<?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-15250697</id><updated>2011-12-09T00:40:06.948+08:00</updated><category term='Get over with it'/><category term='F1'/><category term='JSS Journey'/><category term='Attachment'/><category term='Contact list'/><category term='English'/><category term='Alonso'/><category term='i&apos;m on my way to somewhere far'/><category term='My moments'/><category term='Changi Airport'/><category term='Race'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='James Tan Vet Centre'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Student Council'/><category term='Hamilton'/><category term='Breaking Dawn'/><category term='laugh die me'/><category term='Formula One'/><category term='Twilight Series'/><category term='Kimi'/><category term='Pitstop blunder'/><category term='Massa'/><category term='immigration centre'/><category term='Study mood'/><category term='Rest well'/><category term='Goats'/><category term='School'/><category term='House Of Night Series'/><category term='I&apos;m so damn pissed off'/><category term='Long road'/><category term='Day One'/><category term='Pizza Hut'/><category term='boring day'/><category term='25th Student Council'/><category term='I LOVE BF TEES'/><category term='Day Three'/><category term='INformation'/><category term='News. 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So free yourself from here.</title><subtitle type='html'>Please relink me at [ t-nichole.blogspot.com ]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8299408515104209714</id><published>2009-03-09T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:32:41.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please re-link me</title><content type='html'>Hey guys relink me alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.t-nichole.blogspot.com"&gt;www.t-nichole.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;www.t-nichole.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;www.t-nichole.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;www.t-nichole.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;www.t-nichole.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've like finally changed the address after 98765432123456789 years. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8299408515104209714?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8299408515104209714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8299408515104209714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8299408515104209714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8299408515104209714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-re-link-me.html' title='Please re-link me'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-358063187957830123</id><published>2009-03-08T16:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43Days: It's NC16 or whatever you deem it to be.</title><content type='html'>Alright. I'm in the midst of writing my reflections for the Vet attachment.Well, I've been keeping my notes that I've written for my attachment and then I'm transferring them all into my daily attachment reflections in my scheduler.&lt;br /&gt;My scheduler's my non-man's best friends. *giggles.*&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I've been neglecting my reflections for days and I've yet to complete and compile them. Perhaps I could type them out and save them in my computer too for a soft copy. Two is better than one huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is provided if I'm not lazy to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll give you guys to some insight of what I've been seeing at my attachment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLIH4tLsI/AAAAAAAAAME/qf4YLJHueX4/s1600-h/Closed+Pyometra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLIH4tLsI/AAAAAAAAAME/qf4YLJHueX4/s320/Closed+Pyometra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310741357272051394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closed Pyometra. [Pyometra is womb infection. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Pyometra, there're 2 types: Open and Closed.&lt;br /&gt;Open Pyometra = Pus discharge at the vulva of the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Closed Pyometra = Opposite of above, meaning no discharge&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during a spaying surgery,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLy95Ba2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/rdfJH-akf70/s1600-h/Uterine+Horn+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLy95Ba2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/rdfJH-akf70/s320/Uterine+Horn+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310742093323397986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLyh4v75I/AAAAAAAAAMc/vKmKY9pu1-o/s1600-h/Uterine+Horn+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLyh4v75I/AAAAAAAAAMc/vKmKY9pu1-o/s320/Uterine+Horn+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310742085806059410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLyVQ1H0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/kS3iKkuvmS4/s1600-h/Uterine+Horn+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLyVQ1H0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/kS3iKkuvmS4/s320/Uterine+Horn+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310742082417401666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLIXKyEJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Efg1ElSrgNo/s1600-h/Uterine+Horns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLIXKyEJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Efg1ElSrgNo/s320/Uterine+Horns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310741361374400658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. These are some of the things I got to see. Although there are much more to just these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I got distracted and helped Yuhui in her Econs. Well, I've to say I can actually write her econs topic while she's scratching her head hard for ideas. I thought it wasnt that hard for her topic she was given. It's close to our everyday life huh? MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it's an essay, then i'll be hard. But if you need me to contribute ideas, well, it'll be easier. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Some credits to this website. It certainly helped alot to potray what I've been always trying to show you guys. Its hard since I couldn't take picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.toapayohvets.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;       toapayohvets.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.toapayohvets.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;       toapayohvets.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;43Days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-358063187957830123?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/358063187957830123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=358063187957830123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/358063187957830123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/358063187957830123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/43days-it-nc16-or-whatever-you-deem-it.html' title='43Days: It&amp;#39;s NC16 or whatever you deem it to be.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SbOLIH4tLsI/AAAAAAAAAME/qf4YLJHueX4/s72-c/Closed+Pyometra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8440995699814753181</id><published>2009-03-07T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44Days: I had fun today!</title><content type='html'>I'll make this a short post. I'm deprived from entertainment and that was quick, since the last time I had was 2 days ago. *at the edge of depression*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Short. I've to remember that.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the career and exhibition fair as Alvin told me to. Well. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;ShiRui accompanied me there by the way. Dad couldn't make it and I envy Charlotte. D:&lt;br /&gt;Her dad &amp;amp; mum were there.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my dad and mum.&lt;br /&gt;Dad knew I that I had this thing 3 weeks ago, and still, he went for his usual golf session and house-warming at his colleague's house. *Saddens*&lt;br /&gt;Mum didn't want to get out from home. And her usual, of course. " It's so sunny today. I don't want to go out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I got to talk to Holly and meet with Charlotte. :D&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged our e-mail and phone number. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;At least I know someone from Sg who is going over there. And her dad's going over to Perth next week to look at her accommodation environment I think. They're still in the midst of choosing the home-stay. &lt;br /&gt;That's way cool. I mean. My dad? Go to Perth? Choose my homestay?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. Never. NEVER. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hope we can get along. Her parents are funny too. They were very keen to let both of us stay in the same house. Dad was like" Huh. Really? Thats great."&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got alot of infomation from Holly. So that's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.Short post. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;44Days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8440995699814753181?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8440995699814753181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8440995699814753181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8440995699814753181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8440995699814753181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/44days-i-had-fun-today_07.html' title='44Days: I had fun today!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-4713881169139380004</id><published>2009-03-05T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>46Days: He left. Good luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/Sa_btEzNtaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/d7PcMg04tok/s1600-h/Melbourne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/Sa_btEzNtaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/d7PcMg04tok/s320/Melbourne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309704053122250146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melbourne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Ken left for Victoria already! D:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know. I mean. I forgot. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've forgotten how I got to know him. Haha. Bad memory power I've got here. Anyway, hope his new life at Melbourne would be great. Oh, not forgetting his wife. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually wanted to invite me to his wedding. But hey, look at me. I'm just 17 years old and I can't afford his wedding ang-bao and the dinner. Ohh. BIG Expense. D:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guy. Although I didn't really meet him before, [Opps!] but he's a nice guy. I often talk to him on net and he'll offer to help me and inform me about Australia stuffs cause he was there before and he taught me alot actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne's a nice place? No idea. I'll ask him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/Sa_btMUjCrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/A7PkZILqgLw/s1600-h/Perth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/Sa_btMUjCrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/A7PkZILqgLw/s320/Perth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309704055141108402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-4713881169139380004?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4713881169139380004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=4713881169139380004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4713881169139380004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4713881169139380004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/46days-he-left-good-luck_05.html' title='46Days: He left. Good luck!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/Sa_btEzNtaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/d7PcMg04tok/s72-c/Melbourne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1793697966257836233</id><published>2009-03-05T14:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>46Days: Wake me up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright. First and foremost... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;All the best to the A level students out there getting their results tomorrow! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;- Ahem. Although I only know a few who are getting :X  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh. Good luck Charish! :D As well as all the seniors I know out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charish's the girl who's also doing the  vet attachment with me. She've been there for more than a month!&lt;br /&gt;She's witty alright! Well, compared to me... ... Ahem. At least I can tell you guys she's did the IP programme in her school and skipped her O levels. Really wish her all the best.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not that sure if she really wants to plunge into vet studies, but she could only if she gets the AVA scholarship. That's what she told me though. I mean, yes, indeed vet studies cost a bomb. The figures go up to an amazing amount. I'm shocked as well. But I'm glad my dad could afford, though I've to pay him back all the huge figures in future. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I know there are many people who wishes to study, yet the fees are amazingly a huge burden to them. Let's do the calculations.&lt;br /&gt;For Murdoch University, the annual fee is 37k. It's a 6 years course. So it'll be 37k*6= 222k.&lt;br /&gt;*Jaws drop*&lt;br /&gt;How long do I have to work till I'll earn this amount? That's just the tuition fees. Inclusive of the accommodation fees, the flight tickets, the living fees. I think I'll have huge amount of debt to clear to my dear daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, that is if I get into the course :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then there was one day, I asked Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: " Daddy. Have you got a million?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dad was saying " Yeah. I've earned a million before. But my investment cost be a big hole in my pocket."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: HUH! WHAT INVESTMENT! WHY YOU SO STUPID GO INVEST. The economy's not good already! Don't invest lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad: Haha. So you're asking me not to invest in your studies? Alright. Go settle your bills and tuition fees yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. You're clever. You invest in us eh! How can you say that. It must your genius mind telling you to invest in me! Wahhahaa. Your mind's telling you " She'll have a bright future. invest. Invest."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That is seriously hilarious. I'm trying to make him feel better. haha! Guess it's the othe way huh. He's mind might be telling him :" You're stupid. Why go invest in her."&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah! I can read minds!&lt;br /&gt;But. I'm still very slow. Towards some things, I'll just never find out until people tell me. But hey, it's good alright! At least I won't have to ponder so much about it. But the thought just make me feel that I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; equivalent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to WeiJian.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, correction. WeiJian's fast alright. But he's soft. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps. I hear someone laughing madly. Someone like kke. She's always saying " You're very quiet meh? I think you're noisy eh!" *Heartbreaks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if Charish really gets her AVA scholarship, she'll start her school term only next year, if she chooses Murdoch though.&lt;br /&gt;Certain Universities only have one intake for a particular course, so choose well people.&lt;br /&gt;But, Murdoch's course is a double degree course. So by the end of the 6 years, one will have 2 degrees. Quite worth it if I were to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to study as long as I can. I don't really fancy the time where we've to face the workforce. It's kinda scary. Well, everything's happening so fast and as a 17 year old teenager, sometimes we'll find it hard to understand why adults do this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, study hardddddddddddddddd everyone. Reach out to our dreammmmmssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Soeul Garden's trip's been changed to the March Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright. I'm looking forward to the Malacca trip once again. Friday-Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Dad's bringing us there. Haha. Hope everything goes well. Most importantly, hope that dad don't fuss to much and buzz us about this and that. It gets kind of irrating at times. Ryan would agree. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! And girls are meeting up on 18th April too!&lt;br /&gt;If the day's set, YOU GIRLS BETTER GO. Some people like the old ones keep making us wait for her to appear and to no avail. D:&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even it's not this date, at least we get to meet up righttttt! I've to wait until I-don't-know when then I'm able to meet you guys.&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note, I realised Poly's havng exams during the period of time when I'm back at Singapore. D:&lt;br /&gt;This means it'll be even harder to get them out of school to meet me D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so selfish! D: D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what ShiRui says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SR:  " You eyes are so small haha! &gt;&gt; D: I box your 'D:' then I'll become 'D;' "&lt;br /&gt;Me: " EHHHH. Out of shape already! I don't want to be disfigured!!! "&lt;br /&gt;SR:  " Haha.Cause I box you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. It seems like there's no link. Anyway, I'll eventually turn from D: to D;&lt;br /&gt;It's either she box me. Or... I'm sadden till my face turns D;&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright. :D&lt;br /&gt;Can webcam righhhhht! Haha! I'll see my brother everynight and tell him to save some save for me for the new house.&lt;br /&gt;NOT THE LIVING ROOM alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&amp;amp;Dean. You guys are missing.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; MISSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys. Everyday's work-work-work to them. But I'm missing people too cause I've to work-work-work too. And my off days are like weird timings.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I'm getting more reluctant to get out of my house. I want to spend more time on my bed, sleeping, using my laptop &amp;amp; etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'll not get it there! D:&lt;br /&gt;No toys. No bolster. *Saddened*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people. Live with it then. What can I do? Bring my bolster on a hand-carry bag and let those customs police rip it off thinking there'll be illegal drugs in it? D:&lt;br /&gt;But my bolster will occupy a BIG portion of the suitcase, as well as the winter clothings. D:&lt;br /&gt;What can I bring there actually? Essential items. Nothing extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save space Nichole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Devil Nichole &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You want to bring goodies back right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Nichole&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Devil Nichole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You want to bring clothings you bought there right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Nichole:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Devil Nichole:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You want to stuff every single thing you've bought there right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Nichole:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The inner devil is seriously a bad infulence. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;47days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1793697966257836233?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1793697966257836233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1793697966257836233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1793697966257836233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1793697966257836233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/46days-wake-me-up.html' title='46Days: Wake me up.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-4878138323202536404</id><published>2009-03-03T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48Days: Spreeeees</title><content type='html'>Alright. Today, went to Jurong Point with ShiRui and Adeline.&lt;br /&gt;We're a bunch of indecisive girls and dumb as well. I shan't elaborate. I'm being dumb the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;We went for Pizza Hut in the end. So, yeah. Food's just alright. I specifically mean the Chicken Haven Pasta. I didn't really like the cream. Isn't my kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to get my butts down and STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;All these while, I'm busying with the vet attachment and I value every single day and time which I get to rest, which is my Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;Great. I've so many days to rest, yet I always get the feeling of not enough rest. Perhaps my internal clock just works at the wrong timing. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I got to finish up Atomic Sturcture and Chemical Bonding these two chapters, sooo... ... I think it's alright huh?&lt;br /&gt;This 2 chapters are big. Big enough to be the first chapter for my Chemistry syllabus I have there. *Groans*&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Tomorrow's attachment day again. Oh. Friday's the day for A level grads. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I don't have to go through all the various subjects which I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Econs? No need.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese? No need.&lt;br /&gt;H2Maths? No need. [I just realised! Stupid me. I'm taking Applicable Maths which mostly H2 maths don't cover. It's kinda weird and difficult! D:]&lt;br /&gt;Physics? No need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. I dont have to touch on so many extra ones. Even with my subject combination and if, I mean IF i don't qualify for Vet Science, I'll do Animal Science then. Arghh. D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;And the subject combinations required for entry are the same, just that the results defers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. Well, just for now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed through a few spree sites. And Kke sent me this Supre Website where their stores are located at Australia. Then for a sudden, a though just came to me.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Australia. And I kept browsing at those sprees that those spree-ers are ordering from Australia. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;They have a few stores in Perth. So I'd just go down when I'm there. Hey before I'm back from Perth, if you guys want anything from those stores, I could get them for you alright! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;No extra charges &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it as a gift cause I absorb the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handling and shipping charges&lt;/span&gt;. LOL&lt;br /&gt;So mad.I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm serious. I mean, if you come across this item and its in PERTH, then I could get you one.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you. PERTH I mean. If it's Victoria, I can't get it! lol. It's Brisbane and etc etc, which is like some distance away from Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need to get some stuffs for Mum, Dad and Ryan and some friends too when I'm back. Hey,I'll bring soveniors alright! So don't moan. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not there yet. Darn. Why am I getting so excited already. I'm actually fearing as the day approaches.It's back again. I mean the fear. After the Malacca trip, I'd have 20 plus days left. Which is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'll be homesick. Friend-sick. and JSS-sick. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of miss the times back then. The thought of me in a total foreign country... ...&lt;br /&gt;without my comfy bed to be on&lt;br /&gt;without my Mum and Dad to talk to and tell them what had happened at school verbally&lt;br /&gt;without the quarellings I'dve with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;greatest brother&lt;/span&gt;, Ryan&lt;br /&gt;without my cats and dogs to care for and look after.&lt;br /&gt;without my friends to accompany to watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;without my friends to eat out with me&lt;br /&gt;without my friends to watch all the ballet shows at esplanade and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually enjoying my whole time here, but until Alvin called and told me to prepare some questions to ask Holly,  a Murdoch University Representatives.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's unable to make it cause... ... he've a golf session with Unlce Robert(s) [Cause there's 2 Uncle Robert]&lt;br /&gt;And this Meet-up had been confirmed some time ago. Ughhh. How can he do that to me. Letting me face Holly all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a age of 16, people would say hey, you're young.&lt;br /&gt;But everything just doubles up when you tell people you're 17.&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility doubles.&lt;br /&gt;People who go to Poly would no longer consider as 'student' where they get the 'adult concession' treatment.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just 17 and talking to the representative all alone without my dad to bring up some questions as I think through want do I actually want. Yes. I'm still a dad-dependent girl.&lt;br /&gt;I've to change. Although I still need his shoulders, but regarding certain things ,I think it should change from a ' What to do Dad?" to a " Dad, perhaps we could consider this."&lt;br /&gt;Hey. You guys out there who are taking your A Levels next year would be doing next year alright!&lt;br /&gt;I meant talking to the Uni Rep. Well, some choose not to. But still, I'm choosing a foreign country's University. So everything should be asked to gain some proper knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Really have to thank Alvin loads. Perhaps the point of this whole talk with the rep is to make me be more firm with my dream. I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;At least it helps with the decision making for my college subjects.&lt;br /&gt;And yes people, I get to choose what subjects to take when I at the college itself. I don't have to decide now. So great.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all prepared. Comeon' Holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I just remembered I've got the Murdoch College meet-up with the College Rep.&lt;br /&gt;Ughh. Once again, another set of questions to prepare. I'm like going for a battle against important people and everything've to be ready before I go.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. weird.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, ShiRui's accompanying me there too!&lt;br /&gt;People interested can go too!&lt;br /&gt;It's a Suntec Career Exhibition. I think they have something like self-analysis for you to do. I think so only alright! They'll have you to analysis what jobs are suitable for you according to your personality after you complete a set of questions. Well, they had that for the Australian Open Day though. Not sure about this.&lt;br /&gt;But if y ou're really interested, just to inform you that they have this to let people understand their interest and etc. So perhaps you guys can drop by to gain some knowledge and further strengthen yourself and come up with a firm and confirm desicion before you do your A levels next year. I mean, the earlier the better. At least you have a goal to aim for or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Having a goal is easier. I mean, at least you know what you want. If you tried your best and you can't get in, then try other alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;The Autralian Open Day have taught me quite some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, if you want to get into this particular course, but your Alevel grades can't get you in, and if you're very determined to get into that course, then research on the units of study for that course.&lt;br /&gt;Next, find and choose another course which have the very similar units of study and do uber well for your course that you've been allocated.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least you have a chance of transfering to the course you once aimed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've always believe. There are alternatives. As lifes goes, we meet various people and situations where we detest, but alternatively, we can sort it and find a way out for the better. So believe and dare to aim. Even if you don't get what you want, You know you've tried. You know you're persistent and try other ways to get it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in letting go. It's very hard. I was telling him. Letting go is hard. Maybe try accepting that you once had it. Accept that you're once in love. Although you'll be scared to love for another, but at least you know you're not escaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not like I was at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So emotional. D:&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people. Don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;48days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D‏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-4878138323202536404?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4878138323202536404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=4878138323202536404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4878138323202536404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4878138323202536404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/48days-spreeeees_03.html' title='48Days: Spreeeees'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1824436967237212454</id><published>2009-03-02T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>49Days: I'm in Love... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'm in love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I want to see Almo. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALMO! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't see Almo tomorrow cause it's my studying session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With all the kisses and sorts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to see Almo. I want to see Almo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to see Almo. I want to see Almo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to see Almo. I want to see Almo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to see Almo. I want to see Almo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Almo already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss Almo already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss Almo already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss Almo already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss Almo already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss Almo already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss Almo already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss Almo already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's attachment was another nerve-wrecking one.&lt;br /&gt;It was so busy. I'm usually the one who have to find things to do, yet today, surprisingly, everything just came naturally to me. So, it's not a bad day to me, well, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. Yet, more consults means more animals sick. I'd rather I'm there searching for some nugatory ones instead.&lt;br /&gt;Well, busy day means more lessons learnt.&lt;br /&gt;There's this new admin clerk, and I chatted with her during our lunch break. She's quite an easy-going lady. Easy to talk with, easy to understand. :D&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to pack medincine, thanks alot Eliza. She taught me some of the other medicines that I've not seen before as well as some which I've seen.She basically taught me how to decipher the doctor's handwritings and labelling the medicine names to it's uses. You know how hideous it can get sometimes right?!&lt;br /&gt;Some like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bactium &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[shortf. :Bac]&lt;/span&gt;- Antibiotic&lt;br /&gt;2. Prednisolone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[shortf. :Predn]&lt;/span&gt;- Anti-Inflammatory&lt;br /&gt;3. Kaolin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[shortf. :Kao]&lt;/span&gt;- Diarrhea&lt;br /&gt;4. Vitamin B12 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[shortf. :B12] - Appetizer&lt;br /&gt;5, &lt;/span&gt;Anti-Fungal Cream&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[shortf. :AF] - &lt;/span&gt;Inhibits fungal growth&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eliza also taught me how to prepare the probiotics: Lactobactilium that aids digestion.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw some usual surgeries  and a new one which is actually involeves spaying but the special thing is that the dog's uterus is infected, we call that Pyometra. The utertus were infected and so huge! It was kind of amazing cause it was nothing near what I saw for the cat's spaying which involves abortion of the kittens as well.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if any owner would opt for abortion? Or is that even such surgery just for abortion? I wonder how would the vets do it. I mean,  spaying just involves the removal of the uterine horns and they'll tie the remaning ones up. What about abortion then?&lt;br /&gt;Abortion should be removal of the kittens instead of the uterine horn isn't it? Well, it is for human terms, I'm so damn curious does that happens and how would they operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, it's just Monday. Monday me! ... ... And I saw maggots.&lt;br /&gt;Cats seldom have maggots growing in them, but this particular cat had! And all the vet nurses, Charish and me were taking our turns to literally pluck out the maggots from the fresh flesh of this cat. What a disgusting sight. We can actually get kind of rough in a sense to help the cat. I dug sooooo deep just to remove that freaking maggots, and it's one after another maggot,that snugs in that one hole that they dug. It was so interesting to see everything happening right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;Although the cat has been rompun... ...&lt;br /&gt;but seeing all the blood, flesh and maggots just got me kind of hyped up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Please, I mean for the cause of treatment purposes. If flesh, blood and maggots were to emerge from nowhere and just because of entertainment that people get from those whatever rated movies, I'll just step out of the movie theatre that right moment.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what will even get me to be in that movie theatre anyway? Perhaps lured in? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn't the best part of my whole attachment today.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Chee introduced Almo to me. At first, I just thought he was just another one out there, but. but.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath = D: D: D: D: D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder Almo will be there on Wednesday. I hope so. I hope so. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Please me there. My whole day's just filled with Almo.&lt;br /&gt;Emps kept asking me " So how's Almo?"&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'll just laugh it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;49days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1824436967237212454?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1824436967237212454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1824436967237212454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1824436967237212454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1824436967237212454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/03/49days-i-in-love.html' title='49Days: I&amp;#39;m in Love... ...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2201704478056112268</id><published>2009-02-28T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51days: It's confirmed!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Malaysia! I totally had a hard time outside. Recently, I wonder is it just me or what, I'm having those splitting headaches. Ughh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TURN-OFF. Total turn-off.&lt;/span&gt; For once, I would rather stay at home than go to Malaysia to shop. Oh, I was hoping to get as much sleep as possible, so I took my bolster and slept on the car. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wouldn't say the trip is wasted.I've gotten my Winter wear and some jeans as well. Hmm. Jeans don't like me. Neither do I like them. I just don't look nice on jeans. or anything. Those lumps of fats just couldn't go away! D:&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Muscles turns to fats. D: So there was one day when HuiRong, Kaien and me were like discussing asbout muscular calves. I meant human's calves.&lt;br /&gt;What lead to musular calves? Kaien and me were like ~!@#$%^&amp;amp;*( stupid calves. It's freaking  huge. D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;I wonder is it dance? Or is it the stupid gymastics that I'm forced to join when I was in Primary school which lasted for a week, or was it the track&amp;amp;Field that I'm also forced to join for short distance run.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I've come across this forum and this person said," &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys like girls with big calves&lt;/span&gt;", also " Don't call them&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; BIG&lt;/span&gt; calves. Call them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MUSCULAR&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STRONG&lt;/span&gt; calves"&lt;br /&gt;I totally laughed my head off. I was rendered mad by my dad when he saw me.&lt;br /&gt;Opps. I hope they're real and serious about that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not that concerned with the scars I have though. Haha. Thanks to my beloved animals at home and those stray cats that thinks my legs are scratching posts. What have I not got? I've got bitten by both dogs and cats. Well, the wounds are pretty deep though. And scratched by them too. If it was them, then I think it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;To sound nice and to those people who wants to be vet:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey it's alright! Although you're scarred for life, at least you know they're not by falling frequently and thoses mosquito bites that accumulates. Moreover, no one would be really looking at them. It's just... ... ugly. Laughs. So they'll avoid it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sound nasty: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You legs just can't make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people.&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, dad booked the Holiday Inn already! :D&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't get to sleep with Dad and Mum and Ryan at their Executive Suite, but, at least I get to 'play' like nobody's business. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work at James Tan brought me to another level. But the headaches are here, so I'll leave it till next time. In the meanwhile, if you really have time and wants to know more about some animal-related stuffs that I've learnt at the hospital, I'll give you some words alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jaundice&lt;br /&gt;2. Cholrohexidane&lt;br /&gt;3. Furmide&lt;br /&gt;4. Hermea&lt;br /&gt;5. PTS&lt;br /&gt;6. Cataracts&lt;br /&gt;7. POP&lt;br /&gt;8. Prednisolone&lt;br /&gt;9 Codeine&lt;br /&gt;10. Hydrogen Perioxide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some names of Medicine, Diseases and surgery. See if you can find out more about them.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. I'm glad I remembered those names. During my first day of attachment, I was thinking how in the hell am I supposed to remember all the freaking long and un-known medicine names and such.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And it's in my head now. So, it isn't really that hard if you're set to do something huh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a work-long and "you'll-know-it" thing. It's just four days and these things are kinda etched in there somewhere. Hope it's contained in my Long term memory portion of my brain. Love you brain.&lt;br /&gt;and ... ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you too brain. &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;51 days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2201704478056112268?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2201704478056112268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2201704478056112268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2201704478056112268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2201704478056112268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/51days-it-confirmed.html' title='51days: It&amp;#39;s confirmed!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-116193069035000268</id><published>2009-02-25T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>54days: Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Hey just to share with you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow after the rain!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaVbwn7nYHI/AAAAAAAAALs/fNQvDbSGIq0/s1600-h/DSC00128%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaVbwn7nYHI/AAAAAAAAALs/fNQvDbSGIq0/s320/DSC00128%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306748626836873330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Credits to Teh Shi Rui! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;54days to Perth [It's freaking fast]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-116193069035000268?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/116193069035000268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=116193069035000268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/116193069035000268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/116193069035000268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/54days-rainbow_25.html' title='54days: Rainbow'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaVbwn7nYHI/AAAAAAAAALs/fNQvDbSGIq0/s72-c/DSC00128%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-4524079069565955635</id><published>2009-02-25T17:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>54days: What should I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm. have you guys eaten this brand of yogurt icecream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you think yogurt place or yummy yogurt is nice, then I think you should try this! :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;* Screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaUTuRgMOhI/AAAAAAAAALk/UzOW_ydrHq4/s1600-h/Image160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaUTuRgMOhI/AAAAAAAAALk/UzOW_ydrHq4/s320/Image160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306669421619329554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Venezia Yogurt Ice-Cream! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I envy those who lives at Tiong Bahru area, people like Koh Kai En! D:&lt;br /&gt;This yogurt ice cream's really just pure yogurt icecream. I love the texture of the icecream, especially when compared to yogurt place's yogurt icecream, it way better.&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt Place's yogurt icecream has the icy texture as much as when you're eating ice kachang, but Venezia's ice cream is much smoother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I got my bit yesterday. I've been yearning for that after since I tried the Yogurt Place's icecream. What I've got to say is : Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My official fourth day havent started as scheduled. It was supposed to be on Monday. Yet, because of the agent's meeting and all the what-nots, I'm missing all the sugeries and etc.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention that the testicles that are removed are fed to the 3 huge turtles we have at the backyard huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;They were always fighting for those 'balls'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Soeul Garden with Girls next Friday. I'm happy, cause I've been looking forward to a trip to Soeul Garden with friends. Though much of the time, i'll be eating the chicken and the ice-cream which isn't worth the money, yet the time spent together with friends at S.G. is worth the money. It's very lively and fun eating at S.G. with friends.&lt;br /&gt;There were a few times when some of them organised a S.G. trip or gathering at S.G. but I've always missed it! D: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm busy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, at least I've got to go S.G. with friends for the last time before going to Perth. :D&lt;br /&gt;I want a karaoke session too! But they're all too busy with their JC stuffs. It's not easy for them to pick up the pace right after the oh-so-fun Orientation and plunge into study mood. So, the dinner with them is all enough for me as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'gathering'&lt;/span&gt; with them, I'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;With everyone so busy, should there be a 'gathering' at this kind of time? No right?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps those going to poly. I'll definetely ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;out someday!&lt;br /&gt;GOD! We must make Laode go out with us! D: I'm missing her&amp;amp; you too DOG. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a conversation with Raymond, he told me to eat as much as I can now. Yes, he meant NOW. Food! Food! Food!&lt;br /&gt;I'll definetely get my butts down to Kuishinbo for dinner. I'll miss the huge crab legs they have there. Although those aren't considered to be super humongous, but it's worth the 40 plus bucks just to eat that with other buffet stuffs together.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'll miss the dragon beard candy, and the Katong Laksa, Venezia Yogurt Ice-cream, Prawn Noodles, Fried Hokkien Mee and etc. Most importantly, CRABS!&lt;br /&gt;I'm super fussy about crabs. I especially like CRABS that are huge &amp;amp; juicy with sturdy meat ! :D&lt;br /&gt;I must walk more and cut down on some other miscellanous like crackers to stuff all my favorites down my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! And did I not tell you... ... I DONT GET TO GO HOKKAIDO anylonger!&lt;br /&gt;Reason being: I'm going to Perth! D: D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;Dad says even if they're going, I don't get to go, cause I'm 'sucking' all his money away! Moreover, he demand me to return a portion of my school fees in future when I've earned my own bucks.&lt;br /&gt;So, for my monthly income, I must deduct CPF,and all the miscellaneous and also deducting the allowance to give to Mum and Dad and the installment of school fees.&lt;br /&gt;What's there left for me? Haha. Guess I've to learn from Dad. He's one stingy guy. I've got no allowance during the school holidays or whatever holidays I have.&lt;br /&gt;This was what he told me " It's the holidays. It not like you're going anywhere, and it's not like I don't provide you with food at home. So you don't need allowance dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" It's the holidays. It not like you're going anywhere, and it's not like I don't provide you with food at home. So you don't need allowance dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" It's the holidays. It not like you're going anywhere, and it's not like I don't provide you with food at home. So you don't need allowance dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" It's the holidays. It not like you're going anywhere, and it's not like I don't provide you with food at home. So you don't need allowance dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" It's the holidays. It not like you're going anywhere, and it's not like I don't provide you with food at home. So you don't need allowance dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ringing in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;Up till now. No allowance. Even though I've my attachment at Dr Tan's place and they provide lunch for me there, still no allowance. I don't get to save any. Neither do I get to spurge a little on stuffs that I yearn for.&lt;br /&gt;That's my dad. I can I say there are also some dad's like my dad out there. Definetely.&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to say 'Hi!' to those people with these kind of Dad at home. Also, not forgetting to tell them:&lt;br /&gt;" Hey, get used to it. He's your Dad after all. With him providing you with minimal like education and daily supplies of food, thank him first. Then later, thank God he's not a pessimist and deprive you of any of those because smack you and openly say that you're a huge burden to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dad ain't that bad afterall. Well, just that all those rants will keep going and going.&lt;br /&gt;I'm much more looking forward to opening th bacnk account and a new debit card at Australia. It means I've one more card in my wallet! :D Mind you, DEBIT. DEBIT.&lt;br /&gt;I must learn to detest CREDIT Cards and keep them to the minimal. Now dad's trying to hypothesize me that "CREDIT cards are the worst" He told me: " Apply when needed. Especially when they've special freebies and such. Then later terminate it." &lt;&lt;&lt;- MY DAD :D Although he've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; moolah in his bank account, he'll not touch them. Never. Not even he've enough for my Murdoch College education. He'll rather loan it and not touch those 'use it for the bad times' money. Yeah. Clever right? Yeah. Keep me entertained please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I saw the POSB mastercard! D:&lt;br /&gt;I want that, but dad says it'll be of no use since I'm going to Perth already. If not, I could get my hands on that card with all the promotions and discounts. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;[Shit. I sound like my dad.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So toodles. It's ShiRui and me's shopping time tomorrow. Bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;54 days to Perth [Argh this is freaking quick]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-4524079069565955635?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4524079069565955635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=4524079069565955635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4524079069565955635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4524079069565955635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/54days-what-should-i-do_25.html' title='54days: What should I do?'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaUTuRgMOhI/AAAAAAAAALk/UzOW_ydrHq4/s72-c/Image160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-4534516740419461491</id><published>2009-02-23T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>56days: SAVE ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright. This post will be full of my rants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Tin Wei Jie, can you stop being an idiot and disturb me with all your GUNDAMS?!!&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, all I see is gundams, gundams and more gundams.&lt;br /&gt;Please. This brother of mine bought 2models that cost 200 bucks or more. That was just 2. There're a few more that'll add up to another 100 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Save me. His msn's conversation skin is GUNDAM. His Facebook is GUNDAM.&lt;br /&gt;HELP! My room is infested with MORE&amp;amp; MORE GUNDAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely wish that MSN hurry do something about their messenger skin. I totally hate this.&lt;br /&gt;Its like, I like this skin so I'll choose this skin, but yet, I don't get to see it and the person having the conversation with you sees it instead.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to die in the world of GUNDAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF he's half enthusiastic about golf, I'll be so much happier. At least he could coach me on that.&lt;br /&gt;Dad practically ignores me and always go golfing with Uncle Robert and others. I want to go golfing! D:&lt;br /&gt;Someone teach me!&lt;br /&gt;Arggh. In my whole life, I've so much things that I want to learn and get it done. Seems like its never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn (more) golfing. Not just casual pick-ups.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn to play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I want to study animal life science research too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Dad says I'm 'sucking' his money. :D&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've to really start work and earn some money first before I actually go study something else.&lt;br /&gt;Live with it. I've learnt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, GUNDAM's GETTING ON MY NERVES.&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone have their own hobbies and stuffs. Just like how my mum can't stand dad playing golf, I'm equally unhappy that my room is infested with GUNDAMS.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Dad says after I'm back from my studies in Murdoch, [Thats when they've already moved to Centris] I've to sleep in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;LIVING ROOM! I want a room of my own! D:&lt;br /&gt;That brother of mine is the most happy person on earth that I'm going to Perth.&lt;br /&gt;The Centirs apartment we got has only 3 bed-rooms. So since I'm going, my brother gets a room all to himself.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to next week! Cause the girls are holding a farewell for Kathy and me.&lt;br /&gt;KATHY! WHY ARE YOU GOING OFF AT THE SAME TIME AS ME! TELL ME! D:&lt;br /&gt;I've to go to so many farewells. D: I don't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;But of course. there are some group of people i'll definetely want to meet up with. But I've really got to see whether I can make it.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;KATHY! D:&lt;br /&gt;KATHY! D: D:&lt;br /&gt;KATHY! D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess it doesn't make sense to me. If more and more people in a group leaves, then the more farewell you've to organise. Ultimately, the number of people left will be like that few while others are already out there overseas doing their stuffs. What about the few left? Who's going to organise the farewell for them when they leave? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gathering would be fine. I would rather think that it's a gathering then a farewell. Relax! Play. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Smile! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;56days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-4534516740419461491?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4534516740419461491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=4534516740419461491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4534516740419461491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4534516740419461491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/56days-save-me_23.html' title='56days: SAVE ME!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8278164570677098410</id><published>2009-02-22T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>57days: Winter Wear!</title><content type='html'>Alright! I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad bought a new vacuum cleaner already and we visited Winter Time and Universal Traveller.&lt;br /&gt;U.T.'s clothings are outrageously expensive. Well, perhaps the clothings there are of a higher quality or so. But, I'm really bothered about that since I just need a outerwear to keep myself warm under a temperature of 5 degrees or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that'll only be at night, and I foresee the figures to be at the minimum. Well, one or two of them should be really just enough to keep me warm.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my homestay has a curfew and I've to be home by 7pm from Sunday to Thursday. While for Fridays and Saturdays, my curfew is until 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;What a great news for me. That totally is a big &lt;s&gt;asshole&lt;/s&gt;. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.T. and W.T. are kinda expensive. That lady told me I could get myself an XL children wear. But, I need the clothings to survive me till for at least a few more years. So I'll probably get an adult one instead. I'll get one here and another there. Really hope Fremantle has the one or two of these cheap ones for me to get it over at Perth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, have any of you guys out there experience a temperature of 5 degrees at night? If you did, please advice me on the clothings wise. Pictures would be nice! At least I wouldn't have pure descriptions and rely on imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;The coldest temperature I've experience was at BeiJing. It was probably 10 degrees or below. I could still recall when the few of us [girls] went to the bathroom at the back of the hostel and saw naked old woman bathing openly in one of the open cubicles. Gosh. It's just one experience I'll never forget. Well, we went there in our slippers thinking that our covered shoes might get wet. That was one big regret I left there. Wearing slippers out in the cold night. It was me and YueHua if I remember correctly. Haha. Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaFOV-l5oJI/AAAAAAAAALc/SYBxji7bVLM/s1600-h/Winter+coat_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaFOV-l5oJI/AAAAAAAAALc/SYBxji7bVLM/s320/Winter+coat_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305607975505338514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or... This?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaFOV9AF6tI/AAAAAAAAALU/y2c7kfkte40/s1600-h/Winter+coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaFOV9AF6tI/AAAAAAAAALU/y2c7kfkte40/s320/Winter+coat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305607975078324946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like this! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I can't stand cold huh. I couldn't stand the coldness of the bus air-conditioning that blows directly into me when I board the bus to James Tan Vet Centre early in the morning. Moreover,it's not a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I've more to suffer on the nights in Perth. I'll just get one, and depending on the situation, I'll probably change accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my official Fourth Day! :D&lt;br /&gt;And one Tuesday, I'm going to collect my I/C and go over to Chinatown to shop for Winter clothings. Yeah. Hope it'll not be one day wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;57days to Perth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8278164570677098410?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8278164570677098410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8278164570677098410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8278164570677098410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8278164570677098410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/57days-winter-wear_22.html' title='57days: Winter Wear!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SaFOV-l5oJI/AAAAAAAAALc/SYBxji7bVLM/s72-c/Winter+coat_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-3015017034168801334</id><published>2009-02-22T15:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>57days: It's Starting.</title><content type='html'>Today, it's another 'let me relax and enjoy' day.&lt;br /&gt;I've practically laid on my bed until 2pm. I didn't really wanted to get myself up even though I woke up for 3-4times already. So, It's just 3pm and I'm actually quite excited cause the weather outside is BAD. Very BAD. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;I like rainy days. It's very comfy especially when I'm in bed. That extra comfort makes me feel like snuggling in my bed longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Ryan's asking me to change now. I've to go out with Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy to Jp!&lt;br /&gt;We've to get a new vacuum cleaner and some winter clothings for me.&lt;br /&gt;So, toddles! I'll be back later! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;57days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-3015017034168801334?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3015017034168801334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=3015017034168801334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/3015017034168801334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/3015017034168801334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/57days-it-starting.html' title='57days: It&amp;#39;s Starting.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-783616177437091598</id><published>2009-02-20T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Tan Vet Centre'/><title type='text'>59days: My Official Day Three</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my study session failed. Opps.&lt;br /&gt;Although I very much wanted it, yet my eyelids were just so heavy that I couldn't get myself up. Yes,the work attachment is just for a mere 6 hours with 2 hours break in between. That sums up to be a total of 8 hours. Nevertheless, the amount of things to digest within this few hours is overwhelming. I've to get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ended up accompanying mum to see Uncle YanBor. Uncle YanBor is a certified clinic doctor who practices at SengKang/Punggol area. I'm not that sure which is it but I'm definitely sure that his clinic is at Riverside Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;That's just one of his clinics that he own. Next to his clinic, he rented a portion of the dental clinic and practices Anesthetics.&lt;br /&gt;He is someone who gives all his best to his paitent and I admire that. :D&lt;br /&gt;So I did some studying while waiting for mum to finish her talk with Uncle YanBor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZ6mjIz7H3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/3olKkFsiJ1E/s1600-h/Image154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZ6mjIz7H3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/3olKkFsiJ1E/s320/Image154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304860533679923058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry![s,p,d,f]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, my official third day started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you guys realise I don't blog for alternate days on weekdays? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I gather I've to obtain as much sleep as possible, so I forced myself to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was... overwhelming again.&lt;br /&gt;I saw some surgeries which are the same ones that I saw on the previous attachments. Each and everytime, although the procedure may be the same, it just never fails to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to inject antibiotics, disect the aborted kitten.&lt;br /&gt;When I disected the uterine horns, there was a total of 3 layers of tissues before the appearance of the amiotic sac.&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me was that the these aborted kittens have individual placentas with their amiotic sac each!&lt;br /&gt;From what I've read up on humans, even if a mother has twins, these twins share just ONE placenta but different amiotic sacs.&lt;br /&gt;Woah. It's just amazingly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZ6mjGBcVjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/On8ZlmmYjlM/s1600-h/Image157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZ6mjGBcVjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/On8ZlmmYjlM/s320/Image157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304860532931319346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's BoonBoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BoonBoon's a cat that the vet centre keeps at their backyard. He's cute huh! Also, he's one intelligent cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Dr Chee informed me about the bladder stones situation that happened on a particular cat.&lt;br /&gt;Oh... This poor one.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a brochure for me to read up more on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in summary, bladder stones are actually the formation of crystals and organic material. These crystals may vary from Struvite crystals to Calcium Oxalate Crystals. These crystals will then 'crystalise' to form the stones that we know of, the bladder stones. The type of stones also vary from the type of crystal being formed.&lt;br /&gt;Struvite being the easiest to remove since it's able to dissolve with special diet while Oxalate being the hardest as most of them are only removable via surgical methods.&lt;br /&gt;Well, blood isn't uncommon in urine if these stones are sharp enough to injure the inner part of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that sure if that's the same for humans but that what I know of for these animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my study session have to suceed! I wouldn't want to bury myself in the library on Sunday. Certainly not.Perhaps I could try the Oasis then.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I won't be using their facilities even if Centris's all ready but I'm overseas. So here I come. I'll make full use of this privillege given exculsively to Centris owners [in some sense. Alright, I'm owner's daughter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;59days to Perth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-783616177437091598?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/783616177437091598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=783616177437091598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/783616177437091598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/783616177437091598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/59days-my-official-day-three_20.html' title='59days: My Official Day Three'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZ6mjIz7H3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/3olKkFsiJ1E/s72-c/Image154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8520687895069346631</id><published>2009-02-18T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Two'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Tan Vet Centre'/><title type='text'>61Days: My Official Day Two.</title><content type='html'>Ohgosh.&lt;br /&gt;Today was even more exciting than the previous one. I've learnt how to do blood tests and all the got-to-know advices from the vets themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: Surgery [Castration]&lt;br /&gt;Castration is somewhat like spaying.[It's mentioned in the previous post]&lt;br /&gt;However, the term 'Castration' is for male cats/dog etc. While 'Spaying' is for female cats/dogs etc.&lt;br /&gt;So I saw this very first castration in the morning. It was also nothing I would have expected. But I kind of understand how to though. I saw real-life TESTICLES. Gosh. That's my very first.&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Even if you 'mate' with your partner, how in the hell are you going to see testicles? For us, the testicles are protected by the scrotum which enables the testicles to be kept at its ideal temperature for sperm production. So how do we get to see it?&lt;br /&gt;Open the freaking sac up.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt alot more. But, I shan't put them all up here. In one way or another, I think it should be kept confidential. So, I wont be really elaborating on it, but I'll touch roughly on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attachement has really set my mind up.&lt;br /&gt;I know, there won't be anymore hesitation, neither will there be any obstructions. I'm going to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;The few hours being spent with those injuired animals had me think alot. I fed them, I walked them, I cleaned them. I did so much things.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of those beloved ones I have at home and trust them to be so comfortable snuggling intheir balankets.&lt;br /&gt;Ughh. I've really got to help them in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;61 Days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8520687895069346631?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8520687895069346631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8520687895069346631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8520687895069346631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8520687895069346631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/61days-my-official-day-two_18.html' title='61Days: My Official Day Two.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-7228539997742485623</id><published>2009-02-16T21:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Tan Vet Centre'/><title type='text'>63Days:My Official Day One.</title><content type='html'>My official Day One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fruitful day indeed. There are definitely so many things that might happen any time, any where. I took down notes as I went along, so there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #01: Vaccination&lt;br /&gt;The very first one I saw was the vaccination which I was kind of familiar with already. I've dog and 3 cats at home. Talk about it. If you really want to get down to figures, our household had 3dogs and 4 cats in total. So, I seen quite a number of vaccinations being done, yet, I'm still not that familiar with the medicine names. Ughh. Long and un-decipherable ones.&lt;br /&gt;So, this guy took 2 dogs and had them vaccinated. One of them is a cross-breed from Sweden and the other is a breed I'm not that familiar with. Anyway, Dr Sim. drew the blood from the hind legs, and gave them the flu vaccine that is supposed to be actually done directly via the nose where the fluids flow down. That is a terrible feeling for me when I've visited the head and neck specialist for my nose,and he did all sorts of test on me. I can understand. Ughh. One word: Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #02: X-Ray Room&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I went into an X-ray room. It was kind of different from what I expect it to be. Well, I thought it'll be very grand like those that we have in the human hospitals. What they have there ain't anything comparable to that.So I helped Dr Tan to stretch the hind legs of this cat to get a better view of its bone structure. Then off the lights and on the red light, place the X-ray piece into the kodak machine then on the lights when it's fully in it.&lt;br /&gt;What I've got to say is that it's one nerve-wrecking experience. No lights.&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, I've to place the X-ray piece VERTICALLY into the machine. I might not be able to do that. Haha! I can't see at all! And the vet tech keep telling me: " Look. can you see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell yeah. What can I see? I can only see one color, that's BLACK.&lt;/span&gt; But eventually, we'll learn and familiarise, then placing the X-ray piece isn't a problem in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #03: Cat's Pelvis&lt;br /&gt;The X-ray results weren't that positive. At least to the owner of the cat. This cat had a fractured pelvis. Normally, a cat with strong and healthy bones have their pelvis structured parallel to each another. This cat had its pelvis structured in a V-shape form.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know. He's one old, thin and frail looking cat. It must be likely that it's unable to support the pelvis and the pelvis collapsed. Well, for one old cat which screams even the slightly touch, the best option adviced was to put it to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson#04: Surgery-Spaying&lt;br /&gt;Spaying is a term, meaning to castrate the cat. Dr Chee castrated 2 cats and I got to witness them both. They are both female cats by the way. So, the vet tech shaved the fur in preparation for the operations and later Dr Chee slit an opening. That opening wasn't really that big. She practically sticked her index finger and searched for the uterine horn [in human terms, it's the fallopian tube]. She tied it and cut it away , then she repeated again for the other side, then tied both the remaining ones together.&lt;br /&gt;What was removed were the uterine horns and the ovaries.&lt;br /&gt;The first cat wasn't on heat, so the blood vessels wasn't the obvious. Instead, the second cat was on heat, thus, the blood vessels were actually rather obvious just from the naked eye. The uterine horns would be more muscular too.[On heat means , going to be ready to mate.  It's the estrus cycle that they go through like human females do.]&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the female cat, the ovaries are removed as well because it'll stop the hormones from "telling" it to mate. Something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I've learnt alot right? I'm so looking forward to the next visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZlnYl9SwhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Q3JR--Vt7Dc/s1600-h/Image151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZlnYl9SwhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Q3JR--Vt7Dc/s320/Image151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303383708409184786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the few of the vet nurse's cats. There're cute right!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad call me after the attachment and I've so much to tell him. Of course, I couldn't finish them up on the bus which I was on at tha point of time. Haha! Can't expect me to say " DADDY! it's super cool! I got to see blood and the uterine horn eh! Dr Chee removed the uterine horn and show it RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE."&lt;br /&gt;Ughh. They'll back away from me if I said that! :D But I said something similar though. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that Alvin called me too! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;We're going to meet him on th 16th of March to settle all the stuffs and meet the Murdoch University Representative to ask him questions. I've got to know this girl who also wants to be a vet and is going to take the WAUFP with me in April. Alvin said her results ain't that great as mine, but I think if we're to become friends, wohohoho. Not just results, our topic of discussion might just be ANIMALS! (: * Getting so excited here*&lt;br /&gt;Although knowing that means I've one more &lt;span class="p" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;competitor, but i'll also nice knowing that there's someone who is going to acc. you too in this whole one year. And if both of us are sucessfull in the application and gets into the same Uni, I've one fine and familiar-looking face down there to share and talk to! ;D&lt;br /&gt;This just gets me excited! Hope we can be friends! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;62days to Perth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-7228539997742485623?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7228539997742485623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=7228539997742485623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7228539997742485623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7228539997742485623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/63daysmy-official-day-one.html' title='63Days:My Official Day One.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZlnYl9SwhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Q3JR--Vt7Dc/s72-c/Image151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5980720973950466967</id><published>2009-02-15T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>64Days: Bad mood.</title><content type='html'>After so many months, girl's best friend is finally here to haunt me. Ughh. The worst part is after SO MANY MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my worst mood now and little things can get me irritated very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The housing agent's here again, however the difference was : He brought his clients to view our house. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Dad has been looking into selling the house first, then get rent an apartment at any of the Condos first before moving into Centris. And if he successfully settle this transaction, he'll move into the new apartment probably in end of April of May. Ahhhh. Why's he choosing that timing when I'm bound to miss every single thing happening in Singapore?!?&lt;br /&gt;So people, don't envy me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm given this chance to study abroad, yet, I'll be missing alot in Singapore. There are bound to be some sacrifices made by me and my family so that I could study there.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all your friends are down here. Those friends which you think they could be your friends forever and I'll to leave them behind to persue my dreams. In turn, I could be just getting further and further away from them. When people say as you age, your number of friends decreases. In pictoral form, it's like a pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;There are friend that you care for, while some are just merely friends who you talk to once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard. I've to get down to a place where I don't know a single person and make some which I can call "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I believe if we're of the same channel, we'll click in the matter of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;The times when everyone is celebrating Chinese New Year, which is usually in February, school terms starts for me in Murdoch. When the whole family is sitting down here,in Singapore, celebrating this occasion, while missing me, I'll be missing them too. Imagining all sorts of hilarious stunts and jokes they could place out while dining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to mum and dad, I asked them about their experience studying abroad in Canada. They told me alot of their stories, and those situations are hard to come by in the world today. I don't mean that it's impossible, but specifically in Singapore, it's rather hard to come by. Mum's uncle, who funded her school fees in Canada , passed away because of over-exhaustion. She couldn't go back because she didn't have the money to. What if my grandaunt... ...&lt;br /&gt;alright. nothing... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I'm down here resisting to blare at anyone I see right now. Those people who's viewing the house really gets on my nerves. I can't study because he'll be here any mintue, and this "I can't study because he'll be here any mintue" happens right after one another. I'll never get peace. Not yesterday, not today. It's a SUNDAY for heaven sake. Girl's Best friend is here to haunt me, I need peace and I want to sleep,not get restricted timings. I'm now here, waiting another group of people to view the house. Tell me about it. There'll be 4 groups of people in total to view my house. I'm stuck in my house and I can't mess up my room like I usually do cause they're going to VIEW my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleeeep!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the attachment and I've to wake up at 7am! That'll be one huge achievement of the month what I accomplish it. Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;64days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5980720973950466967?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5980720973950466967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5980720973950466967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5980720973950466967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5980720973950466967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/64days-bad-mood_15.html' title='64Days: Bad mood.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-740215404647963827</id><published>2009-02-13T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>66days: Busy.</title><content type='html'>Alright people. I'm dead beat. Yet, I'm here blogging because lethargy hasn't been knocking on the door.&lt;br /&gt;My item from amazon has finally arrived and I'm so pleased to see it arrive at my house gate so many days earlier from the date it has been scheduled to be. Of course, I'm going to give the seller thumbs up. Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The waitress job has offically started and ended for me. One day and it's on full blast.  I was thinking of making it as an experience rather than a money-making opportunity for me, although I sincerely hoped it would be. I mean, a waitress and you're serving for an important occasion, you've got to be kidding me. The first and foremost. I went there with zero experience . I've got to say the manager sure have alot of faith in some of us as first-timer and allocated us to a table each. Great. I knew it was a bad idea. Moreover, I didn't know how to hold the serving spoon. Let me tell you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HELLO. I am Ms Swan. There is warrior that... ...  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looks a-like-a-man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He brought some of his defence-less soldiers on the field to their grave.&lt;/blockquote&gt;He's like a silly warrior who demands his soldiers to fend for themselves when they are not properly trained at all. Despite these situations where we must know how to handle and adapt to, we had zero knowledge of the hotel stuffs. My instincts told me I would have a hard time in the hotel. Well, it was expected. I didn't know there were so many things that I didn't know of. Moreover, when I asked around, they would either ignore me or just push me aside. Yeah. So much for learning.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I've learnt to fend for myself despite being defenceless, and I knew I shouldn't waste my time on F&amp;amp;B anylonger. It wasn't worth it to say it in the first place. What's worth for a first-timer like me was the experience and situations that I faced. It was indeed priceless. But for my situation where I've my studies to persue and everything plus all the tiredness I've acculmulated from studying to working, I didn't think it's worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;My mum worked and studied french cuisine plus food management in canada . She totally flared up and told me to end my work there. Since she've learnt all the necessary, she thought it was so inappropriate for the hotel to do this and send first-timers with zero knowledge on the field. Moreover, a wedding occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to know the cost of the occasion to determine how huge this event is, to the newly weds. No matter how much money is been thrown for the wedding occasion, I think the newly weds would want their wedding to be the best and the most unforgettable one for them.&lt;br /&gt;That would be one service lacking from the hotel that I think must be improved. Waiter and Waitress Service. Even if there're first-timers, there should be a training placed for such an occasion isn't it? I thought it would be much more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Aug.&lt;br /&gt;At some point of the time, I know he'll just called and reprimand me with all the f-words and ughh. Yeah. Some kind of agent he is right? But I doubt he'll really do that to me. These agent judges position. I was told to fill up this form with my particulars and my parent's infomation. He's been freaking nice to me. I've rejected him so many times and he would still find me for the jobs. Dad. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I think your working position helped. Yet, I didn't like that. I would rather him call and f all the way like the way he did to another staff. I would just either pretend I picked up the wrong call and listen to his blabbering or ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, this world is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get down to today!&lt;br /&gt;So, I've went down to the library to study with ShiRui, and she rotted down there for an hour. Then later, left for the hotel job. Woah. She's still working as I'm typing now. Wish you all the best!&lt;br /&gt;I went home and slept for a hour and woke to clean up my room. Ughh. It's one chore that I adore because of the final product and yet it's one chore that I detest because of the process.&lt;br /&gt;Tadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZV9hoeZ9uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IyPQk2xjJ6k/s1600-h/Image150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZV9hoeZ9uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IyPQk2xjJ6k/s320/Image150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302282153052731106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZV9hQECJNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HJN2XuqoNkE/s1600-h/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZV9hQECJNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HJN2XuqoNkE/s320/Image149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302282146499667154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't your standard of clean, then I'm so sorry, cause it's the best I could be a half an hour thing. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Ohya! Saw the bolsters on my bed? I've 4 of them actually. :o And I'm want to bring them to Perth!! I can't sleep without my bolster! I need to hug them! :(&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my soft toys that are foam filled! I hug them every night too! :(&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I won't be too greedy. I'll bring one toy and one bolster at most! So I think... .... Uh. Is one luggage enough for me? I doubt so. If inclusive of the stuffs that I'll buy from Perth which are like textbooks, calculator and clothings and etcetc, I doubt a luagagge is enough to fill all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep me on track, I've written this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZV9hzDAjHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/b-Mr_Hv0aRk/s1600-h/Image135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZV9hzDAjHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/b-Mr_Hv0aRk/s320/Image135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302282155890609266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neat right? Haha! I've actually wrote 2 more pieces today. Opps. I've wrote some that I don't actually have to bring, but I wrote them down so that I've more options. Haha! So... ... I'm all set for the shopping spree. Anyone? But please remember. It's either the Tuesdays, Thurdays, Saturdays or Sundays. But please, not forgetting I've to study and relax, I might only go out to 'play' once a week. My Vet  attachment and self-studying is enough to get me occupied. See the reason why I didn't go to JC?&lt;br /&gt;There will be so much stuffs waiting for me to do. Make new friends, get used to the school, prepare for specific exams etcetc. Moreover, the school timing just clashes with the vet attachment. I would be utterly tired out if I went to JC. So, I withdrawn from PJ.&lt;br /&gt;Hey people. I did consider to actually get to school to report. At least for the first day. But after much considerations, I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be better for me to concentrate on those that I'll be taking in MC isn't it? :D&lt;br /&gt;BUCKUP NICHOLE! CONCENTRATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;66 days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-740215404647963827?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/740215404647963827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=740215404647963827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/740215404647963827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/740215404647963827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/66days-busy_13.html' title='66days: Busy.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SZV9hoeZ9uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IyPQk2xjJ6k/s72-c/Image150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2599188684980181735</id><published>2009-02-11T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>68days: My friend's gone.</title><content type='html'>My friend's finally gone. It has been awhile since he actually got stuck on to me. Let's say bye to 'Boredom'.&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago, my scheduler's for the month February, is still rather empty, waiting for me to fill them all up. A week later, which is now, the whole of  February is filled with different activities. Don't get me started on March because it's also that filled up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, starting from tomorrow, will be revolving around the Vet Centre,  Hilton Hotel and the library. As much as I'm depressed that Aug called me, I'm rather pleased at the same time since I could earn some bucks for the Malacca trip with ShiRui. Well, at the very least, I've someone there to depend on, especially the manager there is freaking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's call came at an unexpected time. It was 11 at night. Did I mention he's an old man? His deep and croaked voice that I recall from the enagement we had with him previously just turns me off. That's what they call '&lt;span class="illustration"&gt;a shudder of horror'&lt;/span&gt;  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so displeasing that I just can't wait for the whole banquet to end and Sunday to arrive as soon as possible. Given another chance, I might just turn him down. Yet, do you guys know I'm in need of money now? You should. So donate some to me alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nah, just kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This banquet lasts for 3 days. Moreover, Aug told ShiRui to work on Thursday and there was no mention of Friday and Saturday. Now, do you realise how these people reply you messages? Let's say I take Shirui's example:&lt;br /&gt;Message starts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hi. My friend told me that you informed her to work for 3days. So do I work on Thursday only or the full 3 days?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Message Ends.&lt;br /&gt;ShiRui recieved his reply and all he've got was:&lt;blockquote&gt;k&lt;/blockquote&gt;End of Message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to communicate with this guy? There wasn't any answer in my reply. What I'm afraid is that he'll rebut everything and tell ShiRui she's not involved for the Friday and Saturday's banquet. Argh. Help me. Save me. I think I'll drown in the sea of F&amp;amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a note, I've been noting down all the stuffs I've to bring over to Perth. I hate this. It's a long tiring process. I've to complete the list as soon as possible so that I can get ready and start getting all the necessary stuffs that I forgot to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;68days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2599188684980181735?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2599188684980181735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2599188684980181735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2599188684980181735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2599188684980181735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/68days-my-friend-gone.html' title='68days: My friend&amp;#39;s gone.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-3153736060403021357</id><published>2009-02-10T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>69days: Gold mine</title><content type='html'>OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;It's either good luck's on my side, or bad luck's on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven:&lt;br /&gt;I officially got the vet attachment.&lt;br /&gt;I've got money landed on my cause Aug called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom line:&lt;br /&gt;I've to see the manager. He's one big shot out there and fires you if he doesn't like you. Argh. I've to be damn careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;69days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-3153736060403021357?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3153736060403021357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=3153736060403021357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/3153736060403021357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/3153736060403021357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/69days-gold-mine_10.html' title='69days: Gold mine'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2431160942354899088</id><published>2009-02-10T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>69days: ATTACHMENT!</title><content type='html'>Woah. The counting down has already come to the 60s. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;It's near 20 days already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that. Anyway, the vet centre has called! I'm going for attachment on Monday, Wednesday and Friday starting from next week. It's like set already!&lt;br /&gt;(: I'm happy? Happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2431160942354899088?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2431160942354899088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2431160942354899088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2431160942354899088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2431160942354899088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/69days-attachment_10.html' title='69days: ATTACHMENT!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-7331671501972851878</id><published>2009-02-09T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70days: I'm bored</title><content type='html'>I'm dead bored. I'm bored till I can type 3 post a day.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me. What can I do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm online have to dos are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Blog.Facebook.Comics.Comedy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCE ME TO SOMETHING NEW! THEN I CAN GET ADDICTED TO IT!&lt;br /&gt;I need entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a note, I've sent my 'resume'. Hurryyyy REPLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know Nice people are everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Yuhui lent me her graphic calculator for me to study the H2 maths for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;Grace literally gave me her JJC h2 tutorials for free cause she changed her Maths to H1&lt;br /&gt;Limying sent me his JC Chem notes.&lt;br /&gt;And many many more.&lt;br /&gt;I've so many people helping me. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate that alot!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;70days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-7331671501972851878?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7331671501972851878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=7331671501972851878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7331671501972851878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7331671501972851878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/70days-i-bored.html' title='70days: I&amp;#39;m bored'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2393976145139902835</id><published>2009-02-09T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70days: Vpost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M SAVED!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vpost's payment advice only lasts for a day. I've been worrying about that for the whole time. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU VPOST! But then, it's not worth if you're buying an item or two. Seriously. Lucky mum and dad have something in mind, if not, I'll be paying for the big sum of shipping charges plus the big sum of base charge on my own. Now, I've mum and dad to 'share' the cost, so I think it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm typing my 'resume' to James Tan Vet Centre for the volunteering even though I went there before. They need an official one.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Sounds funny.I'm so looking forward to the work attachment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals~Animals~ I love you~&lt;br /&gt;Animals~Animals~ I love you~&lt;br /&gt;Animals~Animals~ I love you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could see him treat MONKEYS! THAT'll BE HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;70days to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2393976145139902835?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2393976145139902835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2393976145139902835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2393976145139902835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2393976145139902835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/70days-vpost_09.html' title='70days: Vpost'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5741561942049666796</id><published>2009-02-09T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70 days: Vpost</title><content type='html'>Vpost's slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's slow as in it keeps having maintenance these few days, and I'm always there when the maintenance is going on.&lt;br /&gt;But, I really hope they're going to fix my payment advice. PLEASE FOR A HEAVEN SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me, wanted to find out how much is the insurance cause I couldn't find it anywhere on the same page, so stupid me ticked the insurance box and pressed generate payment advice.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the payment advice is out, and the insurance costs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18bucks each for an item&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, and mum's item's ain't reaching Singapore anytime close, while dad and my item reached US already.&lt;br /&gt;Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;What if I can't undo it? DIE!&lt;br /&gt;I'm forseeing me paying 36bucks plus the 12 bucks basecharge for mum's item when she can share the base charge with us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;VPOST! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE UNDO THAT FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;70days left to Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5741561942049666796?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5741561942049666796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5741561942049666796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5741561942049666796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5741561942049666796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/70-days-vpost_09.html' title='70 days: Vpost'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1689284364387735368</id><published>2009-02-08T11:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>71 days: What's Wrong with them!</title><content type='html'>As you can see now, I'm blogging at 11:43am, while the library opens at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;Deducting the time I needed to reach home, perhaps I've only got myself in the library for a hour.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could sit for at least 4 hours or so. Damn those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it began like this:&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library in hope of a proper table and chair to settle down and study. Looked around, no tables, so I thought it's alright, it's not like' I've never sat down on just the chair and the books on my lap to study, I just didn't prefer it to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;So, there was this group of Chinese and they seem to be from China [deducing from their accent.]  They were talking abit loud, so I went up to them and told them to quieten down cause everyone's quietly doing their stuffs and they're disturb everyone. Then, I went back to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;1seconds,2seconds,3seconds,4seconds,5seconds ... ...&lt;br /&gt;They went, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh! You know, there was this basketballer chiobu is my school. She's super chio la!&lt;/span&gt;"  conversing in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just asking for peace. For heaven sake, it's the library, can they be more considerate and let everyone have peace? If you really have the need to talk about pretty ladies, do it somewhere.I'm so damn pissed. The reason I went to the library to study because the environment is conducive to study and it's quiet. Those damn people ruined my mood totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so pissed, I went to the Customer Service counter and complain to the librarians, then walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn those people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like bad experiences with China people just makes the impression of them gets worse each time I meet one.&lt;br /&gt;Bad experience with China people +Bad experience with China people + Bad experience with China people equate to WORST experience with china people.&lt;br /&gt;They're like the black sheeps of the population, and I detest it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny there are pretty nice ones. For instance, the Chinese lady at the bubbletea stall at the new wing of Jurong Point is very friendly. She remembers her customers and chats with them when there're little customers.&lt;br /&gt;As well as CEO.&lt;br /&gt;So go away black sheeps.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get what I mean? It's either they're human 'Sheeps' or human 'Goat'. Either one,they're of no difference.&lt;br /&gt;But mind you, real sheeps and goats are nice,cause they're animals that I care for, not like those human-fied ones.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I will still try to maintain a optimistic view towards China people. They've come this far in search of a better life away from their hometown, it sure is hard.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, when I go over to Perth, I might meet people from China and be friends with them. Hope they aren't like those human-fied ones. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cheers to them!&lt;br /&gt;And no cheers to human-fied sheeps and goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've some way overdued photo's in my dad's phone. They're memories of the JSS musical I had performed in. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0iF9ljI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/b_IIEErckw8/s1600-h/P100708_16.31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0iF9ljI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/b_IIEErckw8/s320/P100708_16.31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274769524790834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0u-DpBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LJly3IrmhJQ/s1600-h/P100708_16.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0u-DpBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LJly3IrmhJQ/s320/P100708_16.20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274772981294098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0TUdHSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8teOnsluDIM/s1600-h/P100708_16.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0TUdHSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8teOnsluDIM/s320/P100708_16.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274765559045410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0Uv2gbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/g-ZPBBdDTyI/s1600-h/P100708_16.17%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0Uv2gbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/g-ZPBBdDTyI/s320/P100708_16.17%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274765942391218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0DEgtqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nfnlpc-UBgE/s1600-h/P100708_16.15%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0DEgtqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nfnlpc-UBgE/s320/P100708_16.15%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300274761197205154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5cUdKog_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/O01mojPR60s/s1600-h/P100708_17.06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5cUdKog_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/O01mojPR60s/s320/P100708_17.06.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300275317958018034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5cUaZrtbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/51c4mLMnylQ/s1600-h/P100708_17.06%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5cUaZrtbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/51c4mLMnylQ/s320/P100708_17.06%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300275317215835570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Angelica, Constance, Their 'ELDDS' Senior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These photos reminds me of the time I had preparing for the musical. All the main cast! ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;It's like part of me. [I hope so! (: ] And once again, I'm from dance, not ELDDS alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;71 days to Perth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1689284364387735368?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1689284364387735368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1689284364387735368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1689284364387735368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1689284364387735368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/71-days-what-wrong-with-them.html' title='71 days: What&amp;#39;s Wrong with them!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY5b0iF9ljI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/b_IIEErckw8/s72-c/P100708_16.31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-7254594326428140891</id><published>2009-02-07T20:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>72 days: Wallet, where are you~</title><content type='html'>Went out today and met up with Dean.&lt;br /&gt;[HEY! KEL! Where are you? We couldn't contact you!]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,He bought me a necklace! He's super sweet okay! I guess he's girlfriend's[Natalie] jealous!&lt;br /&gt;Opps. Dean bought me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;necklace~Necklace~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY2FzXBe-II/AAAAAAAAAJI/Rr20xq2289A/s1600-h/Image131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY2FzXBe-II/AAAAAAAAAJI/Rr20xq2289A/s320/Image131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300039453885003906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. I mean, no way she'll find my blog, so... I've the privilege to do that huh! ;D&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, it's just some cheap necklace he bought. I bet it's less than 10 bucks. :p&lt;br /&gt;But, his budget's tight nowadays, I can see where it's coming from.&lt;br /&gt;So we walked&amp;amp;shopped around town area. I think I'm just a dumb one, cause I missed out Times bookstore. Arggggh. I MISSED THAT! How can I forget to go there when I've been yearning to go there this whole while. Someone's definitely going to accompany there!&lt;br /&gt;We walked for like a whole 3 hours. That was kind of short, but he had to meet his 'you-know-who' Yeah. Kel, if you were there, I could have shopped longer. Where are you!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that, so... ... I went home alone. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;So, went home and found out that mum&amp;amp;dad was about to go out, so I tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;We went down to the Caspian Showhouse. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be kidding me, tell me about recession.&lt;br /&gt;We had a hard time getting a parking lot, and the parking system is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;And while on the car, I did something weird.&lt;br /&gt;Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was talking about all the things that we have to settle during these few months for Perth trip. Frankly speaking, I wasn't really listening but I did listen to some... [Opps, sorry dad.]&lt;br /&gt;So, I happened that my thoughts went so far and my ears were rather 'numb', then suddenly, he kind of rasied his voice a little to bring me back to reality and it startled me, unknowingy, I pressed a button[I think so] .&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY2Ik0b823I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oPMTjBJed4k/s1600-h/Image128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY2Ik0b823I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/oPMTjBJed4k/s320/Image128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300042502617488242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps. I self-took a photo without me knowing. And I was talking about in the last post that if I self-take pictures, I must be mad or something like that.Let's recall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Maybe. You'll see me doing that one day. BUT not now.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Opps.Okay,I found this out only when I was walking around,shopping with mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;SEEEEEE! All the father-child thing again on the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He went:" Nichole, when you're in Perth, take good care of yourself okay. Don't spend your money on stuffs that aren't useful. And also, maybe we should find a day and get you some winter clothings suitable for the temperature in Australia."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've been listening to this for xxx9xxxx98765432123457898765439x9xx9 times.&lt;br /&gt;He've been saying we should go buy the winter stuffs since last month and he's still talking about it now. In the end, I got some of them slowly by myself. :(&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of listening to that, but do I look like I have a choice. It's his mouth. I can't tell him to shut-up cause he's my dad,and I respect him. Actually, I prefer him more than mum. (But mum, I still love you! (: )&lt;br /&gt;The photo says it all. Am I happy? You should know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I was kind of suprised I took this photo out of nowhere and it perfectly conveys how I'm feeling right at the point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even booked the ticket last month. He's super fast for this though. Don't doubt that, cause he already sent me the flight itenary to my inbox. That caused my sleepless nights. The aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;That itself is a major thing alright!&lt;br /&gt;Let the story begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dad: Let's book the budget airline.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: NO! I don't feel safe. Why don't you book SIA?&lt;br /&gt;Me: REALLY!!!!!!!!!!! OMG. MUM! IT'S LIKE 400 BUCKS MORE!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: But I feel safer.&lt;br /&gt;Me: * Jumps in joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Nichole attempted to sleep. However, as she seems to be overly joyed with her being able to take SIA to Perth. Adrenaline kept pumping in her bloodstream as she fantasizes all the possiblilties. So, she decided to surf the net. As she came across her inbox, there was this mail that indicated: " Singapore Airlines Itenary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Sleep-less nights... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Simple Story right? Cause I simplified it. I found it pointless if I wrote it like the ones I write for my compositions. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;So, 400 bucks for me and 400 bucks for dad. And it's a total of 800 buck more compared to the budget airline. Gosh. I'm actually kinda happy. Cause it's Singapore Airlines. *Evil Laughters*&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, dad's accompanying me to Perth. He's going there for a week! ;D&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll miss him more, and homesick? I don't feel it now. hahah! I've so many more days to go. Perhaps I might feel greater intensity as the date draws near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to the library again tomorrow. Dad's meeting the housing agent, while bro's golfing.&lt;br /&gt;I could hitch a ride to Jp library! Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hurry meet Alvin and settle all the stuffs I need to do before going to Perth! arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Dad says he's busy. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So " ALVIN! CAN YOU BE FREE PLEASEEEEEEEE!"&lt;br /&gt;I want to get it all done before March.Please.&lt;br /&gt;Be it the homestay, my health-checkup and my student visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Things to be prepared: Neverending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I want to fully enjoy the month: March.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, we're going to Malacca during the March holidays! Moreover, ShiRui's taggin' along!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we wanted a 2 person trip to Malaysia or with more friends, but most of them aren't free. :( And mum didn't allow me to go with just Shirui alone. So I approached dad and finally when i saw him online, I msn-ed him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: i ask you. can i go genting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Segoe UI;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;need to think about it  first. when u need to confirm with SR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: ask her and let me know the  date first and then we discuss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the date is end  of this month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nichole: END OF THIS  MONTH ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Segoe UI;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for how many days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: 3D2N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ummy object leh. So how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why you tell  her? WHY!? Say I go chalet! Tell ryan I go chalet too!&lt;br /&gt;Nichole:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; and. tell her SR  will miss me when I go Perth. We must 共度that 3D2N together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Segoe UI;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let see how first. I will  let u know tom but I don't think it's good idea to go genting as take coach very  long and is not safe to go there all ladies. no problem do it in singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I take plane  also very long what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Segoe UI;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean the place Genting is  not safe. u don't want have anything happen there and u cannot go Aussie study.  right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nothing will  happen! nothing! i beg youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! I want to 共度that 3D2N together and  have a 畢業旅行 sort of thing with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Segoe UI;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;how do u know nothing will  happen? u never know....better safe than sorry. if anything happens, u will miss  the opportunity to study abroad. do u think it's worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DADDY~ ILOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Segoe UI;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I also love you but I also  want you safe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i want to  go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Segoe UI;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Decision is 'NO' from both  mummy and I . Do it in Singapore. ther are lots of things you can do it here  rather than at Genting. remember you still need to work, volunteer work and  prepare for the study. May be in March during school holiday, we can go malacca  together with SR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nichole: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;go with you no  fun. hmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; know it's fun with friends but u can do it in SIN with friends instead outside  SIN &amp;amp; u have lot opportunities to do this later part of your life. u have to  understand how mum &amp;amp; I feel about your safety if u are not with us. U have  to understand our feeling as parent. I have spent lots of effort to persuade  mum's to agree to let you go Aus to study &amp;amp; u don’t want to miss this  opportunity. Rights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nichole: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont want to  miss. But go with you no fun. Go with mum also no fun. And I'll go with SR&amp;amp;  friedns like I dont know many many years later. When how many years later  everyone's everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay... I sounded like a child, but actually, when he objected it, I was kind of upset, but when he said ShiRui could tag along during March hoildays, I'm fine with it. I did all those to try my luck. Perhaps he might be abit soft-hearted and allow you know? Hahaha. I'm a "bad" girl! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm tired from all the typing. I should stop and play Mafia Wars! (:&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;72 days to Perth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-7254594326428140891?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7254594326428140891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=7254594326428140891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7254594326428140891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7254594326428140891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/72-days-wallet-where-are-you_07.html' title='72 days: Wallet, where are you~'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SY2FzXBe-II/AAAAAAAAAJI/Rr20xq2289A/s72-c/Image131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8069563243164432951</id><published>2009-02-06T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>73 days : Facebook.</title><content type='html'>Actually,I've nothing much to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not for today. Just went to the library and sat for 4/5 hours or so and cramped all the Chem stuffs in my head. Ughh. It's harder to study on my own than I thought it'll be. Nevertheless, I've to get myself working. Butts ,Move!&lt;br /&gt;I satisfied my cravings with the Thai-Express Seafood Tom Yum Soup. It's just a craving these whole time while. Yeah. No photos today. It's me and just me.&lt;br /&gt;Unless... ...Well, self-pictures? Maybe. You'll see me doing that one day. BUT not now.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm learning to take 'human' pictures often you'know!  But no one went to the library with me today! :(&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it's me and just me.&lt;br /&gt;AND IM ADDICTED TO FACEBOOK FOR SOME REASON. I'm mad. UGHHHH! :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing Mafia Wars everyday. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, toodles people! I'll leave you guys with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYv_rrGFJZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YP9cKL6GI9o/s1600-h/Monkey_7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYv_rrGFJZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YP9cKL6GI9o/s320/Monkey_7.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299610512299206034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkeys again. LOVEME! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;73 days to Perth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8069563243164432951?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8069563243164432951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8069563243164432951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8069563243164432951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8069563243164432951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/73-days-facebook_06.html' title='73 days : Facebook.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYv_rrGFJZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YP9cKL6GI9o/s72-c/Monkey_7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-4484801735408426972</id><published>2009-02-05T21:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Funny.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Today was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I was expecting to get myself down to Jurong Point library. Yet, Aug called me to go down for the job interview. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking it might turn out to be alright since money's rolling in, so Shirui and me went. It was... ... (indescribable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager briefed us on our jobscope and requested us to introduce ourselves. Yeah. F&amp;amp;B. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; it'll be alright, but I think I'll never touch this. Even if I do, it'll be of a very small  spectrum. Reality does it all. In society, based on  hierarchy, the big says all ain't it. Even if that is cut down to the minimal, there's still some practising that, and it was that hotel I went to today. I shan't announce the name or anything. I just felt that whatever unreasonable excuses he gave and all, it was just 'the biggest rule' thing there. No wonder there's always this 'Shhh. boss's coming down now!" this sort of thing. I talking about the extreme cases. yeah. Boss's coming down now, and it's a BIGBIG thing. Respect him.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not saying respect shouldn't be given, yet I feel that sometimes hard work just doesn't pay off like what teachers always tell their students. Yeah, right. Hard Work pays all and what Isaw today was totally PRETTIEST PAYS ALL. yeahyeah. The agent told us:" For some companies, they just want pretty ladies. If you're pretty and they like you, you're in, and I'm sorry gentlemen, you're just another guy out there to them."&lt;br /&gt;Well, what he said might be true, but it just triggers the vomitting scenes that I had. Some may not like the food ever again once they experience the the vommiting process, while some just forget about it. To me, F&amp;amp;B and bussiness field is totally a nausea to me. Sorry people. It's hard to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to go down to Jurong Point library after the briefing. Woah. Books totally cools me down. For some reason, I've one more reason to like them. (:&lt;br /&gt;So... .. People are like saying my posts are wordy and there are no human pictures! ughh. Let me give you some (: hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYrvVMMnY6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/VGsnnlhrtgs/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYrvVMMnY6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/VGsnnlhrtgs/s320/obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299311058885239714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYrvU1qSQZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IJSBO0eMDkQ/s1600-h/human.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYrvU1qSQZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/IJSBO0eMDkQ/s320/human.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299311052835668370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opps. Were you expecting this? laughs. I showed human photos okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Let's just say I'm in the ' let's see unglam photo' mood! lol.&lt;br /&gt;See my unglam photos and laugh okay! Cause I'm in the mood! ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYr0U9NwfvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0FvkAenkD6Y/s1600-h/Dance01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYr0U9NwfvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0FvkAenkD6Y/s320/Dance01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299316552421637874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unglam. So laugh. ;D Part (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYr0UsUMBSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/T2t9VKZCijM/s1600-h/River+hong+bao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYr0UsUMBSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/T2t9VKZCijM/s320/River+hong+bao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299316547885204770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unglam. So laugh. ;D Part (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYrymjHhKnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/V7a52oDWNpY/s1600-h/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYrymjHhKnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/V7a52oDWNpY/s320/DSC00051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314655630535282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ShiRui was bored to the max and she did this! laughs. Her masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYrymkKGByI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uhiJI0FdMmM/s1600-h/Image129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYrymkKGByI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uhiJI0FdMmM/s320/Image129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314655909775138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Shirui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've 74days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-4484801735408426972?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4484801735408426972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=4484801735408426972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4484801735408426972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4484801735408426972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny_05.html' title='Funny.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYrvVMMnY6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/VGsnnlhrtgs/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8886551077671132987</id><published>2009-02-04T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Is this really what will happen?</title><content type='html'>Work.Work.Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say but just that.  I need money! moolah~ moolah~&lt;br /&gt;I want... *fantasizes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYml7zEYPSI/AAAAAAAAAII/L4euMKsZvOU/s1600-h/moolah04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYml7zEYPSI/AAAAAAAAAII/L4euMKsZvOU/s320/moolah04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948883317538082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYml7-8RBaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QdGIf966QqY/s1600-h/moolah03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYml7-8RBaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QdGIf966QqY/s320/moolah03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948886504736162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYml7z8xjgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/t7EebTwKimQ/s1600-h/Moolah02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 63px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYml7z8xjgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/t7EebTwKimQ/s320/Moolah02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948883554078210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYml7ibB-sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/o7YVV6lorRI/s1600-h/Moolah01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYml7ibB-sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/o7YVV6lorRI/s320/Moolah01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948878849145538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all of them!!!! gosh. But I need to have some and bring them over to Australia! I want to get some things which are worth the bucks! ;D and also! Souvenirs for you guys okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tommorrow's another session of muggin' day. Wishing all the people who's in Jc, strive for the best! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've 75days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8886551077671132987?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8886551077671132987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8886551077671132987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8886551077671132987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8886551077671132987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-this-really-what-will-happen_04.html' title='Is this really what will happen?'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYml7zEYPSI/AAAAAAAAAII/L4euMKsZvOU/s72-c/moolah04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-4248462201939968519</id><published>2009-02-03T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Wait. stop.</title><content type='html'>So, I've finally got my A levels&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; self-study&lt;/span&gt; books.&lt;br /&gt;Went library to mugmugmug! So, I had a hard time in the library today. Thanks to the strong air-conditioning there,I couldn't concentrate. Great. What a good start. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up after 5 hours sitting under the cold air. What a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; 5 hours I had today.&lt;br /&gt;So, it was just basically:&lt;br /&gt;- Relative masses of atoms and molecules.&lt;br /&gt;- Atomic Structure&lt;br /&gt;- Spectrometer&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Thats about it. It's hell confusing ,all those s, p, d, f orbitals are like alien languages.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... nah. Still alien languages to me. I should get used to it. It's just Chemistry. Oh. Don't get me started on Maths. It's all about the graphic calculator. And where the hell am I supposed to get one? Even if I do, it's just a waste of money for now.&lt;br /&gt;So i got kind of bored near the last hour. So I drew this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYhQxRcIn4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/yb5vsoL-LzY/s1600-h/Image119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYhQxRcIn4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/yb5vsoL-LzY/s320/Image119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298573769026609026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's super small, cause I drew it small. Haha! You'll just see one big mass of blurry stuffs. So don't bother pressing and wonder what's that. I'm just putting that up cause I wanted to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people are like asking me why ain't I going to school or, what poly are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;And Edmund totally was like leaving me out when we have that ' which school are you going ' conference conversation on msn yesterday! Okay. I understand. He's more interested in Shirui. ;D lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he didnt ask me until I ask him why he didn't ask, and he kept asking Shirui!He was more suprised that Shirui's online in the morning yesterday and thought she should be going to JC. Uh. It's like, "Nichole confirm go Poly" that kind of thing?&lt;br /&gt;HEY! I did better than her okay! Just that I didn't say it out! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mad&lt;/span&gt;(Just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;So...Yeah. Let me answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. You'll be seeing me talking about it later on too. Anyway, I'm going to Australia in April for a foundation course (WAUFP). It's in Perth by the way, in Murdoch College. So, I'm busily mugging to catch up since I'm opting for  the fast-track course so, I'm don't want to be lagging behind of those that start their foundation course in Feb. Moreover, this foundation course will determine whether I get into the vet science course in 2010! Ughhh.* Buterflies in stomach*&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be back in December people! So I'll have meetups with some people!;D However, I'll be going back again in Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I think some people will miss me! Wahahaha. Opps.&lt;br /&gt;Some. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Laughs. So I'm pretty much busy all the way until they day I fly.&lt;br /&gt;See the ' I've XX days left " thing at the bottom? I really have that XX days left in Singapore. I'm going to enjoy and mug at the same time. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night. I dreamt of a lively place full of foreigners(the so called ang mohs- kaien, your friends!). And I was brought to this hostel and have to live there for 'I forgot how many" years. I was excited cause the lively street is like part of the school? and the food street and most importantly of all. SHOPPING STRRET. Ohmygod. That place was heaven to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish Perth is something like that. I can shop, and study. Do both hard. I'm afraid. What is I dont do well? What if I flunk my WAUFP. So many what if(s). But that is enough to keep we awake and not play too much. I've only that few months to prove that all the money dad had paid to the school ain't down the drain., not forgetting the vet science course is going to deprive me another 6 year of time in Singapore. I think I'm actually missing Singapore although I don't like xxxx~.&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I want to go out. Shop and craze.&lt;br /&gt;My first day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I shall 'mug' in the library before I actually head down there. Wish me luck people ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've 76 days left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-4248462201939968519?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4248462201939968519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=4248462201939968519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4248462201939968519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4248462201939968519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait-stop_03.html' title='Wait. stop.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYhQxRcIn4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/yb5vsoL-LzY/s72-c/Image119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-6504852034630044661</id><published>2009-02-01T04:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything's so quick. It's already 11 days since the day I've been counting.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, it's already in the countdown from the 70th plus days already.&lt;br /&gt;How many packs of '10days' do I have left. Seven.&lt;br /&gt;Seven ain't alot. I've a long shopping list to clear, and so many things to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;I need more time. I need time please.&lt;br /&gt;Time. Appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've 78 days left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-6504852034630044661?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6504852034630044661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=6504852034630044661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6504852034630044661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6504852034630044661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-check_01.html' title='Time check'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-903867357230600379</id><published>2009-02-01T03:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine. Punish me.</title><content type='html'>So. The greatest thing now is :Performance's over.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing now is : I sprained my ankle during perf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. how do you want to punish me? And for what?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause I didn't dance well enough or because ... ? uhh. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Rest, my ankle. I've give you lots of love. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HURRY&lt;/span&gt; get well.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-903867357230600379?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/903867357230600379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=903867357230600379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/903867357230600379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/903867357230600379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/02/fine-punish-me_01.html' title='Fine. Punish me.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-435189479066307253</id><published>2009-01-30T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Loves forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYHXzRRp5DI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UY-u-dCZdYc/s1600-h/Image124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYHXzRRp5DI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UY-u-dCZdYc/s320/Image124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296751912575165490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cute isn't he? hahah! My very own cat. Tabbi.&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-435189479066307253?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/435189479066307253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=435189479066307253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/435189479066307253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/435189479066307253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/loves-forever_30.html' title='Loves forever.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SYHXzRRp5DI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UY-u-dCZdYc/s72-c/Image124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8623981348377787342</id><published>2009-01-29T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>First, I'm waiting for that day to come in anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;My sleepless nights. I can't even concentrate on the dance that I'm going to perform on the 30th and the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to get myself going. It may be my last time this year. I've to do because I have to and I totally resent this thought of mine. What have I been thinking. Yet, I know I have to place this down once and for all. Maybe like what queenie said, I've to, at the very least, maintain what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't want. I just want to dance, not perform. But I do like the satisfaction I get after each performance.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ughhhh.I'm drowning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that for now. I've to concentrate on this performance I have now, which I doubt  I could though. My sleepless nights and the all these are piling up. I'm kind of tired out by it. But enjoy Nichole!&lt;br /&gt;I must hurry get that monkey and relieve some stress! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet kaien later at town! Actually I cant wait. Cause, I want to hurry get to fareast and search for Mp4 or some other things. And lastly, get her to go crazy and take pictures. I'll try! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've 82 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8623981348377787342?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8623981348377787342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8623981348377787342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8623981348377787342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8623981348377787342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless nights'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-4821033619530939763</id><published>2009-01-27T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Things ti be done!</title><content type='html'>This going to be another short post! hhaha!&lt;br /&gt;My mum's cousin is coming over today. Though she's my mum's cousin, I still call her aunt though, it's easier.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been painting the gate and cleaning the car porch these few days.It sure is a tiring thing to do. But, it's Chinese New Year! So I'm more excited than that.&lt;br /&gt;So, my aunt's arriving very very soon. I've to get prepared and stuffs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I've 84days left.&lt;/div&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-4821033619530939763?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4821033619530939763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=4821033619530939763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4821033619530939763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4821033619530939763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-many-things-ti-be-done_27.html' title='So Many Things ti be done!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5817971196298593277</id><published>2009-01-24T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Coming~</title><content type='html'>So many things happened today. I shall post them all tomorrow or another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've 86days left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5817971196298593277?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5817971196298593277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5817971196298593277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5817971196298593277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5817971196298593277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-coming.html' title='New Year&amp;#39;s Coming~'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-283238409471243567</id><published>2009-01-23T16:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Must Do' List./ 'Want To Do' List</title><content type='html'>What to do? What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Must Do&lt;/span&gt;' list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXmRE4B9rII/AAAAAAAAAHA/rg_fiCEh7Wk/s1600-h/Nichole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXmRE4B9rII/AAAAAAAAAHA/rg_fiCEh7Wk/s320/Nichole.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294422349896854658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my  'Want To Do' list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXmRR_NlxOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yQ9t-uczJqA/s1600-h/Nichole2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXmRR_NlxOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yQ9t-uczJqA/s320/Nichole2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294422575162967266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like so blury and all . but it's okay! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want something like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXmRxrhq4XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ttM-tp7266k/s1600-h/Mp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXmRxrhq4XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ttM-tp7266k/s320/Mp5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294423119634293106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But! I realised it's from China, so I fear for the quality of it.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the blogs are selling it at around 60 bucks range. So I might consider it, considering the fact that it's quite worth the money. (Cause firstly, it's China-made, so it's cheaper, secondly, it's wide screen!)&lt;br /&gt;Although I fear for the quality, I'm so attracted to it's 3.0 inch wide screen. Especially when it doesn't have too many buttons on it.&lt;br /&gt;I've make up my mind!&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Maybe I shouldn't buy... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;87days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-283238409471243567?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/283238409471243567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=283238409471243567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/283238409471243567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/283238409471243567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-list-to-do-list.html' title='&amp;#39;Must Do&amp;#39; List./ &amp;#39;Want To Do&amp;#39; List'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXmRE4B9rII/AAAAAAAAAHA/rg_fiCEh7Wk/s72-c/Nichole.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-7397522390206245883</id><published>2009-01-22T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait. Again!?</title><content type='html'>Yeah. See my blog post? 'Wait. Again?'&lt;br /&gt;'Wait' as in 'Wait. I did it again.'&lt;br /&gt;'Again' as in ' Shit. I'm pissed once again'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me announce &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lost my wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Saw that? Never mind. I'll make it bigger then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOST MY WALLET. AND I JUST BOUGHT THAT WALLET ,WITH MY IC, EZLINK CARD,MONEY &amp;amp; MY ATM CARD INSIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. that should be big enough.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the things that should be settled are settled,except my IC.&lt;br /&gt;I've to head down to the ICA building tomorrow to get a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;My parents were entertainment to me even at that kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;When I told my dad I lost my wallet, he went ' Oh. You lost your wallet.(long pause) HUH!?! you LOST your wallet?!'&lt;br /&gt;' Yeah. We went in that shop with alot of China woman in there you know? I think lost it there'&lt;br /&gt;' Okay.Let's go ' he said.&lt;br /&gt;'Go where?'&lt;br /&gt;" Oh. Go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum went ' Lost wallet. Then what to do? Make police report? Oh no. Hurry call your uncle, ask him what to do!"(My uncle is a policeman by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my parents.&lt;br /&gt;That was still alright. Then, I went back to the shop and asked the Chinese sales lady whether she'd seen my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hi. Did you see a black and white wallet being left behind in the shop?"&lt;br /&gt;Saleslady: " Wate? I dong know" (Ps: What? I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;(Long pause) * I was trying to figure out what is she saying.&lt;br /&gt;Then I repeated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt; "Did you see a black and white wallet being left behind in the shop?"&lt;br /&gt;Saleslady: " Wate? I dong know."&lt;br /&gt;*Then I finally understood*&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Can you help me ask your colleague whether they saw it? "&lt;br /&gt;Saleslady: "Wate? I dong know."&lt;br /&gt;Me: " 你是否看见一个皮包遗留在这？”&lt;br /&gt;Saleslady: " Wate? I dong know."&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Gave up and asked her colleague)  " 你是否看见一个皮包遗留在这？”&lt;br /&gt;Saleslady's colleague: " Huh? Wate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up right at that moment. Yeah. 'Wate? I dong know" That's all she could say. Even when I tried my very best to speak in proper mandarin so that she could , she gave me " Wate? I dong know" If she didnt see it, then say no. What's with the I Dong know.&lt;br /&gt;ughh. I'm pushed to the maximum today. I've totally no mood to play any games. Perhaps I should. It's a way to relieve all these poor mood for me.&lt;br /&gt;Great. Shockwave. Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've 88 days left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-7397522390206245883?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7397522390206245883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=7397522390206245883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7397522390206245883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7397522390206245883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/wait-again_22.html' title='Wait. Again!?'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-6425407641722097429</id><published>2009-01-21T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>89 days left.I'm counting.</title><content type='html'>Pissed. Once again.&lt;br /&gt;I left my freaking phone on my Dad's car. Great. So no one can contact me.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. To be exact, they cant get to me. I decided not to go down to town since my phone's not with me ,and mum will be panicking since she's unable to contact me. So why not stay at home and sleep. I needed that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my phone already. Perhaps because of the friends who sms-es me everyday and those new friends I've made during this holiday which made me miss my phone. In other words, I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. It's just only one day. Really can't imagine if it's more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I just couldn't get to sleep. It's hard. I only got to sleep at 6am and woke up at 9am. I'm seriously shocked when dad sent the iternary to my inbox. I was stupidly worrying about all those stuffs for the whole night. Even when I mention about this exact moment, hell yes, I am still not out of shock. I've read alot of blogs yesterday and today, just to get the feel of what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's like my dad's way of doing to forward me all those related stuffs. He knew I needed all those and most importantly, to get me prepared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still like a baby depending on them. Arghh. Got to get that out of me. And not forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to emphasize this.&lt;/span&gt; I'm still IN SHOCK! It's 89 days and I'm counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to Jurong Point to meet mum later. Have to get the books from popular to charge me up for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. I need to studyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Dad was saying that I could attend JC1 tuition first or something? Yeah,it's similar. Perhaps I needed that. But for now, what I need is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;. Extra help comes in later. Self-study Nichole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS ME.&lt;br /&gt;MONKEY BLESS ME.&lt;br /&gt;DOG BLESS ME.&lt;br /&gt;CAT BLESS ME.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING BLESS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I'm blessed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-6425407641722097429?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6425407641722097429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=6425407641722097429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6425407641722097429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6425407641722097429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/89-days-lefti-counting.html' title='89 days left.I&amp;#39;m counting.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-7402931414595763250</id><published>2009-01-21T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P I S S E D</title><content type='html'>Okay. I know know I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;For what reason? Ask god.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Ask god.&lt;br /&gt;Who made you pissed? Ask God.&lt;br /&gt;When you got pissed? ASk GOd.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever made you pissed really made you pissed right? ASK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ASK GOD! Whatever God you have.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm just pissed when I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah I bought this shirt today. I perfectly conveys my message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-7402931414595763250?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7402931414595763250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=7402931414595763250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7402931414595763250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7402931414595763250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/p-i-s-s-e-d_21.html' title='P I S S E D'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-4142149237158862063</id><published>2009-01-20T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Fast!</title><content type='html'>Dad called me to get to his room. I wondered what happen.&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, the screen of his computer was ...&lt;br /&gt;He's booking the ticket! He's so damn fast, I'm not ready for this. I'm totally not ready.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in my honeymoon period mood.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling the tension until now. This right moment! I need to relief stress tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Which means... STARBUCKS HERE I COME! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've planned it all out. First, I'm going to Borders then to Kinokuniya, then off to Starbucks to enjoy life. Woohoo! After that, I'll meet mum and Ryan if time allows, otherwise, it's library for me.&lt;br /&gt;Great. Set. I'll sleep till noon. So don't wake me up people! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-4142149237158862063?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4142149237158862063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=4142149237158862063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4142149237158862063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4142149237158862063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-fast_20.html' title='So Fast!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-3677527497089422768</id><published>2009-01-20T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Step to Everything.</title><content type='html'>When we often talk about you being 'you', it's hard to imagine,especially when you aren't 'you' or whe you seldom see yourself. I mean, 'see' as in literal.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about most of your time looking at the others, while you're just spending a few minutes or just a few seconds to make sure everything's fine on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Consider that a thorough check.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so random ain't I? I when to the Popular today and browsed through a book. It's about self-image,confidence and sorts. (Hey! be sure to take alook at the self-enrichment shelves there! It's rich!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they were talking about you seeing yourself ,literally.&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering hard enough to get my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a simple test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close yours eyes and imagine yourself. Be sure to think of every single detail there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, think of another close friend or someone that you often see. Picture every single detail again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it difficult to picture yourself? I think it is youknow!&lt;br /&gt;Trust me to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT MY JOB ATTACHMENT AT DR JAMES TAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first step to everything. I'll get to start after Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;I get to see him handle surgeries and help him prepare all those surgical equipments before the surgery. I'm going to faint in excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to learn all the different things that I don't get to experience in textbook. I'm so looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;With all about those symptoms that you look out for.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, in a case where a dog is diagnosed to have aspirin toxicity, it might experience vomiting, diarrhea and lethargy. In some cases, even disinterested in food.&lt;br /&gt;Vomiting , however ,may be effective, so it is a way to expel the toxic substances away from the body provided if it has ingested aspirin 1 or 2 hours before. But always consult your vet! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! I'm learning. I took my cat to Dr James today. One for vaccination, the other two to clean their ears.  I'm happy to say that I've kind of learned to clean their ears. Kind of only. Well, experience works wonders, and my cats are going to be my experiments! Muhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, oh gosh, he told me that he had another volunteer from Murdoch University who is studying her fourth year and came back to Singapore during her Summer break for attachment. Really hope I get to see her and ask her about her experience living and studying in Australia so that I can understand a bit more.However, I doubt so since the summer holidays in Australia is ending soon.&lt;br /&gt;I certainly don't want to be at disadvantage compared to those who are starting in Feb. It's like earlier than me by 2 whole months? To be exact, it's 3 months. I've less than half a year to complete everything that others will cover it in a school year. I've really got to work doubly doubly hard to catch up. With the testimonial I'll get at Dr James Tan, I'll bet I'll be more confident about myself and this course with my favorite animals.&lt;br /&gt;Really hope dad's loan with Citibank gets approval! God help me please!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten approval from there and if the disapproval of loan is going get in the way, I'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet. There are alternatives. I always believe so. So even if it gets in the way, I'll work my way through my A levels. I certainly will. 'God bless me' --I'm not christian. I'm just asking whatever god there is out there to bless me.-- BLESSME BLESSME BLESSME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole ;D&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-3677527497089422768?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3677527497089422768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=3677527497089422768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/3677527497089422768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/3677527497089422768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-step-to-everything_20.html' title='The First Step to Everything.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2619025363275770875</id><published>2009-01-18T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hyper now.</title><content type='html'>As my post title suggests, I'm HYPER now! Reason being... ... I FOUND DAMN LOTS OF MONKEY PICTURES. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THEM??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM5NIsf-_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/iTQoYBfbaDU/s1600-h/Monkey_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM5NIsf-_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/iTQoYBfbaDU/s320/Monkey_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292636884925676530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM5NDeT4JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IOMIRDvocE0/s1600-h/Monkey_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM5NDeT4JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IOMIRDvocE0/s320/Monkey_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292636883523985554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM5NNY91dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HYLM9yAmSQQ/s1600-h/Monkey_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM5NNY91dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HYLM9yAmSQQ/s320/Monkey_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292636886185924050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM5AbWrXnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gzxBKC52beI/s1600-h/Monkey_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM5AbWrXnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gzxBKC52beI/s320/Monkey_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292636666596122226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Awwww. They're cute right?!?&lt;br /&gt;And how can you not love them if they're like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM6e_tTqYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4mXbb1pJHw0/s1600-h/Monkey_6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM6e_tTqYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4mXbb1pJHw0/s320/Monkey_6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292638291262417282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Try emphasizing the fingers.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! I'm having monkey-craze for the moment. Hahaha! Bear with me please! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2619025363275770875?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2619025363275770875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2619025363275770875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2619025363275770875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2619025363275770875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hyper-now.html' title='I&amp;#39;m hyper now.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SXM5NIsf-_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/iTQoYBfbaDU/s72-c/Monkey_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-6106254205951332631</id><published>2009-01-18T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation.</title><content type='html'>Right now, I have my confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;So the next step is? I totally have no idea. I could just walk my way through &amp;amp; act dumb or, just keep up with the others and not be at disadvantage since I'll be starting later then them.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've no idea how to say it out, esp. to certain people. It's kind of difficult if I'm not 'high'.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I'm in dilemma.How great is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-6106254205951332631?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6106254205951332631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=6106254205951332631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6106254205951332631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6106254205951332631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/confirmation_18.html' title='Confirmation.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-400453080040816382</id><published>2009-01-16T06:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Cool.</title><content type='html'>I've submitted my form. Yeah. A dreadful &amp;amp; tedious process. After this, its that. Ughh. It's a total turn-off.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm blogging at such an awkward timing. Look! It's like 6:40am. It's alright if you're lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do volunteer work! Perhaps at Mount Pleasant or James Tan. Mum's bringing our cat for its annual vaccination at Dr.Tan's place, so most probably, I'm tagging along. I really hope they'll accept! I don't mind working for free. I'm working for experience so it's valuable okay! Though I'm looking equally forward to work (literally) &amp;amp; get paid. But the volunteer work is sort of like to lay the foundation right,so I'm happy enough.So wish me lucks ! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-400453080040816382?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/400453080040816382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=400453080040816382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/400453080040816382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/400453080040816382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-cool_16.html' title='Come Cool.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-9009081451441887448</id><published>2009-01-12T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've never thought I'll get that kind of marks compared to my preliminaries. I can actually hit my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-9009081451441887448?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/9009081451441887448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=9009081451441887448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/9009081451441887448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/9009081451441887448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/what_12.html' title='What?!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2614671238202021278</id><published>2009-01-11T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcome.</title><content type='html'>'The dreadful day is arriving as many of us sits either in terror/fascination.'&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gather most of the blog posts starts with something like that, especially when tomorrow's the day O level results are released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell no I'm doing that [Although I did it in one way or another...]. Rather to me, tomorrow is the day where I confirm all my schedule and stuffs. And, tomorrow means a lot to me in a different way compared to what others desire it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, My blog post should offically start from here.&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a re-collection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've joked around with my friends about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"utmost importance" of O levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've sat in an exam hall took my papers that are worth some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"bucks and qualifications."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've took my O levels in year '08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've took 9 subjects for my O levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've sat in the exam hall enduring the chilly wind from the enormous cooler we have in the school hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've sat for a paper that requires me to use a curve ruler &amp;amp; I forgot to bring it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've sat for my Chinese paper &amp;amp; I forgot to bring my chinese dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I've sat various papers and it's distractions everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... My O levels experience ain't that great huh?Seemingly, it doesn't. On the other hand, all these meant something else besides that.Well, for my case, I could be considered as a fortunate one in comparison to some others who might just had some grim specter of death showering his 'love' over them.LOL. If that's the case, I'm a zillion times well-off then them.&lt;br /&gt;So it's okay Nichole ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I doubt I'll do any better than my preliminaries which was a totally turn-off. Trust me to get some results back then which totally make my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'exam-phobia'&lt;/span&gt; for awhile. In any case, if my core subject can pass, I'll be glad.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm expecting it to fail. I expect everyone of them to pass, except Physics which I screwed it up. That is a requirement, at the very least for something that I need.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've look it at a positive side. Well, that is one aspect that I'm good that though. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me, I'm more towards excited&amp;amp;nervous then " aiyoh, nervous until i got spasm that kind one lah"&lt;br /&gt;LOL! that was one erm, one AL there. haha. I didnt typed that.I merely copied and pasted it.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the best people. It's fixed ending and if you want to change for the better, put in your best for your future instuition you're going in.&lt;br /&gt;With here, I'll end it and best wishes for your future endeavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Nichole ;D&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONEKY!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2614671238202021278?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2614671238202021278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2614671238202021278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2614671238202021278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2614671238202021278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/overcome_11.html' title='Overcome.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-6915943764625666720</id><published>2009-01-10T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadnt Been What I've expected it to be. (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>uh. That performance ain't getting me anywhere. Disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;Dancers for singers? You'll see. You'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-6915943764625666720?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6915943764625666720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=6915943764625666720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6915943764625666720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6915943764625666720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/hadnt-been-what-i-expected-it-to-be.html' title='Hadnt Been What I&amp;#39;ve expected it to be. (Part 2)'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-9056862258205660401</id><published>2009-01-09T22:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadnt Been What I've expected it to be.</title><content type='html'>Out with kke!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for the photos! It's very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, We've thoroughly racked our brains, drained our life out calculating the budget for the chalet.Got to say it's totally worth it. It's settled and no backing out people! ;D Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; over already!&lt;br /&gt;So, we're like meeting each another the day after tomorrow. Please, I'm almost meeting her everyday. Argh. I just can't believe that so many of them cant make it for the show on 30th and 31st! Queenie just needed one person and we had to like asked afew since one ain't free after another. Hey! It's like ' Whuta chance you can get!?!' We're performing on the Marina Float.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I'm pretty excited!&lt;br /&gt;Hold on. Let's look at the bottom line. We've rehearsals on every weekends. Great. Thats enough to make me feel depressed. I'm just praying that we don't get all too Chinese there though it's Chinese New Year. Comeon. It's Marina Float. Humor me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, we've decided on the Chalet date.It's final, no changes. Guess everyone's crying over the enormous hole that they will have on their pockets. Cry people, cry. No doubts, I'll cry.The chalet was supposedly to be a batch gathering of 8 instead of afew more. Budget tight people. Ya'know the'A, A, A ' thing? Yeah. It's A! Dammit. Too much of "We got married".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm so stuck with Jeff Dunham. He's friggin' funny. Just cant help being entertained by it even though I'm watching it like over and over. It's my 20th time, perhaps more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link :  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZjMgbRUsZM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;drive from the valley-was bad as hell&lt;br /&gt;traffic-sucked like hell, drivers- angry as hell&lt;br /&gt;and you-were scared as hell&lt;br /&gt;parking here-sucked more like hell&lt;br /&gt;so- we're in hell&lt;/blockquote&gt;They have a few more video about this guy so, give this some support and most importantly get entertained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D NICHOLE&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMONKEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-9056862258205660401?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/9056862258205660401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=9056862258205660401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/9056862258205660401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/9056862258205660401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/hadnt-been-what-i-expected-it-to-be_09.html' title='Hadnt Been What I&amp;#39;ve expected it to be.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5234640823245237265</id><published>2009-01-07T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK!</title><content type='html'>Information guys.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O level results will be released this coming Monday. Gather back at school by 2pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. My inbox is flooded with these messages. It just sends chill down my spine. *Shivers*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm looking forward to it, particularly, not because of he results. Well, everything will be confirmed only by end of January. Really hope all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a note, goodluck everyone! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5234640823245237265?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5234640823245237265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5234640823245237265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5234640823245237265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5234640823245237265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/look_07.html' title='LOOK!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-7443253179446568272</id><published>2009-01-06T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$%&amp;*(</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm so darn pissed off now. But I shall wait for the actual thing, it might not be true.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be so pissed for the moment, like what my dad said. I shall reserve some for later then. Please scram for now.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me to chill.&lt;br /&gt;ThankYou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-7443253179446568272?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7443253179446568272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=7443253179446568272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7443253179446568272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7443253179446568272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_06.html' title='$%&amp;amp;*('/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1308252420677492405</id><published>2009-01-04T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get working!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SWCRBFO17bI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7QhsqEtA720/s1600-h/Contented+Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SWCRBFO17bI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7QhsqEtA720/s320/Contented+Cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287385410303290802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a fresh new start for me. Got a job at Camouflage &amp;amp; Monday's my trial day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went down for the interview and saw Rosy there. At first, I was kinda shocked, well, meeting someone from your school and working with them ain't easy to start with.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I kind of procrastinated for awhile. The thought about all my Chinese New Year period being spent at work turns me off. But... ...oh well, people who knows will know why am I working for actually.&lt;br /&gt;That thought kept me going, even though I would rather spend more of my time with my cousins when they come over to Singapore then.&lt;br /&gt;Geesh. For dreams&amp;amp; future. Sounds cheesy ain't it? I'm not kidding though. I want to live and study better.&lt;br /&gt;Wish my work there be great! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's the Australia Open Day @ Orchard Hotel. I'm so excited to even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Shit! I haven't get the printed copy of my preliminary result slip from Ms Tang yet. I bet I've to go back to Jurong again. Well, There's dance on Tuesday&amp;amp;Friday, perhaps I'd just go down in either of the days to collect it. This Open Day that will last 2 days will really get me decided on many stuffs. It's a 'take or go' thing which I hope I'll never regret. But the chances are high, and, I'll miss many many people. :(&lt;br /&gt;Well, keep it down for the moment. It's not a decided thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been like "mai mo-ing" @ Jurong Point. :D&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's the library. hahaha! I've been reading up on alot of stuffs and studying them too. So many people are commenting about it. "it's the holidays for you, why dont you go relax? Why study?" &amp;amp; stuffs like that. I would just show a bitter laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It's ironic isn't? It's the holidays which I've been looking forward to,the holidays that I've been dreaming for. Yet, I'm spending it on the books.&lt;br /&gt;To correct any mis-conceptions, I'm Reading&amp;amp; Studying books. They aren't storybooks alright!&lt;br /&gt;The more I value my holidays, I more want it to be spent on something meaningful &amp;amp; spend it on my own interest.&lt;br /&gt;So live with it people. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1308252420677492405?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1308252420677492405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1308252420677492405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1308252420677492405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1308252420677492405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-working_04.html' title='Get working!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SWCRBFO17bI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7QhsqEtA720/s72-c/Contented+Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8515169392422541681</id><published>2009-01-01T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Beginnning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy New Year to everybody out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back from Queenie's place. I'm utterly tired out now. To think about it, I'm actually like meeting kke almost everyday. hahaha! My last moment of 2008 &amp;amp; my first moment of the 2009 is spent with kke&amp;amp;Queenie. It's funny to even recall what happened on that day. Imagine a whole lot of elderly dancing on the dance floor. It's almost like a disco night with them, certainly it wasn't something I would want, but it's definetely something that is memorable. Afterall, &lt;/span&gt;it's a new beginning isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Bought some items&amp;amp; I'm pleased about it! Cheap Buys ookay! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8515169392422541681?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8515169392422541681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8515169392422541681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8515169392422541681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8515169392422541681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-beginnning_01.html' title='New Year, New Beginnning.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-593013344570048303</id><published>2008-12-29T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy... ...</title><content type='html'>Days passed. Now, I can even talk about it in months.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, December'08 will come to an end soon. I can say nothing more than just to thank all who sent me their Christmas greetings.&lt;br /&gt;Work has ended for me. During this period of time, many things had propped up&amp;amp; all of our staffs had overcome it.Despite the challenges we've faced, coupled up with a few of them leaving earlier, I'm still glad that the whole thing has ended beautifully. Hey, I know the pay is low, but what's more important is the experience and the effort I've actually placed in for the whole month okay!&lt;br /&gt;Talk about perseverance, not many people have it. It's my first job that lasted for a whole month and I've proved to myself I can do it if I want, as well to my dad. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I just want to rest for now&amp;amp; continue reading up my books. I've yet to finish it up! ;D Got to push harder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-593013344570048303?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/593013344570048303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=593013344570048303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/593013344570048303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/593013344570048303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy_29.html' title='Busy... ...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-6331835903727825588</id><published>2008-11-28T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>The Day before yesterday, I went to CHIJ with Kaien.&lt;br /&gt;Well, danced danced &amp;amp; just danced. Finally did a jete after such a long time not dancing.&lt;br /&gt;It sure is tiring. Guess my muscles are all tightened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was kinda like a defining day for me.&lt;br /&gt;First, I went back to Jurong&amp;amp; helped out. Alone. ;D&lt;br /&gt;All of them arent freee! Gosh. It's okay, its over anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, Queenie's husband drove me to work @ Taka . lol!. Basically, I got a free ride there. No need for a taxi, no need to pay.&lt;br /&gt;Then talked alot on the car. Her husband's funny.!&lt;br /&gt;Comeon. He's DIFFERENT okay! Not like some Cheena person I know.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. She's really gotten up my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;She can just give Gary and YuXiu the eagles award!&lt;br /&gt;She can go !?@!@ Just to like you know how mad I am at her...&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People who know me will know I'll NEVER &amp;amp; I can SWEAR never said that word. She made me say that. See how mad I am with her?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;She made me feel so vulgar now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just this time. many times before, I tired to tolerate so that I'll not affect the juniors. Gosh. Give me a break. I've graduated and I will not care a bit about her.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'll say'&lt;em&gt;Sorry Juniors. ' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I apologise for my rudeness if it doesnt apply to you. If it does, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not rude at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. How I wish I can just give you a tight slap. Gosh. What am I thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont learn from me please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn lessons from us and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; her. !$!@#!@ Make your life easier. Our batch hasnt been her liking. It's not like I care. She isnt &lt;strong&gt;OUR&lt;/strong&gt; liking as well.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Oh. Please come back. I foresee the future of Modern Dance.&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee no dance chalet this year. Sighs&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Work @Taka is fun. Im using glue gun, driller etc. It's so much fun! Compared to the mundane Lamination job I did earlier, it's a earth&amp;amp;Heaven to me. Though compared to the lamination job, the time spent would be longer, but at the very least, I'm enjoying it. I'm actually looking forward to work tomorow. And I was complaining to Dad why wasnt there work today. lol. I wna meet up with Jasmine&amp;amp; Joan! They're the first few I've worked with actl. Sounds fun to me! Gotta sleep for now!. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-6331835903727825588?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6331835903727825588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=6331835903727825588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6331835903727825588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6331835903727825588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/11/work_28.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2705897635710397363</id><published>2008-11-23T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filled up</title><content type='html'>All these days were just filled up with various activities. Be it work, home, anything.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, it's me and just ... me. I've been wondering whether I've time for the books that I've borrowed from the library. Ever since I've borrowed them, I've just touched half of the book. Talk about my dreams. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying very hard to focus, but it just doesn't seem right. Many things are bothering me now, which I think they are considered to be just some trival matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should be glad that I'm actually getting used to the lamination job that I have or rather to say I'm fine with the job, though I just seem to be like any factory worker who does their chorus again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I've got the hang of it on the second day, so everything's fine for me. In fact, the supervisor kept giving me the huge workload and say 'I know you can do it'.&lt;br /&gt;These words are so encouraging despite the big stack that I've got to laminate each time. Well, it's a whole new experience aye.&lt;br /&gt;Coming up after the lamination job, its out with friends and the new job that I've got at Takashimaya. I'm pretty excited though I've only 5 days off the wholetime, which considered is alot. With a whole new working environment and the people I've to interact to, I think it's going to be a pleasurable one.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting that only 3 out of all the ones that have went for the interview were selected, in addition of the other 3 who have worked for &lt;em&gt;Mrs Tong&lt;/em&gt; before, I think I've to work doubly hard.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I lucky? haha.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I've to fuss about is that Shirui, Yuhui &amp;amp; Clare didnt get in. Everything's down to me and myself to handle and adapt to.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about excited, it's because... I've work during the Class chalet days? No doubts it'll be tiring for me, but it's going to be fun. I've got my Christmas eve off, and my Christmas day spent for work in the afternoon shift. What a Packed Month for me.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say, so sorry to &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. I've applied for leave, which is the intended one for the whole schedule, but I've to cover up for my colleague on that day. I'm really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh. Well. Some ups and downs here are just inevitable. Got to get used to it, or change it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Off to Neopets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2705897635710397363?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2705897635710397363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2705897635710397363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2705897635710397363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2705897635710397363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/11/filled-up_23.html' title='Filled up'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-6308415807929669309</id><published>2008-11-20T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work.Play.Gosh</title><content type='html'>Today's the last day before my work starts. ughh. It's alright.&lt;br /&gt;I've got the lamination job and the promoter job at Takashimaya.  Well, that's not too bad, considering the fact that there's a Kinokuniya!Woohoo. I looveee that store alot! Moreover, I'm prepared for my money to be spent on the stationaries. Gosh. That will take up quite a load from my salary I gather.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my schedule for the work on Sunday, so I cant say I'm not free on this certain day. Neither can I say I'm not free, it's all down to the 'time-table' all the way till Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;This period of time, it's in and out of house in search of jobs as well as to makeup for the time that I didnt go out. It was a combination of both fun and tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I'm back to play maple. 0.o Can someone save me? I think that it's enough to save me from my boredom, but. but. Okay. It doesnt matter. Yuhui's playing so I'll go and acc. her. Moreover, Christmas is approaching! There'll be more quests and free items for grabs. I'm certainly not going to miss them out! haha. okay. In the meantime of downloading it for the new patch, I shall go blogshopping!&lt;br /&gt;I did a few days ago. Bought 6 items? gosh. But it's only $15.05 inclusive of the handling fees. Okay. It's quite worth it in some sense.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely, I'll be going out later with PEOPLE. lol. Guess have to ask mum whether she needs me to acc her to Cold Storage. Her knees are hurting her. So... there's no confirm answer for now.&lt;br /&gt;;D got to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-6308415807929669309?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/6308415807929669309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=6308415807929669309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6308415807929669309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/6308415807929669309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/11/workplaygosh_20.html' title='Work.Play.Gosh'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5809374178650992055</id><published>2008-11-14T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INformation'/><title type='text'>It's time for gathering!</title><content type='html'>Okay. This a a blogpost for information. Although as much as i want to write a post to celebrate the end of exams but oh well, i've loads of things to do. That's great isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;This is a reminder to all Jurong Secondary students who have finished their O levels. ( I'm not sure the Normal Tech. 'N' levels Students are involve though, sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The School Alumni has kindly organised a final gathering so that everyone of us can get together. There're some actvities that will be carried out, so here are some of the details.&lt;br /&gt;Day and Date: Saturday, 22nd November 2009&lt;br /&gt;Venue: School Hall&lt;br /&gt;Time: 0930-1130&lt;br /&gt;Attire: Up to you.&lt;br /&gt;**Refreshments provided.**&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all. Yeah. so. .. You're encouraged to be there. (: Spread around! I think most of the people are unaware that we can wear our casual wear there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5809374178650992055?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5809374178650992055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5809374178650992055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5809374178650992055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5809374178650992055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-time-for-gathering.html' title='It&amp;#39;s time for gathering!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2779975882933045826</id><published>2008-11-07T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go out!</title><content type='html'>Went out with mom today.&lt;br /&gt;It was totally boring . opps.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm seeing her EVERYday.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go out tomorrow. But I no idea where to go. =/&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2779975882933045826?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2779975882933045826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2779975882933045826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2779975882933045826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2779975882933045826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wanna-go-out_07.html' title='I wanna go out!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8367744900590985962</id><published>2008-11-06T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeon' Decide on oneeeee.</title><content type='html'>I've finally cleared my room of books. x?!@v@@z#df$j%i^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I did. On a note, my room's still contained with the stuffs for the last three papers.&lt;br /&gt;x?!@v@@z#df$j%i^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;okaayyy... I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so indecisive hereee!&lt;br /&gt;I went on the forum and hopped around to find out more on the dog anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;*Pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;Mom and me went to the library and read up on a few books. So... when we had decided on the books to borrow, we found that none of us brought our library pass. x?!@v@@z#df$j%i^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's alright. There's something known as internet and thus, the reason why I was hopping around in the forums.&lt;br /&gt;On a side note,I saw WeiJian? Laughs. It was mom who recognised him.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me" Is that your friend? He looks familiar..."&lt;br /&gt;When I turned my head, he was right in front of me and he walked past without noticing.&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious. How I wish I could tape that down. Wait. No.&lt;br /&gt;I'll exclude the part that I nearly choked and I dirtied my shirt. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw a few others at Jurong Point as well. Grace, Esther, Michelle, Hui Hsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the forum...&lt;br /&gt;Biomedical Science can get me into veterinary science!&lt;br /&gt;*pinches myself* No one's convinced. Neither mom nor dad.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, there's up to a maximum of 2 years exemption for UQ. But.! They're still not convinced. Neither am I.&lt;br /&gt;So... ... I mailed UQ. I'm seriously excited to see their reply. I had like so many burning questions before and I finally poured them all out. Let's just say, I've asked more than 10 questions. Yeah. That was the load.&lt;br /&gt;If poly is able to, I've an alternative and I'm definitely persuing it even it takes an extra one more year for me. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Smile. Smile.Smile.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm more determined to do better. wahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8367744900590985962?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8367744900590985962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8367744900590985962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8367744900590985962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8367744900590985962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/11/comeon-decide-on-oneeeee_06.html' title='Comeon&amp;#39; Decide on oneeeee.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-218551298044658981</id><published>2008-11-03T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got myself a job?</title><content type='html'>So. Social Studies paper's over.&lt;br /&gt;What I've got to say is that this is a paper with certain level of difficulty though I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... but the essay was alright. 2 out of the three was the one I studied for the test, so I can say I should be quite safe.&lt;br /&gt;The remaining papers aren't that taxing so I think it should be quite fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after i reached home, I thought for awhile about what part-time jobs should I take on.&lt;br /&gt;I flipped open the classified portion of Straits times that was dated  some time back. And I found myself a job. TaDah! ==&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whether I can do it no matter how optimistic I can be. Wait. Waitress? me?&lt;br /&gt;I must be kidding. Yet, the thing is I AM really going to be one.  Five star hotel?  Slap me mannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;This is seriously a huge opportunity for me to actually work besides distributing flyers and helping out my grandpa at his office.&lt;br /&gt;Despite being able to work in such a place, I still prefer a pet shop. Too bad there aren't one out there for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's alright though. I've plan to help out in SPCA or the zoo as a volunteer if I get the chance. Maybe I should, after I start lessons next year I'll help out during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;So that's my plan for now.&lt;br /&gt;I neeeeeeeeeeed to get some hands-on experience with animaaaaaaals!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-218551298044658981?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/218551298044658981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=218551298044658981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/218551298044658981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/218551298044658981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-myself-job_03.html' title='I got myself a job?'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-9138494374250578277</id><published>2008-11-01T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not about winning...</title><content type='html'>O levels had started since a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;Well... It also means that I've not been on net for that period of time. I'm pleased. (:&lt;br /&gt;English, Mathematics, Additional Mathematics, Chemistry, Physics, Biology, Elective Geography...&lt;br /&gt;The worst are over for me. Especially Physics and Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;Well, talk about luck, I didn't have one for Physics though.&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 consisted of so many topics but the back few of the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;A few of them pushed the blame to Mr Tan to feel a tad better. I don't have anything against that cause' I'm the few though. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we can't actually blame everything on him. He didn't say directly that the last few topics will be out for paper 2, he just merely said that the last few topics will distinguish an A1 student from an A2 student.&lt;br /&gt;People like me just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inferred&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been pinning hopes on this subject so it's okay. Moreover, many felt it was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;But should it be labeled as difficult? I mean if we have focused on the front few chapters, it actually ain't that hard to score huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand... Biology was a whole different thing.&lt;br /&gt;One. It was supposedly to be a new syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;Two. The questions that came out was from the front few chapters.&lt;br /&gt;Three. None on the questions were from the new topics.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see much people cursing and swearing. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this period of time, Demi Lovato and the Jonas Brother's songs have been accompanying me. I even dreamt of Kevin Jonas. Oh. Talk about that, I screamed and jumped about the whole day cause of that. I mean, a celebrity in my dreams. Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;Even if it was Obama or Mc Cain, I'll do the same. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!anyway. We've a new member in our family. Muffin!&lt;br /&gt;Mum wants it. I paid for it. ==&lt;br /&gt;There goes months and months of my saved money. Cats aint cheap nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;$850 for a ragamuffin is still alright. That's why I agreed. :/&lt;br /&gt;But exotic is around $1800 plus or so.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about it. I don't mind. Anyway, after O levels, I'm hoping to get a part-time as well... Just for the holidays. Save moneyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Before that, it's Social Studies, Chinese and the 3 sciences' Paper one.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh...It's gonna end soooon. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Nichole/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-9138494374250578277?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/9138494374250578277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=9138494374250578277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/9138494374250578277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/9138494374250578277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-not-about-winning.html' title='It&amp;#39;s not about winning...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8734685219979965381</id><published>2008-10-19T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big day.</title><content type='html'>Ughh. I lost my data. I'll post next time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I'm looking forward to organise that candle light dinner.!?!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It just excites me with whatever ridiculous ideas I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;Shirui and me came out with something. ahem. laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8734685219979965381?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8734685219979965381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8734685219979965381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8734685219979965381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8734685219979965381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-day_19.html' title='Big day.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2061417570456480544</id><published>2008-10-09T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel of Accomplishment.</title><content type='html'>As usual, I woke up in the morning and reached school at bout' 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;I was nearly late for physics lesson. Okay, seriously I felt guilty for not studying physics for my prelims. To be exact, I just barely touched it. There you have it.Thus, my name's on the list outside the staffroom. It's kind of embarrassing though, no. It's totally embarassing. =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've found a way to study in the library in peace if not for those who were singing and listening to their music so loud ,I would've finished my chemistry paper even earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Comeon' it's with earpiece and I can hear it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished a chemistry paper plus half of another. *screams and dances around*&lt;br /&gt;It's a huge achievement for me. Hey! It includes checking of answer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;consulting teacher &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; my answers are rather near for paper 2. How great of a feeling would it beeeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we skipped English lesson today. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Listen.&lt;br /&gt;We went and Mr lam's not there. Okay,done. End of explanation. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, we sat down ,or rather,stand and debated about what to wear for Graduation Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed, seriously. I remembered someone from our class that said we'll be wearing class tee for our graduation lunch. Now, we have to prepare something to wear by today or tomorrow when they said we can't wear class tee.&lt;br /&gt;It's either we never recieve the infomation and they knew it sometime ago or either they knew it recently. If it's recently then there's nothing much to be pissed about.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, so I'll just say, I'm not happy. None of us are and our heads' are aching from getting something to wear for Grad Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;From our survey we did ( not really. ), many will be wearing Dress, skirts,Swimshorts(?).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point is, it'll be FORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I not mention about being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Formal&lt;/span&gt;? Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. You've heard about spending $100+ for Grad Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;It's $100+ and exclusive of the $30 lunch fees. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Guess the few of us really have to dig something out from the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pile of dung'&lt;/span&gt; we have at home. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ying Siew and me finally got something together, from my house. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea about the others, but I'm excited to see what are they going to dig out from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'pile of dung'&lt;/span&gt; they have at home.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting a day or two ago, Yuehua told me and gave an early congratulation for getting an award for the upcoming Grad Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky it's her not Yang. =x&lt;br /&gt;An award for Grad Lunch aye. Never heard of it. I don't even know what award I'm getting.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's about dance or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of my lunch that I had in canteen today after physics.&lt;br /&gt;I became a waitress(?)&lt;br /&gt;It's for that few seconds but yeah I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;one. I served for Ms Ng (volleyball teacher) and YANG!&lt;br /&gt;*hits wall. Bangs wall*&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt seem like I have a choice back then when the uncle politely requested me to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at around 2pm near 3pm I gather.&lt;br /&gt;It was early. Infact, the earliest timing. saw Queenie at the bus stop and she asked us about joining the performance next year in March. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;*jumps about*&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that. I'm glad that I get to dance again. My muscles must have tighten. =x&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work on it again like before. Streching Streching and more streching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. On a last note, Help stop Animal Abuse.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's random, but I'm not joking. Help stop Animal Abuse. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2061417570456480544?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2061417570456480544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2061417570456480544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2061417570456480544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2061417570456480544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/10/feel-of-accomplishment_09.html' title='Feel of Accomplishment.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2243984917513877904</id><published>2008-10-06T20:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh! look at the time now.</title><content type='html'>Gosh. Look at that ticking countdown timer. =x&lt;br /&gt;Well... ... so sorry to make you feel the tension of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"xxx&lt;/span&gt;" with me, but if you don't feel it now, there should be some problem with you. Ahem.I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I am having some problems, that's why you're seeing me blogging more and more often, and have even come to an extent of placing a countdown timer in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;A way of releasing stress, as well as a way to induce stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;Back to school as early as 8am had proved me something.&lt;br /&gt;I can concentrate nowhere. This is a bad sign. A very bad one.&lt;br /&gt;At least,at home, I have water and food easily available, so I've come to a conclusion that home is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,the intensity of the library had gotten my nerves up. Oh. Not forgetting that you have friends that will disturb you along the way. Control me. Comeon' control me.&lt;br /&gt;I need to exercise self-control.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, although time's not on my side, i'll try to finish up as many as possible.&lt;br /&gt;I can't see my future *cries*&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I can see... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As much as I want to do well for this O levels, as much as I want to stay pessimistic to the least, but I don't think I'll do well for this round.&lt;br /&gt;Last lap, last round. I think I haven't done my best. Be it last year or this year, my results aren't reflecting on what I'm supposed to get. Guess that's the result of laziness plus being ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;Even at times, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; class tests that I've studied for are those that I think I did my best. Overall, it's not well. Nichole. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Even it may be not well, but let's just say I'll  be giving my best no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the marks that are given, accept it. This is not my best and my best will defintely be the next insituition I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;. I've given myself a goal even before I'm placed anywhere. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing to lose anyway. Moreover, the next one is the ultimate deciding factor to my future. haha. kiddding. 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(:</title><content type='html'>Journey back and forth to Malaysia and back to Singapore has utterly tire my out.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today's the last though. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;, Nichole. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No More&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess have to say goodbye to the old me, and welcome the new me. Smile. (:&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been telling myself to get hold of myself, don't lose myself and keeping smiling.&lt;br /&gt;It sure was hard, but it's part of life. Come on, get over it Nichole.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I have to and I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to have a day or two worth of break. Yet, looking at the current load of work I have on my hands, short breaks are considered a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;A complete whole week of mourning and stuffs, held me back from revision.&lt;br /&gt;When I've come to realize how much I have left to do, I could just jolly well drop my jaws and say " WHAT?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Anyway, music is my therapy for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Of recent, I've been listening to English songs. Guess I've finally got my phone's music bank filled with more English songs than Mandarin Songs.Miraculously, my Japanese songs are more than Mandarin Songs.Gosh, all filled with Misia, Ayumi Hamasaki and Tainaka Sachi's songs.&lt;br /&gt;There's this sense of achievement in me. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;You can say I'm in love with singers who can do high pitch . I'm filled with admiration. ;D&lt;br /&gt;It's not that Mandarin songs sucks or anything, but just a change in taste.&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine how much of influence Disney channel is ? Gosh. I friggin' love their shows.&lt;br /&gt;Please, not cartoon. But I admit I'm still childish. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I remembered that Camp Rock song, by Demi Lovato feat. Joe Jonas. This is me.&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening this song repeatedly over and over again, be it Acoustic version or the original one.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are... real...&lt;br /&gt;" This is real this is me, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now. Gonna let the light shine on me."&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could sing bravely like her. Not to forget, she's pretty as well. Oh, engrossed. ~&lt;br /&gt;You can just say Disney Channel is an international platform to reach fame and status.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, its also a place scrutinizing your mistakes and demanding a lot from one.&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world could really break out of this confined area in Singapore, limiting their potential, without moving out into other places? It difficult. In some case, some might say impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Irony,y'know. Impossible consist of 'I'- 'M'-'Possible'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I want to try a guitar. I wonder how it feels like. Composing songs and such. It should feel quite nice, I think. But I have no idea how it works. Maybe I should just get someone to help me. I can't even understand the guitar tab online, let alone play them. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;First, get a guitar. My first step.&lt;br /&gt;Second, try to figure the anatomy and such plus the tabs (?!?)&lt;br /&gt;Last, find someone to help. Anyone can? Then I can save my money. Laughs. The basics will do.&lt;br /&gt;If I am really to study overseas, I really hope I can play the guitar once in awhile to ease myself.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Piano is expensive. Moreover, no one brings their piano over with them because of this kind of reason. Please~&lt;br /&gt;My piano is rotting at home. *Screams*&lt;br /&gt;And the pedal's not working. Hello?! ;D&lt;br /&gt;It sounds weird without the pedals. But it not like I cant live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of the Os. It lasts a whole month. * scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;It's a torture for me. Why can't it just hurry and get over with it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm being inconsiderate, I know, there are tons of people doing different kind of papers around the world. Yeah yeah. Just let me do all the complaining. It makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I'm going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;English lessons. Shirui told me I'm one of the ten who're involved in the situational writing lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see how far I've come to reach a fail in my situational? From an A1 to a fail. * Roars*&lt;br /&gt;It just gets demoralizing.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lam could just teach and demoralize you further when he say it's easy and such.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it seems easy, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get pass this point because I feel that even you're a doctorate in English, it doesn't mean it's easy to get your marks.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Mr Lam, he just barely pass when he did comprehension with us. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;So I've come to a conclusion, it's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;Final.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that English is a subject that takes time. Look at those authors that took like several months to complete a book. It's not just about an hour or so. I feel that its more than that.&lt;br /&gt;So certainly, I don't like they way they're testing us. Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that I can't comprehend, just let nature take its course, like said, as long as you try, even if the results aren't what you wished, at least you know you've given your best. There's nothing to be sad about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. REVISION! bye. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-9165244773259986086?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/9165244773259986086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=9165244773259986086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/9165244773259986086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/9165244773259986086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-over-it_03.html' title='Get over it! (:'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5378399484563441884</id><published>2008-09-29T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rest well'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SOCf0XQzApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cVhLN847kK8/s1600-h/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SOCf0XQzApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cVhLN847kK8/s320/cry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251372887460479634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tears I never wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't know that I contained so much tears within me.&lt;br /&gt;My first.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; time I cried so much. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; time that I cried for 3 whole hours. When the news got to my ears in the middle of the night, I just couldn't believe it. Hit me, Slap me. I hoped that it was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why now? Of all time now? Why? You were joking with me few days ago about my school's principal to extend how young you still were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reality does it all as I drench myself in tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Certainly, I didn't want to accept anything and everything those people told me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you, you were there. You are always there for me. For everyone you love. Suddenly, I'm guilty for pretending to stay strong in front of everyone else for a whole 2 solid hours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I stepped out of the building, I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry that I couldn't stay strong, strong enough to not let you see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry that couldn't fake a smile even at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;I may be dumb at times, even now. I must be kidding myself.You couldn't possibly see me cry, but I know you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt weak all the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;You're not there anymore any longer to guide me , to laugh at me, to help me keep secrets, to make me feel safe. I'm totally like a lost mice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to go, and I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgiving&lt;/span&gt; you for not saying a goodbye even I know you wanted to, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgiving&lt;/span&gt; you for making me cry. I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgiving&lt;/span&gt; you for leaving without sharing the things that you wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;You are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will not be anymore next time with you, even if I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still want to thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for giving me so much memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for guiding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for your birthday gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for sharing your stories with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times we played with the candles while we're young?So many. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;Please bring these memories along, don't leave it all behind for me to contain. I just couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I thank you very much.  No one in this world can disturb you from your slumber sleep,so sleep and rest well.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Everyone loves you and bring it all together with you on the journey you're going to embark on.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, I wouldn't be going to school tomorrow. I got a hang of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so much better.&lt;br /&gt;The masters are going to do some sort of ritual kind of things tomorrow. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry jiejie and meimei in school. Couldn't acc. you guys tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be the worst Hari Raya holiday I'm getting. Talk about luck.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5378399484563441884?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5378399484563441884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5378399484563441884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5378399484563441884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5378399484563441884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/09/tears-i-never-wanted_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SOCf0XQzApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cVhLN847kK8/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-4378378894415905548</id><published>2008-09-29T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pitstop blunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimi'/><title type='text'>F1 Results!</title><content type='html'>Alonso won!&lt;br /&gt;He looked &lt;strong&gt;COOL&lt;/strong&gt;~ &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I won my bet. laughs.&lt;br /&gt;It does look kind of dumb to place bet on him when he had a 15th placing for the start.&lt;br /&gt;But i did it before the qualifying rounds. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he did great sustaining his standard at the back portion.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Massa really had to be brought from heaven to hell. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;My brother and brother was practically screaming at the television.&lt;br /&gt;If not for the Safety Car.&lt;br /&gt;If its not for the technical problems . Pitstop blunder.&lt;br /&gt;Comeon, from first to last? It's sort of ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;He'll do better next round. I dont see any reason he wouldnt be in the top three if those didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the golden moments... ...&lt;br /&gt;One of them was when Massa nearly hit the bend, he did a quicky turn and head back into the tracks. The next moment, A Force India's driver didnt expect his turn and went heads-on hitting on the bend.&lt;br /&gt;Stunned.&lt;br /&gt;The other one would be when Kimi Rai skid and hit the bend.&lt;br /&gt;He's always the one who have to back-out at the last few rounds. Such a pity. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, its Alonso who went for his pitstop which was a fast 6.6 seconds and joined back on the tracks with a ranking of 2nd to 5th position. ( Was it Alonso? Or Kimi Rai? Hmmm..)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. F1's Over. And I'm facing another O. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta buck up and blog lesser.&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my study-nono time to do this. laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Offically, 10pm is my study-nono. Hopefully. * gulps*&lt;br /&gt;Before 10 will be " get your butts moving" time. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeee-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Sleep people! Sleep! Goodnight! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-4378378894415905548?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4378378894415905548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=4378378894415905548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4378378894415905548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4378378894415905548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/09/f1-results_29.html' title='F1 Results!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5475724640859431927</id><published>2008-09-27T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formula One'/><title type='text'>F1 Race</title><content type='html'>Qualifying race for the F1 race was spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;For me , it contained lots of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;After watching, it sure had me pinpointing and start rambling about this and that.&lt;br /&gt;Alonso screwed up his qualifying race ending with a disappointing 15th place. argh.&lt;br /&gt;Then Massa clinched Singapore's pole, followed by Hamilton then Kimi.&lt;br /&gt;A day ago when I saw the news about the racers' final practice, Alonso piped Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting something so drastic here.&lt;br /&gt;When I was following closely, it just struck me when his car stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Fuel Supplying problems I think.&lt;br /&gt;What a waste. He's mad as well, he could be seen clutching his head in fury.&lt;br /&gt;The race ended like an hour ago, and I did a search for the qualifying round report, hoping to find out more on Alonso's unexpected stop. I found one. Only ONE report.&lt;br /&gt;Look how realistic it can get, reports were so vague and just brushed it off by stating that it wasn't his day or so. Sheesh... ... He could be well in the top 5 if not for the fuel problem.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all the best to him for the remaining ones.&lt;br /&gt;Even if this race is screwed up, even of this whole championship is screwed up, we cant deny the fact that he actually could come up the fastest during the practice with such a bumpy and unfamiliar street circuit. Thumbs up for him!&lt;br /&gt;Keep going on yeah! (:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's street circuit sure is bumpy and tough.&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the brighter side, Singaporeans and many fans out there are expecting something more from the racers tomorrow. Let the F1 fever engulf everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting so excited here. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching and following every race closely mates!&lt;br /&gt;I've requested Dad to help me place bets for this race. Hmm. I'm not expecting from my predictions though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm hoping Dad could bring us out tomorrow for dinner. I'm getting all piped up imagining myself in the crowd. Kind of excited here~&lt;br /&gt;I'm predicting something as well.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just dump my books in a corner, ignore them and engage myself in the race. Until then, I'll be able to get to my book totally.&lt;br /&gt;F1 is such a huge distraction for me. Comeon Nichole.&lt;br /&gt;Focus!&lt;br /&gt;First, I shall get myself to watch some videos first then off to bed I go. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5475724640859431927?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5475724640859431927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5475724640859431927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5475724640859431927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5475724640859431927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/09/f1-race_27.html' title='F1 Race'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1622520837078639903</id><published>2008-09-24T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pizza Hut'/><title type='text'>Pizza Hut Hunt.!</title><content type='html'>School is a fresh new day today!&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, it welcomed me with a refreshing smell of the rain.It felt great.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it rain for a few days continuously, it felt so great after days of torture under the infernal sun.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It ain't that SERIOUS~&lt;br /&gt;But it's the worst I've seen. You can say that I am one who hasn't seen the world yet, and you're right anyway :p&lt;br /&gt;I just love the rain in Singapore. Regardless of the intensity of it, be it a lil drizzle or a huge thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to school, Ms Seeto isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;This is REAL miracle.Gosh. A few times in a lifetime.fine, two years of teaching with us. :)&lt;br /&gt;School nowadays is more of like a self-study area.&lt;br /&gt;I mean how many teachers came today for us or me?&lt;br /&gt;two? three? and how many actually did stand down right in front and gave a lecture?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Our one and only Mr Lam.&lt;br /&gt;All with the 'situational writing is the easiest to score' talk all along for hell knows how long? laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Special Mention: Sellek and WeiJian&lt;br /&gt;Sellek's just being irritating that's all. haha. I mean in a fun way. Not that kind of ihateyou irritating.&lt;br /&gt;WeiJian's just being kind and returned Sr's library book that she left in class. It's Fun-ney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, went out with Shirui, YingSiew and YuHui.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a few seniors on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut. I had 5 refills please? and ys had 6 i think.&lt;br /&gt;However, i ate more than her. *laughs hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the sudden manner, that's ys's signature laughter when she's mad by the way.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never imagine how hysterical she can be until you meet her. understand and most importantly see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you won't regret. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;So we sat down at pizza hut for like hours. I have no idea exactly how long. But long enough to see a few customers who came way later than us leave.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it Loooooooooong.&lt;br /&gt;They were competing who could finish the most cups of Pepsi.huh?!?&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I was dragged into it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just wanted to drink, not like i wanted to compete or what. It's definitely fun!&lt;br /&gt;Ys was in a condition that she could walk like a chimp.&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try. Drink 6 cups of pepsi. In addition,1 pan pizza of your very own plus 2 chicken wings. Now, hunch your back with your bag on and walk like that the whole day. That's was hw she felt.&lt;br /&gt;Sr? As usual, her laughter attracted people's attention.&lt;br /&gt;And i was sitting INFRONT of her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm practically in the DANGER zone.&lt;br /&gt;You've might not have tried before, but she'll be the driest and you'll be the wettest.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was lucky enough to escape that for today.&lt;br /&gt;YuHui and I just entertained and be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;Walked more and searched for Zhihui's present.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! It's a Doreamon Pillow. GOODLUCK Zhihui!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention she's lucky enough that she wont have to bring that thing around Jurong point.&lt;br /&gt;It's the ultimate embarrasment.&lt;br /&gt;A week ago or so, this bunch of girls presented me the ultimate, memorable gift.&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;Bolster.&lt;br /&gt;Career Fair was on that same day and I was like a dumb kid hugging her bolster.&lt;br /&gt;My very habit is that i tend to hug  on the things i hold on my hands. Well, provided it's hugg-able. (:&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, i had to meet mum that day at Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;There was one junior beside who said to his friend:" Aiyo. So Big already still carry bolster around."&lt;br /&gt;There was another who had similar comments.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, mum made a comment in a joking manner," Give me the names of the people who gave you this present!"&lt;br /&gt;It's a fun and memorable week with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to treasure every precious moment you have with them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Not forget to 'THANK' kel and dean for that memorable meetup aye.&lt;br /&gt;'THANK YOU VERY MUCH.' ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1622520837078639903?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1622520837078639903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1622520837078639903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1622520837078639903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1622520837078639903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/09/pizza-hut-hunt_24.html' title='Pizza Hut Hunt.!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-3521809465224960892</id><published>2008-09-23T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News. World.'/><title type='text'>News News News!</title><content type='html'>I turned off my mugging mode for a moment, just to give myself a short little break.&lt;br /&gt;Comeon' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics Kill&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thermal Transfer of Heat is the deadly killer.&lt;/span&gt; And that's the next chapter I have to handle.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the times the trainee teacher taught us this chapter.&lt;br /&gt;Disastrous.Perhaps we were too stringent of her. I mean, she's a trainee after all.&lt;br /&gt;But the aftereffect is... okay... not that good.&lt;br /&gt;Go on. Go ask a few in my class and you'll understand how reluctant they are to even start on this chapter. For me, I'll skip this as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;Despite knowing how much it costs me for not touching that chapter and it being always in Section B of Paper Two, I'll still skip it.&lt;br /&gt;There goes a saying"Leopard never changes its spots."&lt;br /&gt;Guess 'leopard does changes it's spot' cause I'm going to do that chapter after i finish my blogging here.Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,my default homepage is yahoo. You know, they like to place the new information on the front page and stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I totally need that.&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to the World right now?&lt;br /&gt;It's in such a mess.Totally.&lt;br /&gt;There was this article about a woman in San Francisco who had to extend her jail term because the supreme court reviewed her case and felt that her initial stated jail term of four years was too short.&lt;br /&gt;This is the most amazing part: She got jailed because of her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That dog mauled her neighbour ending up with 70 over bites.&lt;br /&gt;I was flabbergasted!&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is certainly a two-sided thing . But the article mentioned parts about dogs being held at a higher regard than humans.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't see anything wrong in here if you don't kill humans because you think that they are inferior.&lt;br /&gt;For me, I personally feel that we should respect all the living kind on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Be it Dog or human.&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, we are all part of this world.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own religion ,philosophy and many, yet, to live in harmony, it's so difficult due to the different aspects of beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard question.&lt;br /&gt;At times, we're like always contradicting ourselves by picking up  various skills when  these skills teach us to ask when in doubt or we have to live in harmony where everyone have to have a global perspective, exploratory in outlook... ...&lt;br /&gt;Yet, how many actually do? How many actually live in harmony?&lt;br /&gt;How do you define harmony?&lt;br /&gt;By means of harmony, do you mean just staying side by side to one another and have a ' we mind our own business' attitude?&lt;br /&gt;Well if that is, then let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I would find those countries who openly voice their opinions disregard of their social status of the concerning matter they want to raise more ' living in harmony'.&lt;br /&gt;Look, in Singapore, you dont find that much though. Speaker corners with no speakers.&lt;br /&gt;It's more of a technologised world, maybe those corners arent that useful for the modern day like now, so I really would like to commend on our government efforts to bring it thus far,opening up the internet as an option for people to voice their opinions is a rather wise choice.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, on the news the other day, they just reported how much of this option being barely used.&lt;br /&gt;So, i've come to my point, people like me prefer our blogs and own forums better.&lt;br /&gt;So many people in Singapore are using the net to check so many stuffs,people like my mum who check the condominium forum for the new updates everyday? There is more.&lt;br /&gt;It's still a question though. A hard question to solve.&lt;br /&gt;Laughs. It's more than just a mathematician standing a the gambling table to measure out the probability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-3521809465224960892?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3521809465224960892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=3521809465224960892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/3521809465224960892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/3521809465224960892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/09/news-news-news_23.html' title='News News News!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1460285876023970780</id><published>2008-09-22T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I did two essays(exclamation mark)'/><title type='text'>Hospitals!</title><content type='html'>Back from hospital!&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't in school since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've cleared my doctor appointments, meaning I won't have to see them until December.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. After 'O's. ain't that great?&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I feel it is.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bore and tiring to see doctors. Especially when you have to do this and that. Yeah. You know.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT for doctors. huh. How fun can it get. I mean... ... How fun. As in .......okay. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no idea what I've missed today.&lt;br /&gt;Wait till tomorrow. laughs.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a blind mice. LOST.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Even though i didn't go school, i managed to force myself to write 2 essays for Ms Tang to mark.&lt;br /&gt;Woah. I actually did that.&lt;br /&gt;Take it as something to makeup for not going to school.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like i want to see the doctors. ;D&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah. I downloaded the firefox version. It's quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;Except that i have to familiarize with the buttons.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird with it all over the place, but it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;What it does is F.A.S.T.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want slow syndrome. NONO.&lt;br /&gt;No WeiJian! -Sorry ;p laughs. -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1460285876023970780?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1460285876023970780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1460285876023970780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1460285876023970780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1460285876023970780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/09/hospitals_22.html' title='Hospitals!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-7859768133356559848</id><published>2008-09-17T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SNEPCVapGhI/AAAAAAAAADw/Dybl5AcwLog/s1600-h/exams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246991573646383634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SNEPCVapGhI/AAAAAAAAADw/Dybl5AcwLog/s320/exams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Some say it's a challenge to yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SNEPCtSQULI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BKcl6mAr7j4/s1600-h/exams2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246991580053655730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SNEPCtSQULI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BKcl6mAr7j4/s320/exams2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope I'll be like this for the next few weeks ;D&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Comeon' Exam fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prelims ended and results taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously, so disappointed with my SS and E.Geog. English ( At first =/, i didnt fail this though. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I failed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's wrong with me? Cant I write any faster.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shit! Slow syndrome!. I Dont want it. Shooooooooooo!9 marks blank!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And! Cock-eye syndrome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*bangs on the wall*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didnt even see the SS venice question until the teacher said stop and put your pens down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart sank. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is call: Professional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so totally prepared for the essay question on Venice since I know my source-based aint that great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I empty-mindedly did on globalisation, which I prepared nothing but only a few mintues before the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I suck at source-based, that's why essay is my saviour. Bascially to know how bad i am in my source-based just look at the marks. -duh!- ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But well, i scored higher on something that I prepared last mintue than something i've always been practising on for all this while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And! prelims is there only to let me find that it aint my saviour due to my carelessness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No. Perhaps it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wait. I should just go find Ms tang and seekfor help for my source-based. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E Geog. It's Even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Setto doesnt want to give me marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Effectiveness of river protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hur. I wrote gabions and stuffs. Guess. It 0 marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wrote 1 full page. Okay. so it's not about quantity but it's quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besides, she wrote," What is Gabion?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I.was.stuned. Comeon. check the textbook, it's in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's like what they always say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So... ... I have to explain what is gabion before I can continue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I so learnt my lesson.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is never going to happen another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;English.... hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i got to know my marks, i was disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet, when I heard Mr Lam say the marks, I didnt feel that bad already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, our class together didnt do too well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and many failed, so... ...  look on the bright side people. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since i didnt, I am to be disappointed but not in front of them.Some already feel bad enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheer up and look forward. The O level &lt;strong&gt;SHOULD&lt;/strong&gt; be and &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; be better (; Smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since Ikindof found my motivation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will work towards it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know it's a very difficult path. But i dont care, I still want to try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At least I knewi tried. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SNEPC0gohQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/T2WgufRPrVY/s1600-h/Move.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246991581993010434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SNEPC0gohQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/T2WgufRPrVY/s320/Move.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So random. But suddenly feel like dancing.!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DANCE. i wanna dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-7859768133356559848?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7859768133356559848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=7859768133356559848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7859768133356559848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7859768133356559848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/09/exams_17.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SNEPCVapGhI/AAAAAAAAADw/Dybl5AcwLog/s72-c/exams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-395728417569252900</id><published>2008-09-14T23:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long road'/><title type='text'>Long Long Way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SM0xgB9HvJI/AAAAAAAAADo/M3BmgQeDrjg/s1600-h/long+way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245903567306865810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SM0xgB9HvJI/AAAAAAAAADo/M3BmgQeDrjg/s320/long+way.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I've A Long Long Way to go.Wake up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's Lantern Festival!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you want, then Mooncake festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And tomorrow's school. The dreaded day!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sorta found my motivation. And i'm seeing it everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm contented. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: 2px dashed; BORDER-TOP: 2px dashed; BORDER-LEFT: 2px dashed; BORDER-BOTTOM: 2px dashed"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Bring It On; Natural Vegetation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Equatorial Rainforest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Monsoon Forest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Smile Always (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-395728417569252900?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/395728417569252900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=395728417569252900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/395728417569252900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/395728417569252900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-long-way_14.html' title='Long Long Way...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SM0xgB9HvJI/AAAAAAAAADo/M3BmgQeDrjg/s72-c/long+way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1255388525231451244</id><published>2008-09-06T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day~</title><content type='html'>Some Random Picture First! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SMKOSS9CnxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kY3oY3die9s/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242909361189330706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SMKOSS9CnxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kY3oY3die9s/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean wrote this.! It's blurry!It's sweet but yeah. What else can your friend say anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SMKM7F_HG-I/AAAAAAAAADI/beAq0s6UHm0/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242907863059733474" style="CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SMKM7F_HG-I/AAAAAAAAADI/beAq0s6UHm0/s320/Image076.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orange bed! -loves!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Daim's Week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally addicted to Ikea. Daims and the new furniture I saw today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not mine now. But it'll be, for the furniture. *laughs hysterically*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, finally, i got out of my study mode and accompanied mum and dad, with my brother, to IFC.( International Furtniture Mall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please tell me I'm wrong, but i think they are pretty excited about the move-over to the new apartment next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i dont see any harm in it though. The thing is that I benefit. *laughs hysterically-again-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more 3 storeys to walk around. No more ups and downs around the house. Never! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what comes about is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You have a shopping mall beneath your house. ( It's great!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You can get to popular anything you want, even before the day of exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You can go swimming anytime you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Gym? yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. And the house is SMALL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know people always dream about big, huge houses where you can have anything and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimming pool to  pool room. Yeah it sounds great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it doesnt when you have to do all the housework and stuffs.Trust me, you won't like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's if  you donnt have a maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family doesnt like to have a maid. It kind of like invasion of privacy(?). yupp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, small houses are my kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I get to choose, I'll choose central area. It's not that i get to go shopping and all but i like the environment. Not the noisy ones, but the calm ones. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today,we walked around a few furniture malls and I have to say that it's nice taking a walk with your family once in awhile. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the orange bed and i was shrieking in joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you dont understand the picture above, then lemme explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The table at the far back is actually a movable table and you can just bring it all the way to the bed in front of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad says my room will be full of custom-made stuffs. And I'm happy. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can you do? I'm used to big bedrooms and i like to dump stuffs around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toys, books. everything. And i like to decorate with my drawings. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it means that my new room has to have furniture that has save-space concept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not, i doubt i'm able to place all my things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, i'm totally into biology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After what Mrs Ng said about the expectations of our class and each of us carrying a high percentage and what not, it kind of freaked some of us out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine, since you are holding a high percentage in the class of 23 or so, and if your grades arent well, you'll be the one pulling everyone down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, I think we shouldnt be studying beacuse of that huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But! It just rings in my mind when ever i think of biology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. This sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School. exams. O level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first time i actually got so into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First. i mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, prelims' continuing next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you ask me whether i'm excited i'll say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think many will forget since the exams got them crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly, the results will be out before my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How great. An early birthay present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shant whine further. Maybe I should just hope my results will be a great birthday present huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That should be enough. laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's still something to be excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avril Lavigne Concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad bought me the tickets. $135! 0.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's like tommorow? Gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Coming~ XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1255388525231451244?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1255388525231451244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1255388525231451244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1255388525231451244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1255388525231451244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-day_06.html' title='What a Day~'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SMKOSS9CnxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kY3oY3die9s/s72-c/Image071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2298626575393252272</id><published>2008-08-12T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School. yeah.</title><content type='html'>Tense. Intensified. Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to conccentrate with everyone suppressing their fear of their Chinese O level results.&lt;br /&gt;So, I didnt conentrate well today, or say,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;wasnt listening at all. Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lessons are... like what 've said earlier.&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing worsen when Ms Tang brought up the " we're gonna take our results' mood.&lt;br /&gt;She totally did. The class was in absolute silence,at least for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;I wonderghow the higher mother tongue studentsfelt seeing us take our results.&lt;br /&gt;To me, i already had in mind it's should be a B3. Consider the fact that the oral question wasnt easy for me, especially that particular one i did.&lt;br /&gt;Fancy saying that recent topics won't be out. I got tricked uh! So i wasnt prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;And Shirui? She was saying how difficult it was , then she repeated what she said to the examiner to us.She call that difficult when what she said was like something she expected.&lt;br /&gt;Can she like feel how is it like for the others?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, people nowadays just say this and this,yet never true to what they said.&lt;br /&gt;At least for her.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i got over with it since that's how she is. Everytime, not just once.&lt;br /&gt;That's why i dread talking about exams with her. Well, i try my best not to.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, i got a B3. Wasnt suprising to me. I was expecting that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, i felt emotions being suppresed within me after i got my results.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying my very best not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it wasnt because of my results. I seriously knew it.&lt;br /&gt;It was because Mdm Taysaid " 开心了哦."&lt;br /&gt;For that moment, I shun away from her eyes and walked away as soon as I know my results.&lt;br /&gt;I know compared to the others who got usually got distinctions, my chinese isnt there.&lt;br /&gt;But i know i could at the very least get a A2 right?&lt;br /&gt;She was in satisfactory of a B3 for me. I'm  utterly upset with her.&lt;br /&gt;Also, partially it wasnt up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;So it's alright. At least I've another chance. This has taught me to pick myself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look i bold this " I'M ALRIGHT!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;If not, later this personwill say he didnt see carefully and ask me whether i'm alright, this and that.==&lt;br /&gt;So. Althought i'm alright, i'm not alright with the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Even it takes me to retake my exams and whatsoever, I will do all her assigned work for my own sake, not cause she asked to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Hear this?&lt;br /&gt;okay. I'm trying my best to remain my calmness.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. coooooool.&lt;br /&gt;extinguish!&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ignore the fact that she's the one teaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2298626575393252272?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2298626575393252272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2298626575393252272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2298626575393252272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2298626575393252272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-yeah_12.html' title='School. yeah.'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-7818346589252536580</id><published>2008-08-10T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games'/><title type='text'>The Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2 days after olympics opening ceromony&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone feel the intensified mood of the althetes yet?&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe if you dont follow the games closely, you wont.&lt;br /&gt;But for me, i could say that i'm suitably impressed with the results of the althetes and the spectacular display for the opening ceromony whether is it visually or emotionally.(visually as for us. and emotionally as for the performers)&lt;br /&gt;What was disappointing to me was that the performers that did the routine, when each indiviual countries were called upon, didnt quite persist on their energy level.&lt;br /&gt;It kind of faded until China was called.&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm not trying to put any kind of statement here ,but that was just my opinion of them.&lt;br /&gt;Since they're performing for such a grand occassion,focused by people from all over the world , I thought that wasnt the kind of standard it should have or so.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes set upon the gymnastics portion instead of the one that most would be noticing, Table Tennis.&lt;br /&gt;Well, perhaps it's affinity?&lt;br /&gt;The moment when I switch over to channel 601, it was just there, how could i resist it when they were performing or rather competing so beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;Or could it be that i was nearly like one of them?&lt;br /&gt;I was in my primary school where wehada short period where our physcial education period was converted to a gymnastics class.&lt;br /&gt;primary 2 i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I remember it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;They did some selection after a few rounds of lessons or trials- this may be more appropriate as it could possibly be what they're eyeing for-.&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, i was one of them. A Gymnastic school? And I get to skip lessons in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;For a kid as young as 8 years old, perhaps it could be both good and bad news for her.&lt;br /&gt;Shegets to try something new yet she didnt get to see her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got away from it since i misplacedthe important document that was supposed to be given to them. So in the end, i didnt even turn up for a single lesson.&lt;br /&gt;But well, on the bright side, i wouldnt havehugemuscles and broad shoulders like them, or I may not even be in jurong secondary school today now, with so much memories that i wouldnt want to miss out on.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;China's leading and should anyone have any doubt about that?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you did have, but i saw that coming.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the men preliminaries. I thought i liked the guy from japan. He really stunned me when he was on the Pommel Horse.&lt;br /&gt;Suchcleanmovements! Moreover, his single leg work are very distinct. You could see so clearly that his legs are higher than 90 degrees unlike some who were brushing near the pommel horse, well, they didnt do too well obviously.Nevertheless, he did a terrible mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Losing his momentum, it's difficult to score well .&lt;br /&gt;Oh! There was another! From china i think?&lt;br /&gt;I fare pretty well on the parallel bars.&lt;br /&gt;16.125 was his score if i remember correctly, maybe higher.&lt;br /&gt;Well, did have mistakes so obvious that a - i dont know anything about this at first- know that he did one.&lt;br /&gt;But his routine was stunningly amazing. Now, i didnt regret putting my books aside for awhile to watch the games. It's worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Disappointments here and there, but you never know whether it's the the pushing factor for you huh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I going to catch my next round of gymnastics on the television. Oh! The tennis as well.&lt;br /&gt;Why golf isnt counted!?&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me. ==&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Got to go! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-7818346589252536580?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7818346589252536580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=7818346589252536580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7818346589252536580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7818346589252536580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/08/games_10.html' title='The Games'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2268602014748648257</id><published>2008-08-10T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National day?'/><title type='text'>Nations Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. The birthday greetings came late, but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;This year, there wasnt much of a "SG birthday' mood/atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Who's the culprit uh?&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;The school decided not to celebrate our nations' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe they thought they did.&lt;br /&gt;By means of celebration meant that selected uniform group students brought the nation's flag marching out. end.&lt;br /&gt;If they call that a celebration, then tell me, how do you weigh the importance of the nation's birthday with a scouts' or girl guide day?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if offended anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that scouts/girl guides day is not important.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that every year, you can witness how they school celebrates the nation's birthday right?&lt;br /&gt;At least a whole uniform group unit march of some sort? Yet there wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;If the school has their reasons for doing so, then i hope they really do explain clearly cause i feel that many students are in a whirl and unhappy. well at least thats what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;I mean. look. asap? until 4pm. who wouldnt complain? ==&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. It's over. I shan't dampen the mood any further.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's a nice place to stay in, but i prefer australia.&lt;br /&gt;US? i wouldnt mind either.&lt;br /&gt;And my goal of being a vet and going to australia. huh. I'm killing two birds with a stone yea?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;My goal wouldnt change. At least for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Even if i change my mind of being a vet, i still stand firmly on going to australia or US.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt mind the 'broken hole' laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, maybe Venice would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;Slow pace of life. I simply adore that.&lt;br /&gt;Things would be mundane, but hey, you can take all things slowly at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Like who will rush you, like people do to Weijian.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life, that's my ultimate goal.&lt;br /&gt;Similar to my oral topic given for my prelims.&lt;br /&gt;Why should we be too stressed up with so much things? We should take a small breaths in between.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimaltely, with such a short life span compared to organisms like turtles where their life span is measured as long as decades or centuries, we live to die.&lt;br /&gt;Some may say that that is a sadistic way of thinking, but to me, it could be a way or encouraging oneself.&lt;br /&gt;If we huamn live to die, then shouldnt we make our lives as interesting as possible?&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill what we want and die with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;The worst is with regrets. I hope i dont.&lt;br /&gt;Yet an irony, we know in this realistic world, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;We may not feel the full swing of this complex world, but we're getting there.&lt;br /&gt;As teenagers, in comparison to our kiddy life, in comparison to our primary school life, how much have changed?&lt;br /&gt;In terms of friends and the likes and dislikes?&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to vary and at times, you just may not feel like your old self.&lt;br /&gt;Your old self as in the innocent and fun-loving kid you were once.&lt;br /&gt;People change as time passes by and it's also very hard to see through them.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, i should just shut this first and get my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm knackered! =/&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Sweet dreams (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2268602014748648257?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2268602014748648257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2268602014748648257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2268602014748648257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2268602014748648257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/08/nations-birthday_10.html' title='Nations Birthday!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2728154518629757383</id><published>2008-08-10T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>Like I've promised. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3years ago...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl was given a choice that she didnt choose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That girl didnt give up and persisted on what she wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She got what she wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she want to thank her friends who helped her and kept her going all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without her friends and family, she would be a hollow shell without the pearl ,of no value.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2years ago...&amp;amp; 1year ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was dancing with her dancemates and seniors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharing&amp;amp;treasuring every moment she has, trying to make the best out of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps it may not turn out to be what she wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps it may be just a dream come true at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There, came the batch of seniors who stepped down, and there went her being the co-welfare coordinator.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There came the SYF dance practices, and there went the SYF dance performance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone was in disappoinment. So was her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That wasnt what she wanted, so were they. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or... 'Is it that we set the goals too high?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or... 'Is it that the judges were biased?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or... 'Is it that we didnt do well enough? But... I knew we did!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe that's just to console oneself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps that was just to make her feel better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if that was to console herself...then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Why did we get invited to the SYF opening ceromony?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Why did we get invited to perform for Ballet Under The Stars?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Why did we get represent Singapore to perform for the Suadi Arabia Scholars for their welcoming dinner &amp;amp; many many more...?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well... I didnt know how to answer her. Perhaps she was right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There came another batch of seniors who stepped down, and there went her being the Chairman of dance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She stood with her dancemates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They saw many differences.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was her most important year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She knew she was knackered y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;et she knew she had to hang in there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times the paintings she had in mind hanged askew on the piece of wall that was brushed white and e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;veryone was there to adjust the painting back in place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wants to thank every single one of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She meant it. Or rather, she means it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not long later, like her seniors, she stepped down with her batchmates and a new batch of commitee is formed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, she realised she adores her time with them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She adores the time she gets to perform on stage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She realised how difficult it is for her to hold back her tears when she knew that her friend cried because her batch is stepping down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet she did hold it back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She realised it was also hard for her to come to senses that her usual tuesday and friday cca routine ends and is overtaken by her school curiculum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was difficult for her as well to not think of dance on tuesdays and fridays but studies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She knew she had to overcome it somehow and she's trying her very best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To her, dance is therapeutic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here leaves her thanks to many many people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teachers, friends and family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2728154518629757383?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2728154518629757383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2728154518629757383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2728154518629757383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2728154518629757383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/08/dance_10.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-4683923040232427548</id><published>2008-08-02T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whuuta day~</title><content type='html'>Today was...&lt;br /&gt;Fun in a way that i we had our "name" hand-madeeeeeeed?&lt;br /&gt;laughs.Such irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Specially made by me!HuiRong and Kaien&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! We rock! =x&lt;br /&gt;Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Im going golfing with dad and brother tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And i'll look like an idiot with that long-lost friend- if your're wondering, its the the golf club - that i didnt touch for years.&lt;br /&gt;laugh at me! =/&lt;br /&gt;no. i'm laughing at myself! hahahahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so darn an idiot now. rahhhH!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm trying to make myself feel a little better. What's the harm anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around are like!?!&lt;br /&gt;How many did we see at the taman jurong greens? Four? Five? I suppose! Idk!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Maybe it's time to get used to it. Perhaps I'll see it more often in future.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. I hate this. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Laptop is back!&lt;br /&gt;In good working condition~&lt;br /&gt;i've downloaded the private server!&lt;br /&gt;OK fine. not meeee!&lt;br /&gt;and dad did it personally for me?! hahahhh! It's lame, i dont deny.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's my way of relaxing. hohoho. It makes treasure my time with it since school's rather hectic. okay. mundane it may get.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Life still have to go on. oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my precious sleeping hours.&lt;br /&gt;Ohman. LIke how many days in a week do i get to sleep well. NONE.&lt;br /&gt;even weekends.&lt;br /&gt;i may sleep at 2am and wake up automatically at 8am!&lt;br /&gt;Wth is wrong with me!. i wantmy sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Now myfriends are saying my mum look young.&lt;br /&gt;And what's with her claiming me old,resulting in the fact that people think she's young!&lt;br /&gt;?!!#%&lt;br /&gt;lol.?&lt;br /&gt;hahahh!&lt;br /&gt;No lurh. Mother i believe you did a good job in keeping your skin smooth and supple. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- i hope so- =x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she's funny. She think she is.&lt;br /&gt;i think we are. Let's say i'm not in the best condition todat. I'm mad! =/&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-4683923040232427548?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/4683923040232427548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=4683923040232427548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4683923040232427548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/4683923040232427548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/08/whuuta-day_02.html' title='Whuuta day~'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1868673406858886528</id><published>2008-07-23T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad&apos;s back'/><title type='text'>Dad's coming back!</title><content type='html'>Dad's coming back! oh so excited I am!&lt;br /&gt;I've food. ! Chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;I've new memory card.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly. i have my dad to drive to me school from now on again.&lt;br /&gt;I so miss that! =/&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to leave for Changi Airport!&lt;br /&gt;Ohya. On a note, yesterday, we announced the new dance commitee already. finally!&lt;br /&gt;shall update on more later! bye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1868673406858886528?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1868673406858886528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1868673406858886528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1868673406858886528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1868673406858886528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/07/dad-coming-back.html' title='Dad&amp;#39;s coming back!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-993151121671358632</id><published>2008-07-19T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goats'/><title type='text'>Let's talk about goats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHhuzWnHRI/AAAAAAAAACg/OzZyQJfsE_k/s1600-h/goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224705236901764370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHhuzWnHRI/AAAAAAAAACg/OzZyQJfsE_k/s320/goat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's talk about goats today. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Domestic Goats:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, domestic goats are a subspecies of a wild goat Southeast Asia as well as the Eastern Europe- if i remember correctly-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, they are cateogorised into a few breeds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.Feral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.Fibre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.Dairy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.Skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.Meat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.Companion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are similar to cats. Intelligence and curiosity somewhat makes them unique.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen goats that can climb in precarious places? ( watch discovery channel!) -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;That makes them intelligent. With any wrong move made, it'll defintely bring pain, in worst cases, a painful death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i know that goats are clever beings. They have Soooo many different species! Living beings are wonders! It just inspire me further. Nevertheless, despite them being clever and such, &lt;em&gt;i dont see this in the special one we see&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Thus, not all goats are clever&lt;/em&gt;. Just like human, there's always a line drawn between &lt;em&gt;wise&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;not so wise&lt;/em&gt;. So, i dont blame goats that are not &lt;em&gt;wise,&lt;/em&gt; they just need people to teach them thats all.Goats. &lt;em&gt;so cute!&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/15250697-993151121671358632?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/993151121671358632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=993151121671358632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/993151121671358632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/993151121671358632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-talk-about-goats.html' title='Let&amp;#39;s talk about goats'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHhuzWnHRI/AAAAAAAAACg/OzZyQJfsE_k/s72-c/goat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5863311280145365162</id><published>2008-07-19T12:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lcd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaders&apos; Commencement Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25th Student Council'/><title type='text'>Times together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHlKfHoqGI/AAAAAAAAACw/WYU-0Pqbmgw/s1600-h/20071219211033_timeless%2520state.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224709011041462370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHlKfHoqGI/AAAAAAAAACw/WYU-0Pqbmgw/s320/20071219211033_timeless%2520state.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; " Meanings, moods, the whole scale of our inner experience finds in nature the "correspondence" through which we may know out boundless selves"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-start-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just a ne coordinator of my class when i was in sec 1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just a welfare coordinator of my class when i was in sec 2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a councillor by the end of sec 2 year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first camp as a councillor- Sec 1 induction camp 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, I got my one and only junior badge. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first job, Sec 1 registration where i counted loads of money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, i got my one and only tie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved my holidays. With only a few of us and always that few who came back to do ushering.- Bursary Award ushering and many etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times the few- new- of us went to nacli camp with the sec 2s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times we sat down together during the nacli thanking the -whoever- for giving us the food! -lol-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times we sat down and gossiped abit, laughed about. and laugh at my dumbness&amp;amp;slowness.! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times we chatted over msn to discuss about the nacli proposal- old folks home, which we never did carry out =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed slc last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got my senior badge but our coords talked to us who didnt go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times we discussed how are we going to get our senior badge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times we stood up on stage, bowing to the school population beacuse we're stepping up as 25th SC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times me clare and was marking attendance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times clare and me was taking down mintues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times clare and me sat down to discuss about proposals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times we went for camps. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times the first camp that 25th organised- Sec 1 induction camp 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss the times we sat down as a batch discussing how the hell are we going to solve the problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the times when i ... many many things..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT! i dont miss the times when izwan and limying tricked me about the meeting for the proposal. i abhore it totally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- laughs. i only just remembered it when i reminsice the past-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-end-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaders' Commencement Day's over.&lt;br /&gt;It just felt like secondary school life is going to end in a snap.&lt;br /&gt;The moment i stood up on the stage, bowing to the school population, walking down the stairs, there was a moment of loss. I don't know why, but i just had that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard juggling with Student Council and dance together, seriously,they were equally important at times, but there was still a decision to be made.&lt;br /&gt;When one was more important than the other,when one can make up for another, I dont feel comfortable leaving all those things behind for clare to settle all alone, neither do i feel comfortable leaving everything behind for Hui rong to settle. A sense of guilt? I know i shouldn't feel that. Yeah. Most importantly, Stand Strong!&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, everyone did well. 25th Student council rocks ya?!&lt;br /&gt;Only to think that all those things we did everyday were a mundane, and the next moment, I'm wearing the badge instead of the tie.&lt;br /&gt;I kindof miss the times in camps, running around, contacting people, " ma'am nichole, i'm falling out" " ma'am nichole, I'm falling in", taking the attendance, taking down mintues etc.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, we're going back as senior. yeah. It's cool. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our sucessor: Shannon &amp;amp; Jing Rui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that you guys will shine!. Ohya! On a note, the secretary file's a gold mine! trust me. Clare and me didnt realise it at first. It's invaluble.Priceless. Treasure it!&lt;br /&gt;With Shannon leaving Singapore, it will be rather hard for jing rui. 2in1.haha!&lt;br /&gt;It's saddening that Shannon just got her post and the next moment, she's leaving. It felt like, our baby has grown up and flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the best of everything you can be despite you not being in Jurong. Don't forget that you'll always be 26th SC's secretary. Shine! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th went through lots of hurdles. Where i feel that we can do things differently, but with consensus. Make sure the opposite party get our message, only then, carrying out things differently wont be wrong isn't it.? Maybe you wont agree. But well.&lt;br /&gt;Once a 25th, always 25th! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5863311280145365162?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5863311280145365162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5863311280145365162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5863311280145365162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5863311280145365162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/07/times-together_19.html' title='Times together'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHlKfHoqGI/AAAAAAAAACw/WYU-0Pqbmgw/s72-c/20071219211033_timeless%2520state.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-533311550368856050</id><published>2008-07-15T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Council'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lcd'/><title type='text'>Infomation</title><content type='html'>25th SC!&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to passby or anything, good!&lt;br /&gt;Reminder that tomorrow, Wednesday 16th July, there'll be a lcd rehearsal at the pulse studio.&lt;br /&gt;At 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. okay i repeat uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: Leaders' Commencement Day rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Pulse Studio&lt;br /&gt;Time: 3pm&lt;br /&gt;Duration: No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( If any of you guys cannot attend please inform secretaries, Me/Clarissa about it. Thanks~ (: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-533311550368856050?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/533311550368856050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=533311550368856050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/533311550368856050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/533311550368856050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/07/infomation_15.html' title='Infomation'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1524074937215020414</id><published>2008-07-15T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Of Night Series'/><title type='text'>Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHmfZGl3MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kkGrUoqayDo/s1600-h/bdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224710469715352770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHmfZGl3MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kkGrUoqayDo/s320/bdcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Breaking Dawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm dying for BOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;IN a single year i miraculously read like 6 THICK books.!&lt;br /&gt;Talk about achievements, this is one huge one, i think.&lt;br /&gt;They were serioulsy addictive. In April, i bought the twilight series: Twilight, New Moon And Eclipse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I LEFT THE LAST BOOK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHHHHH! THE LAST BOOK. COULD YOU &lt;em&gt;FREAKING&lt;/em&gt; COME RELEASE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stephanie Meyer's New book: Breaking Dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I already placed orders over the net!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -Screams!-&lt;br /&gt;Also! She's writing another book called Midnight Sun. It's has the same storyline as Twilight, just that it's in the perspective of &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The one in the making of move: Twilight isnt that good-looking i thought.&lt;br /&gt;Laughs. I imagine him to be even better than that. And isnt Bella an albino? However, in the movie, she isnt. Oh. Well.. Where to find one albino to cast the movie?! it'll be funny though.&lt;br /&gt;Then came House Of Night Series: Marked, Betrayed and the third book, Chosen. By Pc Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untamed!&lt;/strong&gt; ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;IT's only releasing in like September 23rd? I'm a vampire novel-phile~ laughs&lt;br /&gt;If you guys know any more vamp novel please please~ tell me! thanks! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1524074937215020414?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1524074937215020414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1524074937215020414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1524074937215020414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1524074937215020414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/07/books_15.html' title='Books!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHmfZGl3MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kkGrUoqayDo/s72-c/bdcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8473787156043670197</id><published>2008-07-12T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JSS Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'>Once in a lifetime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224711209145144818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="265" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHnKbsZFfI/AAAAAAAAADA/pxAXvoGN8xU/s320/wss-0545.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'i feel pretty, oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and bright~ And i pity any girl who isnt me tonight~' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps once in a lifetime,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get to do a musical.&lt;br /&gt;You get to do a school's musical.&lt;br /&gt;You get to act on stage.&lt;br /&gt;You get to do the extrems.&lt;br /&gt;You get to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;You get to jump on a guy's back.&lt;br /&gt;You get to do an hour show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get to learn so much stuffs from so many pros for one a period of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get to go..' i'm so pretty, oh so pretty'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get to act so ... bimbo(but i wouldnt like to be called that)- and i'm not blonde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get to have SO MANy friends to sms you and thank you for the show and all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You get to have SO MANY friends to sms you to congrat you for the sucess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and get to... (there're so much things)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over and yeah, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Everything. No more dance, no more musical.&lt;br /&gt;Up next, it's Leaders' Commencement Day and announcing of dance posts.&lt;br /&gt;Woo-lah. O monster will be right before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANY HOURS AGO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I played as sarah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I jumped about and complained about my nails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did things that i never thought i would do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I jumped on Shawn's back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sang 'i'm feel pretty, oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and bright'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shaked hands with the Director- General of Education.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hugged Fanny and Stephanie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I presented a bouqet of flowers to Fanny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Huh?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" He grabbed me!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Min! PLease! You're giving me a headache!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Yes! i cant be here! All this dust is ruining my clothes and my hair!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Erm hello? What are these for?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Ready for what?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Start? Start what?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Special~?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WITH PLANTS!?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gee! That was alot of hard work! And LOOK! My nails are ruined!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" And i think i'm going to faint~"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" James~! PLease! Oh! kai. I didnt know your parents were from JSS. My mum was in class of '77"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hot! In every sense of word, how do they do it without any complaints?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Whats happening?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I still cant believe they actually walked from the old premises all the way to the new premises at Yuan Ching road! INcredible!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We must be in the 80s!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh i know one of the songs! 'i feel pretty, oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and bright~ And i pity any girl who isnt me tonight~'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joseph and the amazing techni-color Dreamcoat!"&lt;br /&gt;" Wet! Wet! It's Raining! AHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;" This is pretty severe! Everything's wet!"&lt;br /&gt;" Wow! That was quite an adventure!"&lt;br /&gt;" I admire the pioneers who worked so hard and remain such loyal and industrious people. What they have done is really out of their sincerity and love for JSS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MANY HOURS AGO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The show ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the applause. It was so clear and that was the loudest and longest applause I've heard for my whole time dancing dances in school and acting in this musical.&lt;br /&gt;Even until the end of the show, i didnt realised how worthwhile this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was my next destination after the long hours of rehearsals shows and a short break at home.&lt;br /&gt;Physics lesson was as early as 8. I had butterflies in my stomach, as much as before the show start.&lt;br /&gt;The clear reason was &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; classmate had a classmate acting on stage last night as a "bimbo" -thats what they call. - that was me, and i dont think sarah's a bimbo. anyway~&lt;br /&gt;They were talking about how sucky the musical was.&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, i had the urge. To cry.&lt;br /&gt;Well i didnt of course, but tears did well up. It felt like acid slowly being injected to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;When they were talking about that,&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering how much effort we have put in.&lt;br /&gt;How much hopes we have put into it.&lt;br /&gt;How reluctant and unhappy i was about this musical and changed my mind for the better only when to recieve such comments.&lt;br /&gt;How much time we have placed in it, skipping lessons and all.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, the &lt;strong&gt;last performance i'm ever putting up for JSS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts loads.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got over with it.- i hope so! haha&lt;br /&gt;I have heard applause, i've so many friend congratulated me and told me i did a good job.!&lt;br /&gt;And hey! Whats' more better than that compare to a small minority who can talk and not do it out?&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We've all done well! Mangala! Shawn! Marlyna! Constance! Anjelica! Chorus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Modern dance! Malay Dance! Indian Dance! Media Works! Media Club! Crew! NPCC! NCC! Choir! Red Cross! Band! Teachers! Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also meant that I wont be dancing anymore in school.&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of times that i was dancing.&lt;br /&gt;YMCA. Chinese New Year. SYF! Ballet under the Stars! Performace for Suadi Arabians. Performace at Taman Jurong CC. Performace at WestMall. 45th dinner. many many more.&lt;br /&gt;i shall bring this up in the next post perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Memories are the best things that are being given to us - if that's memories we want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. there are that i dont too.&lt;br /&gt;They are my struggles for things that i never tried, and dumbfound.&lt;br /&gt;I've come so far, grown so much. Maybe one day, I'll have it my own. Doing it independently! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;I really want to thanks those who sms me or congratulated me on that night/ next day.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing me Jiayou on days of rehearsals, motivated me. Well, i think those people i always hear are Nurul and Lovell, really. That kept me going. Thanks everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;And oh! When people say that he's slow, maybe he isnt that slow after all compared to those who congratulated me the next day. Well, that is Ang Wei Jian! His congrats came in at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;HE WOKE ME UP!&lt;br /&gt;haha, I didnt expect him to send it, but it really warmed my heart the moment i saw. The impression was so deep that it left me tugged in my blankets with warmth.&lt;br /&gt;As a performer, it feels great with such thanks. As much as a small one. I keeps us going.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone. Even if you liked the musical or not, as long as you came, spent your time with us, saw us and gave us a chance to present to you the JSS Journey, I thank you. really! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8473787156043670197?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8473787156043670197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8473787156043670197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8473787156043670197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8473787156043670197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/07/once-in-lifetime_12.html' title='Once in a lifetime!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SIHnKbsZFfI/AAAAAAAAADA/pxAXvoGN8xU/s72-c/wss-0545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5783339648644731860</id><published>2008-06-23T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INformation'/><title type='text'>INfomation</title><content type='html'>Today's infomation day!&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;25thSC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Tmr's Phototaking session would be at 1:40pm to roughly about 2pm. Please be in your &lt;strong&gt;BLAZER&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;COURT SHOES&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;LOWER SEC SKIRT&lt;/strong&gt; (for girls).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There will be ushering duties for the 45th anniversary dinner.PLease inform the secretaries whther you can make it, regardless you're free anot. Support with reasons as well. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;additional dates for dance practices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;These dates are on top of thoses days that are stated in the consent forms, it's only for those involved in the 45th anniversary dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So if you're not involved, then i think you're SPARED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yep. I know it's tiring. Hang in there dancers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After this, graduating Sec4s, we'll stepp down to face O monster.Then the rest will have a short break i think. *Hope So*Alright. here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thursday (26th June 2008) 1-5pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Monday (30th June 2008) 5-8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Wednesday (2nd July 2008) 2-5pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Friday (5th July 2008) Actual Day of performance. To be Confirmed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Take note, we may need you guys to report slightly earlier so that you can do your changing and warmups before the rehearsal starts. So please expect some slight changes in the timings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(* i wrote them in the dance blog as well, laughs, copied and pasted it here =x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's phototaking session would be from 2:30pm onwards. Anyone who has float out, you'll be excused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5783339648644731860?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5783339648644731860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5783339648644731860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5783339648644731860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5783339648644731860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/06/infomation_23.html' title='INfomation'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1733662972439671126</id><published>2008-06-19T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what i'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;SLC's over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of disappointed with some. I shant say. Let it be a lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;25th's end of office term is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;And 25th! We rock yeh?! &lt;em&gt;we do~ (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25th:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this marks no end. We're all learning. Everyone is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what we went through in camps, it's all lessons to be learnt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lessons that are so precious. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What we failed to do or we think that we haven't done enough, lets give our best take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like what mr tan's said," Your batch is considered sucessful only when the batch before you is better than you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25th Jiayou! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 25th batch gathering!&lt;br /&gt;*cries* loads and heaps of things to do. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be another gathering as a whole 25th.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be there! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;I think i've to buck up on my time management skills.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh. i have to.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about stepping down, dance is as well&lt;br /&gt;I miss dance! - like how many times i've said that-&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go dance. - pinch me-&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking so forward to the 45th anniversary dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;em&gt;Cause i'm dancing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think Positive! CCAUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ITS ZHENG YUAN CHANG'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;OHGOSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1733662972439671126?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1733662972439671126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1733662972439671126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1733662972439671126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1733662972439671126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired_744.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5143148683803147096</id><published>2008-06-07T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>I'm not from EL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Days passed~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;School life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is slowly returning back and it never seems to get any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me&lt;br /&gt;I mean, when you have to go back to school &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;almost everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, does it make a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; whether it's holiday or anything.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt. mind me. I mean &lt;em&gt;doesnt&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is no holiday for me. It&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Schooling&lt;/em&gt;-liday.&lt;br /&gt;Any out of nowhere, &lt;strong&gt;I've been asked whether i'm from ELDDS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well. &lt;strong&gt;HELLO&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;look at me during the rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;I dont look like one. neither is my english that great.&lt;br /&gt;You want to understand how&lt;strong&gt; BIG&lt;/strong&gt; the gap is my English and theirs?&lt;br /&gt;Mix with them. You'll understand me.&lt;br /&gt;Only I'm from dance for the main cast, all others are from ELDDS. Sometimes its hard to deal with their Tham and Phua's joke.&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt want to know what they joke about that. Shhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;But i won't deny it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;It not just funny. It's HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;And the parody their going to make out of this musical, it makes me kind of interested in what kind of things are going in thier heads.&lt;br /&gt;So~ ONe fact. Going to musical rehearsals are like going to ELDDS's CCA practice.&lt;br /&gt;I think Khai Yee, Haziraj and Sheryl would agree huh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And I miss Dance whole lots!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about recent stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;OBAMA 's been declared the leading candidate for the Democrats.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how great he is. But a black being a president IS a historic moment for America.&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope it does happen actually.&lt;br /&gt;Say bye~ to Hilary Clinton and Obama's now up against Republican John McCain.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Hilary Clinton, she really has to concede defaet to Obama.&lt;br /&gt;No more political talks. *but it's interesting* =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I've got to buck up on my English.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i have a special apittude for English.&lt;br /&gt;I love english.&lt;br /&gt;fine. At least more than Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;But hey!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at it, cause this certain teacher teaches us oral better than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh. Sacarsm here. fine.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go! byes~&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags replies:&lt;br /&gt;People who ask me to link: Yeah. shall link you up soon ! (:&lt;br /&gt;ShiRui: SHIRUI! HEHE. and im haha. you never tag for like a million years? hahh. See you on monday!&lt;br /&gt;Passer-by: Thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;Keely: YO! i dont know. I barely have time for you~ =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5143148683803147096?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5143148683803147096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5143148683803147096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5143148683803147096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5143148683803147096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-not-from-el.html' title='I&amp;#39;m not from EL!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-205767173306463775</id><published>2008-06-04T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twinkle Twinkle Little Star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How i wonder what you are~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its just nice to reminisce over stuffs that we dont really bother much&lt;br /&gt;Dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Weird person. Weird Dreams.Weird me.&lt;br /&gt;I keep repeatedly dreaming about zombies~ ghost~ hospitals~ I can Fly~&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;I can even cry upon waking up.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why i cried. But all i remember it was in relation to the dream i dreamt.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt recall though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting restless nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;No kick you know?&lt;br /&gt;Out shopping and fun and everything- that's what im supposed to feel&lt;br /&gt;and down here i am --- no fun at all&lt;br /&gt;Shirui me and people are going to kbox next week!&lt;br /&gt;Hope i'm high. please! get high! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need some energy! =x&lt;br /&gt;moveon~&lt;br /&gt;After I went out with dancers that day, hmmm, i was supposed to meet mum.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up her saying she didnt wanna go Vivo any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Went lot1 alone.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! it's nice walking alone, and enjoying your time once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt that bad as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;i picture it to be the worst walk. It wasnt laughs&lt;br /&gt;Hope i can meet up Dean and Keely! TT&lt;br /&gt;I miss them.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somehow~ =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's going to hongkong for a golf tour!~&lt;br /&gt;1 whole week! i wanna gooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;GOLF! missya.&lt;br /&gt;like years i've touched that club.&lt;br /&gt;kinda miss it.&lt;br /&gt;especially when i see my brother doing it, i just couldnt believe how much he had improved!&lt;br /&gt;I shall get him ,threaten him to teach me!&lt;br /&gt;Dad's like going in july, and i cant go!&lt;br /&gt;TT&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, he promised me hokkaido nxt year.&lt;br /&gt;After we've moved in to our new apartment and settled down in june most prolly.&lt;br /&gt;hokkaido! with snow! ice cream! AND CRABS! *drooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;It musical and musical.&lt;br /&gt;Shooting and more shootings . * its done though*&lt;br /&gt;Recording and more recordings. *its done though*&lt;br /&gt;yeah! like half done ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh. left that musical and i think my lines havent been commited in my memory yet.&lt;br /&gt;uh. YET.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition later~ yeah.&lt;br /&gt;byes. maple later! oh gosh (new world)! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-205767173306463775?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/205767173306463775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=205767173306463775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/205767173306463775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/205767173306463775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired_04.html' title='Tired!~'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-5980865337660113376</id><published>2008-06-02T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicals</title><content type='html'>These few days tired to the max!&lt;br /&gt;You know how to spell shit?&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;yeah. thats how i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;blek.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;everything's in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;hope everything's fine on THAT day.&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU!&lt;br /&gt;yeah. hope so.&lt;br /&gt;feel so shity now~&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-5980865337660113376?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/5980865337660113376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=5980865337660113376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5980865337660113376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/5980865337660113376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/06/musicals_02.html' title='Musicals'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8055075230426027280</id><published>2008-05-09T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:12.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;he's back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with happiness.! Dean's back from Japan?&lt;br /&gt;hahah! and he went back japan for like donkey years!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday , I went to fetch him from airport.&lt;br /&gt;Heys! I have test today! and i went to fetch you! ==&lt;br /&gt;if i flunk my bio paper 1 and emaths paper 2!&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughters* you're to blame!!&lt;br /&gt;" ごめんな!" laughs. i dont mean it okays. dont say that sentence.==&lt;br /&gt;good friend okay~ &lt;em&gt;dont play play &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates!!!!!!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;yay! he brought chocolates back for me.&lt;br /&gt;yay-ness. yay-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Dark chocolates.! My favorite!&lt;br /&gt;Arigatou ! ありがとう！&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at airport.&lt;br /&gt;then when he was going to pay the bill he said,&lt;br /&gt;"これわいくらですか？” -sore wa ikura desu ka- ( meaning how much does it cost)&lt;br /&gt;The next moment, the cashier turned to his collegue.&lt;br /&gt;"怎么办? 我听不懂他在讲什么" ( meaning : What to do? I dont understand a single word he's saying)&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing hard.&lt;br /&gt;Then ,i played along.&lt;br /&gt;"これわいくらですか？” -sore wa ikura desu ka-&lt;br /&gt;he turned further back and continued saying," 完了！两个日本人。manager leh!?!"&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a comedy show to us!&lt;br /&gt;I finally said，" 总共多少？"&lt;br /&gt;Then dean said " How much is it in total?"&lt;br /&gt;He cashier's face flushed!&lt;br /&gt;Ohgod. totally red. we paid the bill and left hurriedly. laughs.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering.. hmmm. In just half a year, i went to the airport for about 5 times?&lt;br /&gt;rather 6 times.&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that i didnt go there cause i'm going overseas.&lt;br /&gt;We said bye and home! emaths! ohgod.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's totally filled with exam atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;yep. And for some reason, this year's mid-year wasnt that horrifying as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;At first, i thought it would be, as... ...&lt;br /&gt;first, you're taking your exam in the hall. Come on' feel the tension between the whole sec 4 express and 5 normal level. [^~^]&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, whole exam hall is Soooooooooo quiet.  [*~*]&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, It's the same place that I will be taking my o levels [x_x]&lt;br /&gt;But the paper was not hard. neither was it easy.&lt;br /&gt;I was, tricky. yeh.&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, i didnt find chemistry paper 2 to be that hard and all other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Amaths paper ! It's a gone-case paper.&lt;br /&gt;Even if time's to rewind back and let me take the test again, i think i won't do well.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i shall try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;given the fact that although i placed slightly more effort to study earlier, although i didnt complete everything, i still have higher hopes than before for this mid-year.&lt;br /&gt;Bascially cause i placed a tiny-weeny more effort than year-end?&lt;br /&gt;hahahhh!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;And ystd, i was chatting online with syafiq.&lt;br /&gt;*soak in tears*&lt;br /&gt;Jc or Poly?&lt;br /&gt;This question. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Jc;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm so tempted by the A level cert. yeh. just the cert. nothing else there appeals me more than anything but that A level cert.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just stick to Jc after all. Looking at the websites in australia uni, melbourne uni, queensland uni, the admission criteria is A level cert.&lt;br /&gt;Although diploma is able to get you somewhere there, but then, 3 years. I dont know whether there's enough time for me to get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;yeh. nevermind.actually it doesnt matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;if my ultimate aim's there, use any method to get there will do.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care. geezzz. i've my mum's support.&lt;br /&gt;Like who else in this whole world would be most glad if i really were to become a vet.&lt;br /&gt;No one else but none other than my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Her wish : To adopt a CHEETAH.&lt;br /&gt; you get what i mean? dangerous woman.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more papers left i think.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;Cause by the end of the whole exam, me and friend are going out! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;kbox? kathy's looking forward to it okay~ hahahh!&lt;br /&gt;yeh! lets work towards our goals!　試験に受かってとてもうれしい&lt;br /&gt;By the time i get back my papers i want to say "試験に受かってとてもうれしい。”- i'm glad i passed my test-&lt;br /&gt;and not "がっかりした" - i'm disappointed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8055075230426027280?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8055075230426027280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8055075230426027280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8055075230426027280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8055075230426027280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-back.html' title='he&amp;#39;s back!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1377264917112342657</id><published>2008-04-27T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning wounds!</title><content type='html'>Deemed to be a rather boring day, it certainly brighten up alot when ryan said " hey! lets persuade dad to bring us for a movie" *shrieks in happiness*&lt;br /&gt;He agreed witout hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;Woah. We caught a 7 plus movie.&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SUPERB!&lt;br /&gt;After watching, i thought i might regret if i didnt catch that show.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt disappointing. It was up to standard. -for me-&lt;br /&gt;Not like Cj7 which i thought i'll be nice. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-spoiler- (dont read if you wanna watch) laughs!&lt;br /&gt;The heaven king and queen speaks ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing so loud. i felt so...&lt;br /&gt;Okay. You're in a cinema, only you plus perhaps one or two is laughing cause of this part.&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;But it was funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;They were conversing in mandarin, and the next moment, it was english.&lt;br /&gt;Darn funny.&lt;br /&gt;" IF he's really a taoist immortal" laughs&lt;br /&gt;laughs&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHS!&lt;br /&gt;jacky chan- Taoist monk (?) wrote on a piece of paper hoping for rain.&lt;br /&gt;Jet Li, urinated OPENLy above him.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment there, jc really thought the heaven's with him. laughs&lt;br /&gt;I shant say anymore. It's nicer in the movies. Conversing it out's no fun.&lt;br /&gt;Its spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;At raffles city i think.&lt;br /&gt;The hongkong cafe was. Al-right.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh. it was because those that i ordered wasnt what i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, everything is Ni-CE&lt;br /&gt;tables, chairs, fork, spoon, knife&lt;br /&gt;BUT 1 THING!&lt;br /&gt;SERVICE. If i'm there the next time, it'll be for the food.&lt;br /&gt;Not the service.&lt;br /&gt;Reach-ed home. I've got to finish up my social studies homework. - i'm done with it! yay-ness-&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's english composition test.&lt;br /&gt;mid-year examination .&lt;br /&gt;More is to come. and at the back of it, it shall be my busiest moment coming upp.&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, i went to Dr James Tan's clinic. Brought along my stray cat there.&lt;br /&gt;He got himself injured. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;There was this lady in a flourescent pink dress. I thought she was weeping.&lt;br /&gt;I confirmed it when she was holding an urn in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. Thats life. I pity her.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Tan told me, A sucessful vet is when he or she is able to tell them " Buy a new one. "&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it was me in the past, i may think that he's nasty.&lt;br /&gt;Is it that all the things you do numbs you of your emotions?&lt;br /&gt;mission failed vet. But i dont think so now.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they loved little ones accompanied you along the way.&lt;br /&gt;But they'll be always in your heart, if that's when you really love them.&lt;br /&gt;Trust that they'll be a better self in their own world.&lt;br /&gt;I understand what Dr Tan meant.&lt;br /&gt;When he said that, it was through his utmost heart, deep down inside.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt mean that he's numb by all the operation and etc he did.&lt;br /&gt;It's a form of consolation, encouragement. They'll leave you somehow. someday&lt;br /&gt;He must be weeping in his heart for that lady out there for when he was treating my cat, he was filled with frustration.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that sentence out because many deem it to be a no-no to a person upset.&lt;br /&gt;yeh.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is out to you lady. May your pet rest in peace, get over it and have a healthy life&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichole ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1377264917112342657?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1377264917112342657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1377264917112342657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1377264917112342657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1377264917112342657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/04/cleaning-wounds_27.html' title='Cleaning wounds!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-9027803566538125974</id><published>2008-04-25T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:13.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Tan!</title><content type='html'>It frustrates me whenever I thought of myself repeatedly waking up and sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;It frustrates me even more, with the fact that i dazed through the last 3 hours of my precious sleep instead of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I practically dragged myself to school.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to even think that i prepared breakfast for myself despite all those tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Thank Mdm tay for that. =/&lt;br /&gt;she said that researchers have said that, your brain will reduce in size if you don't eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I usually dont. And that's the part.&lt;br /&gt; Iwondered how SMALL my brain was when she said that. =x&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculously, I wanted to try whether i helps.&lt;br /&gt;duh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;and I hope the researches are right. If not i'll be a down-right dumbo trying this out. =/&lt;br /&gt;Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;I was ranting in school to Kathy that mdm tay's method was a prank.&lt;br /&gt;yeh. she said we'll feel energetic with breakfast taken each morning.&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt so for me today.&lt;br /&gt;and a friendly reminder from Kathy: you didnt sleep for the last 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;sleepy me with confused thoughts already..&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson was...&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;except english and physics, I didnt consider the others as proper lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. Ms J didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;Amaths. Consulation Period =/&lt;br /&gt;did a little of my e-maths paper. and. and i . and i.____&lt;br /&gt;Walked home with shirui, zhihui and yuhui.&lt;br /&gt;we walked into the new HDB buildings and in horror!&lt;br /&gt;We shall damn bloodly hell ( w.r.t. mr Lam) lots of Caterppillarss on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Just one glance made my legs itch.&lt;br /&gt;Imagining them crawling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;And no one realised until i did.&lt;br /&gt;And we alreadywalk a  subsentially, a near-end of building area.&lt;br /&gt;yeh. Shirui was shrieking in horror.&lt;br /&gt;Darn funny. I would just use my phone to take it down if i brought mine.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Reached home!&lt;br /&gt;Bathe! SLEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... it was so comfortable on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, i didnt regret daze from 3am to 6am.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;WAS &lt;/em&gt;crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. And i've yet to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Mum prepared japanese dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm looking forward to her chawanmushi! yay!&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's nice. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaien told there won't be any meeting this week.&lt;br /&gt;Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'll hurry get my study mood from my dad and brother.&lt;br /&gt;Get them to restrict me.&lt;br /&gt;So i think i shall wile away my weekeend into studying.&lt;br /&gt;yeh. I SHALL. and I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth, I shall not online in the afternoon on sat and sun.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL and I WILL.&lt;br /&gt;yeh. yeh. yehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going to have my dinner now. bye!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Kaien: Yeh alike right!? and she was really albino. oh. and dont get to see often. was so excited.could see something like the book. as if the plot of the book popped out. and there are VAMPIRES in our world! XD&lt;br /&gt;Huiteng: Yeh. Studying him maybe a job to others!. maybe! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichole ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-9027803566538125974?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/9027803566538125974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=9027803566538125974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/9027803566538125974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/9027803566538125974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/04/james-tan_25.html' title='James Tan!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-7220993268794426382</id><published>2008-04-22T08:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuffnang ads</title><content type='html'>back from school!&lt;br /&gt;Came back in horror.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is at my room when i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;And on-ed my computer?&lt;br /&gt;She really knows how to be automatic in MY room eh.&lt;br /&gt;She like wearing something that i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing flashy though&lt;br /&gt;dress! fine. i admit your body-line's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;=x at least better than mine? laughs!&lt;br /&gt;and i REALISED that she placed nuffnang ads in my blog. like since the last time she came my house.&lt;br /&gt;She's funny.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly burst into laughter. At mySELF.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dumb. dumb enough to know that nuffnang ads is on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be then.&lt;br /&gt;I shall see is there even money for her to earn?&lt;br /&gt;yeh. I doubt so. ==&lt;br /&gt;money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i love you~ and i love you~ and i love you~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and day before.&lt;br /&gt;kke.ht.mq.hr came my house&lt;br /&gt;hr didnt come on sun.&lt;br /&gt;and ht left like 30 mins or an hour later after she reached.! ==&lt;br /&gt;study.yeh. study steven lim&lt;br /&gt;lets get to stiu-wen lim's . dot net&lt;br /&gt;hunk19(something something)&lt;br /&gt;hunk! HUNK!&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;HE's entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;不要欺负我的偶像Edison Chen!&lt;br /&gt;ohgod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant believe it's happening to me~ ohh~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually saw steven lim on net&lt;br /&gt;Go to stevenlim.net&lt;br /&gt;Read his posts.&lt;br /&gt;Viewed his videos.&lt;br /&gt;Geez! Crazy me with crazy friends.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons today!&lt;br /&gt;mundane.&lt;br /&gt;And how unlucky can one be?&lt;br /&gt;Heavy flow.&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;like so many people know?&lt;br /&gt;When i attempt to get out of the class, i even knocked down the standing fan on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;laughs. It was not even dismantled okay! I'm not the murderer. trust me! =p&lt;br /&gt;Just let it be : The complexity is simplicity. yeh&lt;br /&gt;English ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;darn funny.&lt;br /&gt;It turns my moody day upside down.&lt;br /&gt;TO even think how horrific it could get today, it got less dreadful thanks to this english asap.&lt;br /&gt;CEO is not a worker!&lt;br /&gt;right. that's Shirui's mindset of CEO(s)&lt;br /&gt;How hilarious could it get?&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;after Shirui and ZhiHui left, i walked out of the Mini-mart&lt;br /&gt;OhGosh.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this ivory-skined girl. She looks albino.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird just plainly looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how do they live under these glances by people.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they do stand out much.&lt;br /&gt;But they're attention drawing aint they?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking more just make me feel a surge of pity and relief for them.&lt;br /&gt;Pity them that they live under unwanted attention.&lt;br /&gt;But relieved that they are able to overcome these.&lt;br /&gt;In some sense, they're courageous and their determination do really make me question alot of things that we dont really get to understand ,and relate them back to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Pause for a moment and think. Sometimes it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why is that so. I wonder too. Time's ticking and there goes a day&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i shall indulge in my music first. and think through.&lt;br /&gt;You might feel i'm not myself today. I do feel so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY NICHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;i got all ...&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;I shan't rant ad whine about school and whatever anymore&lt;br /&gt;At least for today. i shall continue next time!&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Tags Replies:&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Uh-huh. I didnt die kay! Like you would more than me! EGO? new handphone so?hmph. I shall get one one day! =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichole ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-7220993268794426382?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/7220993268794426382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=7220993268794426382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7220993268794426382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/7220993268794426382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/04/nuffnang-ads_22.html' title='Nuffnang ads'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-1431061641627086909</id><published>2008-04-18T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:13.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Replies</title><content type='html'>it's just a busy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;School, proposal, contact list.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine i'm wating for yong kang just for the sec 2 addresses!&lt;br /&gt;only that clolumn is empty. it's funny though, everytime i look at it.&lt;br /&gt;lol. you can take your time though. but not over 10pm please!&lt;br /&gt;I told wei qi i'll confirm hand in the whole sc contact list today. by all means, today.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mr tan, dragged like thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, doing that contact list is like doing the emergency contact list for slc?&lt;br /&gt;it's actually the same thing, just that this one i did is a complilation of whole council.&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that Clare knows how to do.&lt;br /&gt;so she can help me. but she also have other things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we shall Jiayou ookays?&lt;br /&gt;Clare, me whole 25th Student Council.&lt;br /&gt;the time left is little.&lt;br /&gt;We shall give our best shot for SLC.&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou too to the campers as well. especially the upcoming new "26th" SC&lt;br /&gt;yeh. Feels old now.&lt;br /&gt;Like few months later, we're old. Just preparing for our Os.&lt;br /&gt;and only Os then but nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Strive hard everybody!&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to They Kiss Again.&lt;br /&gt;ohgod. i need to concentrate and study!&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to find out that the show only left that two darn episode and it's end of the show!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shirui! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;And todays lesson was...... funny(?)&lt;br /&gt;Especially towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;Edmund is 80KG! -once before-&lt;br /&gt;opps. and he's 72KG now!&lt;br /&gt;OPPS!&lt;br /&gt;lol.! he declared that loudly after shirui shouted across the class that edmund is 80KG.&lt;br /&gt;funny?! lol.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Tag Replies:&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth: You see? Different teachers. One is Ms Seeto and the other is Mdm Rani. What can you expect?&lt;br /&gt;Kaien:hahahh! I also dunno who is that. I dont wanna know too!&lt;br /&gt;To Nichole: I feel weird(?) The name you place was to nichole &gt;&lt;. it's like to nichole wrote to nichole!lol.!&lt;br /&gt;anyways. thanks loads! i will! (:&lt;br /&gt;lalala: == you shall remain lalala. i dont wanna know you. == and on one note. I AM NOT LESBIAN! ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-1431061641627086909?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/1431061641627086909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=1431061641627086909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1431061641627086909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/1431061641627086909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/04/tag-replies_18.html' title='Tag Replies'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-2586190195297121194</id><published>2008-04-15T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:13.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY 16th &lt;em&gt;'GOD'-ish&lt;/em&gt; KaiEn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okays. It's an early birthday wish. laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's your birthday 'god'&lt;br /&gt;and ohgod! &gt;&lt; it means you're 16.&lt;br /&gt;and ohgod! it means you can watch! watch!&lt;br /&gt;cries. I've to wait like * counting fingers*&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5&lt;br /&gt;5 MORE months. plus 3 days.- if inclusive of today-&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not that desperate of it.!&lt;br /&gt;It just signifies a new beginning. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be looking forward to 18 and 21 years old as well.&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;be happy man. it just mean you're grown up.&lt;br /&gt;Although i wont want to watch those movies, it's gross.&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that it contains lots of cannibal.&lt;br /&gt;*Grossed-out*&lt;br /&gt;Can't they think any normally?&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of English lesson where Mr Lam told us about these few men on a boat, lost in the vast ocean. They drew lots and ate off the odd one. and and. RAW. you know? RAW. R-A-W.&lt;br /&gt;Raw human meat. I can see that many classmates were reacting to this news he told us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Yoga promised me a birthday present today.&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to a White Valentine Gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like for dunno what reason...==&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeh. it's alright. i doubt you'll rmr anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And he forgot to buy kke's present. hahahahh!&lt;br /&gt;and i suggested FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;haha. no more leakage. i shall make her wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder how~ i wonder why~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School day today is like a repeative draggy tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;it never changes. practical and more practicals.&lt;br /&gt;civics and moral education period converted to Social Studies Lesson.&lt;br /&gt;And before that was Elective geography.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it, i failed. i flunked it.&lt;br /&gt;How great is that!&lt;br /&gt;Seeto's scary. She's so strict. and I DID NOT COMPARE DCs WITH LDCs for the LM question&lt;br /&gt;uh-so fed-up. i didnt. she said i did.&lt;br /&gt;6/15 = Failed.&lt;br /&gt;She totally brought me to hell for consecutively two test.&lt;br /&gt;and i had confidence that i'll at least pass or at least an 8.&lt;br /&gt;Previous test, she said, " Datas are important you must include it in your answers"&lt;br /&gt;and i did for this. only to find out, it aint that improtant now.&lt;br /&gt;But pior knowledge is. " From your own knowledge of the sub-saharen africa ..."&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how shirui cope with that 30/100 marks for last year's mid-year.&lt;br /&gt;But look on the bright side, shirui improved? laughs.&lt;br /&gt;she got 75% i think or something near for her previous common test.&lt;br /&gt;i think i wont be suprised if  get a 30/100 for my mid-year.&lt;br /&gt;i'm prepared, but on my side, i'll do my best to at least know the basics.&lt;br /&gt;try harder nichole. i feel that it'll alright not to do well for this mid-year.&lt;br /&gt;I've the same thinking as mr woon&lt;br /&gt;Our ultimate aim is O LEVELs.&lt;br /&gt;So people. Dont get so demoralised if you didnt do well for this test.&lt;br /&gt;Do your best. At least you know that, improve the next time.&lt;br /&gt;By the time your taking your Os, all of us should be prepared then.&lt;br /&gt;yeh. Cze i feel that peple around me are super super tensed up when they hear their friends started studying already.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, differnt people study differently, some only can score well if they study early, some don't.&lt;br /&gt;If you think you CAN, you CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichole ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-2586190195297121194?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/2586190195297121194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=2586190195297121194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2586190195297121194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/2586190195297121194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday_15.html' title='Happy birthday!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-3996104379355649894</id><published>2008-04-15T03:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:13.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigration centre'/><title type='text'>no SCHOOL!?!</title><content type='html'>lol.! i'm here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;meaning i didnt go school?&lt;br /&gt;how great... when i was saying in the previous post i was in school the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Mum brought me to the immigration centre at lavender.&lt;br /&gt;She has a medical appt in the afternoon so i cant do it after school or something.&lt;br /&gt;She didnt even tell me until today morning when i wore my school uniform and was preparing to go out.&lt;br /&gt;She's queen. She made me miss school today.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But school's fun for me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;At least it's betterthen to be at lavender with the SUPPPPER long queue.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. it was a painstaking wait.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's in school, and it was pointless to have a phone in my hands this morning.&lt;br /&gt;And it made me think why wasnt i born in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;It's so troublesome, even after being a singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont even know what they were doing today.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Guess it already part of my life. lavender... i go there once every few months?&lt;br /&gt;laughs.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm better off then those who have to go there like so many times a month?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gald enough. I shall study later till dinner. To make up for missing school today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy now. Byes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichole ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-3996104379355649894?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/3996104379355649894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=3996104379355649894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/3996104379355649894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/3996104379355649894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-school_15.html' title='no SCHOOL!?!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8261798651488365726</id><published>2008-04-13T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:13.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOMAN!</title><content type='html'>It's April 13th 2008!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;it's like so little days left to O levels and i'm happy bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. VERy productive for me.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be not for the others though.&lt;br /&gt;See lah. god and rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;talk talk talk&lt;br /&gt;LOL.!&lt;br /&gt;and i finished 2 math exercises eh.&lt;br /&gt;4 pieces of paper.&lt;br /&gt;And what's most important is ...&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW HOW TO DO ALL OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;ohgod.&lt;br /&gt;like how many time of a hundred do you actually find yourself knowing everything you're supposed to know!&lt;br /&gt;I still remember okay.!&lt;br /&gt;b^2-4ac &gt;0 [Two distinct real roots]&lt;br /&gt;b^-4ac = 0 [ Two equal real roots. meang alpha and beta have the same value]&lt;br /&gt;b^-4ac &lt;0 [ No real roots. can be always positive and always negative]&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; b^-4ac &lt;0 [always negative]&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;b^-4ac &gt;0 [Always Positive]&lt;br /&gt;like hohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;it's like finally. and i mean &lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. i remember it. hope it lastslong. commit it to my long term memory man!&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna do this again near prelims. then o levels. i'll suffocate of studyg again and forgetting so many subjects.&lt;br /&gt;cause i feel that this chapter about the b^-4ac is damn important.&lt;br /&gt;I failed my year-end emaths cze of this chapt. cze i hate this chapt?&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt really touched it. and the paper consisted of SOOOOO much of it.nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;But i got like an A for my amths.&lt;br /&gt;What does this prove?&lt;br /&gt;graph's not my thing.  it hasnt and havent been my thing.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand how does my life have to contain these kind of graphs when i dont hink it'll help in future.&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe it does. we'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather fun. Went coffee bean.&lt;br /&gt;HuiTeng PS us!&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;They maybe be coming over to my house next week. &lt;br /&gt;See how.!&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask mum to call for pizza hut delivery!&lt;br /&gt;again. like the previous time.!&lt;br /&gt;dining table there. fun lurh.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Huirong and agnes joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;the cause of the long talk.&lt;br /&gt;lol.!&lt;br /&gt;concentrate. difficult to study when AGNES LAU is talking.&lt;br /&gt;influential. and all about JOVEIN!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;big challenge!&lt;br /&gt;study! O levels! Study! Mid-year!&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Intensive studying next week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm booked for Sat and Sun!.yeh&lt;br /&gt;Went grandpa's house for his birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ah Gong!&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong and healthy! (:&lt;br /&gt;Ate ahma's Prawn Noodle.&lt;br /&gt;Her Signature Home-dish okays.&lt;br /&gt;lol.!&lt;br /&gt;So gald that i've a nice family.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8261798651488365726?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8261798651488365726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8261798651488365726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8261798651488365726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8261798651488365726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/04/yoman_13.html' title='YOMAN!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15250697.post-8420034027659574071</id><published>2008-04-13T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:42:13.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study mood'/><title type='text'>Study Mood</title><content type='html'>STUDY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get into study mood.&lt;br /&gt;This WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school EVERYDAY EH!&lt;br /&gt;ohgod. such big achievment.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was VERY bored at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at roughly 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Snug in my blankets till 10.&lt;br /&gt;And unwillingly, dragged my feet for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled egg plus bread. Self-made breakfast okays!~&lt;br /&gt;Mum didnt want to make one for me. so i had to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to start my A-maths revision today.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2- Logarithms, Surds and ?? whatever. I dont really remember&lt;br /&gt;Managed to finish that chapt. yeh.&lt;br /&gt;And i Start SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO early this year ? please!&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks before?&lt;br /&gt;ohgod. i' crazy.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind me. I dont study early before!&lt;em&gt;never once&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;chapter 3. Determinant or something.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about graphs.&lt;br /&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;I've hard time with graph chapters.&lt;br /&gt;And the alpha plus beta equals to -b/a ( Sum Of Roots)&lt;br /&gt;and alpha*beta equals to c/a ( Product of Roots)&lt;br /&gt;Yeh. ohya. one more formula!&lt;br /&gt;Forming equation : x^2 -(Sum of Roots) +( Product of Roots)&lt;br /&gt;haha. I squeezed them into my head okays~!&lt;br /&gt;And tehshirui! Dont say i never study.&lt;br /&gt;i got.&lt;br /&gt;at least for this two chapters.&lt;br /&gt;I know myself, i wont hang there for long.&lt;br /&gt;it might take me another motivation to drag myself to the next chapter.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that i'll hang IN there.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh. In and not out.&lt;br /&gt;lol. reminds me of my script&lt;br /&gt;"not "&lt;em&gt;IN&lt;/em&gt;" now"!!!haha.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was ! ewwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind already. i bet it's in my stomach churning and churning with all those hydrochloric acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons ended quick.&lt;br /&gt;Then had musical rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;It really taught me alot.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even felt like myself.&lt;br /&gt;Talking in a different manner and those gesture.&lt;br /&gt;I thought acting was just act. yeh.&lt;br /&gt;But it's just more then that. and it was certainly tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Standing there for the whole few hours and repeating the lines again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I think after so many practices, it'll seem like a chore to me.&lt;br /&gt;Repeative things rotating around me.&lt;br /&gt;It's a huge challenge.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather happy that i'm given such chance alright.&lt;br /&gt;lol. i wasnt so glad about it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;iwas..hmmm quite negative about it.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, it just needed time to change everything.&lt;br /&gt;Time indeed bringsyou far.&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner. The peking duck was nice!&lt;br /&gt;The skin was CRISPY man!&lt;br /&gt;so great!&lt;br /&gt;Mum's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And i have to pay like $50 ? Ryan too!&lt;br /&gt;Dad have to pay that remaing 67 dollars! haha&lt;br /&gt;serve him right hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt even know we ate so much.&lt;br /&gt;ohya! the Mango pomela sago! OHMYGOD!&lt;br /&gt;HEAVEN MAN! i love it!&lt;br /&gt;PRAWNS TOO! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continusously for two days, i've to face the test!&lt;br /&gt;SPORTS.&lt;br /&gt;after sec one when i was forced to run for the 100m race, i started to dislike sports.&lt;br /&gt;I repelled from it after that. Bad experiences indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to TEH RUIRUI! OR THE RUIRUI&lt;br /&gt;I did well in my sports in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;I was also in the track and field team when i was in junyuan pri.&lt;br /&gt;I dont seem like one cause a bad experience a day keeps you away. eh~&lt;br /&gt;laugh out loud!&lt;br /&gt;The run affected me. My whole body's in pain. esp my legs.&lt;br /&gt;Darn painfully. Hard time walking up and down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;and these pain reflected greatly on my 5 stations. ALOT okays.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind alrd. It's over.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even bother to see whether they are As or so.&lt;br /&gt;near or not. I didnt bother.&lt;br /&gt;It frustrates me more only.&lt;br /&gt;25th SC meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Talked alot. and SLC!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. in--------- night!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!. i wonder what'll happen!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i almost vommited aft that damn NAPFA run on wed. Bought a ice longan and asked the others to finish it for me. Finally when i felt alright, then nausea again.! irritating run. After recess was Biolgy SPA. Inspite all the nausea feeling, i thought i did alright. So i was rather happy with that. Went Sengkang Primary School and polished their dance. Queenie said there was pay for us. buy yeh. I doubt that lol.! Rode home with dad and mum and ate outside.&lt;br /&gt;DUCK RICE ! SUPER NICE!&lt;br /&gt;on our way home, started to chat about religion and all those " I cannot eat beef thing"&lt;br /&gt;I recalled the times i saw the others ate beef at jack's place-- beijing gathering&lt;br /&gt;yeh. I wondered how it taste like. so i asked dad.&lt;br /&gt;Then it all began which a beef question and ended up on christanity.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. i;m not here to insult them or question them.&lt;br /&gt;But from the people around me, i just felt that they were one group of people who are totally into it.&lt;br /&gt;Muslims are also!&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite gald they were actually.&lt;br /&gt;but down the orchard road, they'll just hand you out a brochure.&lt;br /&gt;And there was once this guy handed me one and said " He'll bring life to your life"&lt;br /&gt;i read the brochure and was abit offended.&lt;br /&gt;Imgine you're a muslim who is so devoted to your religion and someoe else tells you this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I mean. There can be other ways of persuading people to believe in Jesus or something.&lt;br /&gt;but these kind of short sentences will offend people.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope they understand. to everyoe think this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead-beat.&lt;br /&gt;Going for my sleep so that i'll have plenty of energy tmr. not like last sun&lt;br /&gt;rather restless on the train.&lt;br /&gt;byes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nichole ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15250697-8420034027659574071?l=luvthistime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/feeds/8420034027659574071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15250697&amp;postID=8420034027659574071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8420034027659574071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15250697/posts/default/8420034027659574071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvthistime.blogspot.com/2008/04/study-mood_13.html' title='Study Mood'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02069158299145137457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMUw9EFy7hM/SjSENH4_kbI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_5CWerCYo3o/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
