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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing beats the joy of finally figuring out and making the html codes work. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ta-dah! New blogskin! Kinda. Hahaha. Just changed the gifs at the top and added a background! Sorry for bombarding you with more Arashi. &lt;strike&gt;Not really. :P&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out today that Friday's gonna be my last day. I'm missing my kids already. T.T It's not officially over yet, but I'm already missing them. I'm gonna die of sadness on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/59e3320f.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna spam as many photos as I can while I'm still there. And take pictures with them if possible. Ask them stay still, max 5 seconds run off already. ): Talking about them, the degree of fascination they have over something as simple as bubbles is beyond words. This kid, Ethan, is just... I cant even begin to describe how happy he is when he sees bubbles. For some reason, he cant/dont want to talk, so most of the times he's just shouting, making noise. And he's always just pushing and hitting the other kids. Told and punished him umpteen times, but he still does it. So a lot of times, we just put him on a chair and make him sit there, no running about or playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's up and about, and sees bubbles, he starts making a lot of noise, shouting at the bubbles, running around to catch them. He face just lights up so brightly, I will just stand where I am and look at him play. He makes so much noise, the other teachers get so irritated and make him shut up. Not like he does. So he ends up sitting on a chair, not being able to get down. So what does he do? Gets all excited and makes noise while on the chair! He will bounce up and down on the chair, raise his arms and wave them, trying to catch the bubbles, and still be as noisy, if not noisier. I feel like how I'm describing him is just one-tenth of how it really sounds like. So for whatever that you've imagined, multiply by 10. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan ah Ethan. Love hate relationship with him. Hahahaha. He makes me so fed up, but I just want to cuddle him so tight at times. He snatches toys from the others so often, but the few times he actually offers to share what he has, just melts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William is as lovable as usual. &amp;lt;33 I just want to cuddle him the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jareth, the one with the pouting picture I posted the other time, had a viral fever after CNY and was absent from school for 2 weeks. After he came back, he hasnt been as energetic, and he eats a lot less now. Everytime I try to feed him more or see him just standing one side staring into space, I damn heart pain. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I only have 3 days left with them. ;A;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6656137641213272972?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6656137641213272972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6656137641213272972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6656137641213272972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6656137641213272972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/nothing-beats-joy-of-finally-figuring.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_59e3320f.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-6213946371318629781</id><published>2012-02-05T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T04:04:48.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd post in a row. Just wanted to pen down some thoughts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when I'm labelled. Some, I dont care. But I especially hate it when people refer to me as 'MB's daughter', or the likes. Today, because I tweeted that I was going to Sentosa Cove, someone replied me, 'ATAS~~'. I said that it was my dad's friend's place, and that person replied with a 'same la, only atas people go there.' I cannot describe how much I hate being slapped with that label, even if you're joking. I will ignore you &lt;i&gt;immediately&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if I'm my father's daughter? I'm still me when I'm around my friends, or even when I'm with my family. I hate it enough when I'm around my dad's staff and they feel like they need to be accommodating towards me, or be extra polite. I dont need that from them, must less from my own friends thank you very much. It's not like I behave as if I'm some princess and must have my way so you dont have to give me all that shit thank you. Just treat and respect me as you would any other human being. My father's achievements are not mine. I just happen to be his daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like how people say I'm rich. It pisses me off. I will start an argument with you there and then. Bloody hell I'm not. It's my parents, not me. Yes, I may be going overseas for education, but those are my parents' money. I have not been getting extra pocket money during my holidays since poly days fyi. Not even when I'm back this time. What I have/spent, is from my savings, work etc. How does that spell rich to you? You see me spending on something that you think is worthless, but how do you know that I did not give something else up to be able to spend more on something I really want? I can also ask why you have so much money to buy that thing I find worthless, but you think worth it right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd issue; There is this program on Dragon TV from Shanghai that comes free when you get Mio TV. And they have this programme where there will be 10 girls sitting on stage and then guys who are interested can come forward and try to win the heart of the girl that they desire. Sometimes it's the guys sitting on stage and the girls try to di it. I was watching it last week or week before last. Wa lao. The guys damn attractive. Looks, money, everything. The thing is, the girls and guys have never met. First meeting is on the stage. Can you image? It's crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today's episode was about this girl who came before to try to win this guy's heart, but failed. But there was this other guy contestant who became interested in her. And then she became one of the girls sitting on stage. But she couldnt forget that guy, so the MCs called the guy to asked if he would come. For the recording that day, he didnt. However, the other guy who was interested in her showed up. She rejected him, but promised that if the guy she likes didnt appear in the next recording, she will give him a chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this one that likes her has a good job and the money, while the one that she likes doesnt have the money. She got together with the one that she likes in the end. And then my sister asked me between one whom I dont like and is rich, and one that I like but is poor, who I will choose. I dont know. I might just say no to both. I will admit though, that I will be tempted by the former. Who doesnt dream of a comfortable life? But I wont do it, because it's not the right thing to do, and it's just not fair. And the latter, I dont know. Maybe if I ever come across one, and I love him enough? I dont know. Having lived this comfortable life, I dont know if I will be willing to live a life less comfortable in the name of love. Maybe because I havent come across such a situation, we'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last; I was walking out one day, and suddenly remembered good times with some friends I am not on good terms with anymore. And I smiled. No matter what has become of us, or what will become of us, I will always look back at the memories I have with all the friends I have, and smile. Because that's what you have left when everything is lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always live with 'whatever will come, will come' and 'the higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6213946371318629781?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6213946371318629781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6213946371318629781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6213946371318629781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6213946371318629781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/3rd-post-in-row.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8474009194054937269</id><published>2012-02-04T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T01:35:49.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentosa Cove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 CNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Kelly and Willie last Sunday! Made them wait for an hour cos I ge kiang thought I could wake up in time. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I didnt know what that that was an early birthday celebration for me! Both of them treated me to lunch at Kiseki Japanese Buffet Restaurant, where towards the end, a cake was brought out for me. :D They got me a red winter coat in this really cute paper bag! Something to do with bananas. Hahahaha. Thanks guys! :DD &amp;lt;33 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had time until the movie, so we headed to Taka because I wanted to go Kino. xD  Walked around for a bit, and then Kelly mentioned that she wanted to have her hair cut. So we headed to Far East. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where I also had my hair cut. Short. Hi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65t_mmbdvZM/Ty1YwiG5eTI/AAAAAAAABzg/aHormlDfLFQ/s1600/403189_10150508776268775_596713774_8882146_446131012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65t_mmbdvZM/Ty1YwiG5eTI/AAAAAAAABzg/aHormlDfLFQ/s400/403189_10150508776268775_596713774_8882146_446131012_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705313893760989490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had 3 main comments; 'you look younger', 'you look more mature', 'you look like a teacher'. No negative comments at all, so all's good. Except from my cousin, who didnt like it cos she couldnt play with my hair anymore. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just $20 for the haircut, so not too bad. Definitely going back. Maybe go back for a little trim a few days before I leave. In a little more than 3 weeks. Gosh. Time passed so quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took Wed off from work because I was running a slight fever on Tues night, but ended up waking early to call the school and not being able to go back to sleep. Got up in the end to go get bak kuh teh with my grandma and uncle, had it for lunch, and then went to Bedok to bring my uncle and fam to the specs shop my family always go to. Had a feast at night for dinner because it was their last night, going home the next day. Took the opportunity to look my other cousin in my parents room to tell me what's happening in her love life. Hahahaha. She refused at first, but relented in the end. Pretty juicy. xD But it was a good chat. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a good chat with my aunt and cousin from China at night near bedtime too. That cousin is is only 10, but she keep asking me whether got boyfriend or not! Asked me whether I want ang moh or asian boyfriend, I say I dunno, she change tactic ask me whether I like black-haired guys or blond-haired guys. -.- As if I'm that dumb. Even my aunt is telling me to quickly find a boyfriend, or else my cousin will beat me to it, at the rate she's going. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home, and felt like going out, so last minute dinner with Zhu! :D Went to town to collect my magazine first, before heading to the food court for dinner. We were chatting, and then since I'm going to Tampines NTUC after that, we decided that I'll go to her place to get something I wanted. But the thing is, still CNY right? And her parents are home. I told her that she was said nvm, she'll pass me her oranges. I thought she was joking! When we reached her door step, she told me to wait and went in to get oranges for me! She couldnt find nice ones lying around, so she got them from her fridge, and they're cold! I could &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; keep a straight face when I was greeting her parents. Her mother still 'wah, you came?' and quickly looked for oranges to 'return' to me! Zhu told me that her father probably knew and was hum chio-ing while reading his papers. The mother probably was playing along with me also. Cant have not noticed anything when the oranges I offered were cold right! What's more, I got a pretty big ang bao from Zhu's mum still! &amp;lt;33 Most epic bai nian episode in my whole life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to another of my Dad's friend's place today. This one's at Sentosa Cove. Lol. Again I say, rich people are rich. This one had a personalised valet service wth. Then those who cannot have their car parked inside the area has to park their car at the multi story carpark outside. Then got buggy send them in. Of course also got lion dance. Toilet attached to every room, where the tap water runs like a fountain, and every bathtub has a jacuzzi function. Swimming pool, and a karaoke room bigger than my room shared with 2 siblings wth. Amazing view, wherever you are standing. And the cars. 1 Aston Martin and 1 Ferrari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was telling my bro if every socializing event is like that, I'll go to every one just to see the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents had a wedding dinner to go to after that so we had an option of not going cos they had to leave early, but it's at Sentosa Cove, so we decided to come and take a look at the place. Stayed to finish our food even after they left. Hahahaha. Hung around a bit before leaving. Dad's friend sent us out to Vivo, with an MP in the car. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've said, time flies. Thursday's my birthday already. 21st birthday! But my mother more excited than I am. Hahahaha. Asked me quite a few times what I wanna do, and suggested a gathering, but I was like, 'NO. I cannot handle so many groups of friends at the same time.' Hahahaha. And then the next thing I know, she booked a restaurant at MBS. Just family, but she invited my aunts and uncles and also cousins. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her my cake choice, so hopefully I hope that even if the dinner somehow fails, as long as I get my cake, I'll be happy. :D Most research I've done for a cake. xD And also, to make this birthday a little more special, I'll be making jelly for the kids! :DD Because cupcakes are too mainstream. :P Also because they're a huge mess, and I'm seriously sick and tired of hearing the aunties in school complain everytime they are doing the cleaning up. And if possible, I'm gonna write their names on the jellies. We'll see how this goes. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8474009194054937269?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8474009194054937269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8474009194054937269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8474009194054937269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8474009194054937269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2012/02/went-out-with-kelly-and-willie-last.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65t_mmbdvZM/Ty1YwiG5eTI/AAAAAAAABzg/aHormlDfLFQ/s72-c/403189_10150508776268775_596713774_8882146_446131012_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-2334473656398051957</id><published>2012-01-28T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:32:31.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 CNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously love this kid. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDCGBUbGmsk/TyLT_ePwlCI/AAAAAAAAByw/wnHi6eVMzCg/s1600/IMG_2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDCGBUbGmsk/TyLT_ePwlCI/AAAAAAAAByw/wnHi6eVMzCg/s400/IMG_2942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702353165608850466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair of glasses, I bought at Bugis street and am intending to attach degree-ed lenses to it one day. Been wearing contacts these days, so I wore it since it's got no lenses. Everyone else was sleeping, and this fella, as usual, didnt want to sleep. So I played around with him, and asked him to wear it. CUTE OR CUTE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nss5OhdMP1E/TyLT_iF2ttI/AAAAAAAABy4/uPmi1NkfWK8/s1600/IMG_2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nss5OhdMP1E/TyLT_iF2ttI/AAAAAAAABy4/uPmi1NkfWK8/s400/IMG_2953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702353166641051346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes are a slit. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Happy Lunar New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Places I go to bai nian each year getting lesser and lesser. This year only 3 places on the first day. My dad needs to go to the outlets which are open to give ang bao, and that's 11 outlets itself. Nearly 4 times more than where I go to bai nian. -.-  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day was just lunch at home, dilly dally, then went to 2 temples to bai bai with my aunts' and uncle's families. My uncle from China came back with his family to spend the new year this year. &amp;lt;3 Had chicken rice nearby the second temple, which turned out to be run (kinda, he's a staff) my dad's staff's husband. After that went to my granduncle's place, the various outlets, maternal grandma's place for dinner, and then great grandmother's place, but she slept already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was somewhat a yearly tradition to go catch a movie on the first night after we were done with everything, but since we finished this year late, no movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 is awesome. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Cheng's place for lunch and to meet up with Kelly, Joanne, Cheng, Brice and the twins. Cheng and Kelly came to the station to pick me and well, they were surprised to see what I was wearing. Hahaha. A couple pictures later. Had pizza for lunch, and we just sat around slacking, listening to songs for a while before heading to Liying's place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had quite the welcome. Was the last one to go in, but Liying saw me earlier, and told Kelly who was in front of me to wait, and then came and gave me such a big hug. Hahaha. Her place was full of people from her Dad's company! We all retreated to her room to enjoy air con and chat, caught up. And took lots of photos. Hahahaha. Here are the couple I mentioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUkmQb5bqN4/TyzIEcXShdI/AAAAAAAABzU/yZYBNRCeZpE/s1600/407754_259807534092025_100001883402749_662606_2145838129_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUkmQb5bqN4/TyzIEcXShdI/AAAAAAAABzU/yZYBNRCeZpE/s400/407754_259807534092025_100001883402749_662606_2145838129_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705154806630483410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZtUPV7kxe8/TyzIEMgKUXI/AAAAAAAABzI/0HvgZqLimdw/s1600/431240_10150519925077921_656682920_9045567_1272894604_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZtUPV7kxe8/TyzIEMgKUXI/AAAAAAAABzI/0HvgZqLimdw/s400/431240_10150519925077921_656682920_9045567_1272894604_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705154802372727154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly said I look a lot more mature wearing those clothes. Hahahaha. Apparently Brice bet that I was wearing jeans before they left, so they were all surprised. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed and had dinner, karaoke-ed, and left at about 11? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to work the next day, and was supposed to meet Zhu for (reunion) dinner, but in the end I went to Sentosa to look for my mum and uncle they all. She was lazy to get out of her couch anyway. xD Went to Sentosa after work, in long pants. Basket damn hot sia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday went home before going to my Dad's friend's place. THE PLACE IS DAMN FREAKING BIG. At least twice the size my place! And it's not just one house. It's one (as my Dad says) block, with a swimming pool in the middle, and then another block. Every room there comes with a walk-in closet and toilet. And there's a little gym, sauna room, karaoke room, and this hall of worship (Buddhist family). 3 family members, 4 maids, and a weekend house for the son and his family. Boss of MTM, the customised facial company (or something like that). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously just went WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF for at least the first 20 minutes I was there. My sis told me to chill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best thing is, the ang baos I got there, though only 3, already added up to $38. The first ang bao we got was $18! Rich people are rich. Last 10 minutes I was there, I saw Liying parents. Hahahaha. Went over to the mum to confirm by asking if she has a daughter called Liying. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to JB to my aunt's place on Saturday evening. Mostly my mum's side's relatives, some of whom I've never met before. Lol. And my aunt's and uncle's relatives and friends. Went over because they were gonna play with firecrackers and fireworks! Went to Jusco and various places to help get food first. Then they started playing with the little fireworks. I got bored after a while, and told my mum to leave earlier. Lol. The next thing I know, some of them gathered at a table and started playing blackjack. she placed a bet on the table and asked me to play for her. Asked her why she's encouraging her daughter to gamble and she told me not to tell my father. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then slowly, she entered the game herself, and started supplying me with money to gamble. Hahahaha. Winnings and losses are on her, but she won a bit in the end and gave me 10 bucks. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere in the middle of gambling, the fireworks started! These are the normal huge ones we see during NDP etc. Only difference is we have this all to ourselves. It's awesome. I loved it. Pictures and videos in my phone, lazy transfer. xD &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/11140224-2334473656398051957?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2334473656398051957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=2334473656398051957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2334473656398051957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2334473656398051957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-seriously-love-this-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDCGBUbGmsk/TyLT_ePwlCI/AAAAAAAAByw/wnHi6eVMzCg/s72-c/IMG_2942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-632409753123352638</id><published>2012-01-20T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:17:06.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A meaningless post to get rid of the last post so that the posts box doesnt look so enlarged (on Chrome at least). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so maybe it's not that meaningless afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-632409753123352638?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/632409753123352638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=632409753123352638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/632409753123352638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/632409753123352638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/meaningless-post-to-get-rid-of-last.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-953411333389914205</id><published>2012-01-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:15:51.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everytime I say I wanna do a quick post, it ends up being a long one, and I end up sleeping late. I am limiting myself to 20minutes this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaent blogged for a couple weeks. Well, nothing much happened anyway, except since last Wed. Hahahaha. Went to Ikea at Tampines with Kelly cos she wanted to look at stuff, and I wanted to have Ikea meatballs! Best part of the day? Walking back from Tampines interchange to the MRT station to go home, and ended up meeting Zhu. ,33 So we sat at Starbucks for the next 1.5hours chatting and catching up. Love coincidental meetings with loved ones. Felt so good to chill and catch up without intentionally meeting up. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the spent the next night at her place. xD Which was something we already decided to do for a while. (: Went to her place on Thursday night, stayed the night and the next day, so I didnt go to work on Fri. We cooked pasta for lunch. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I go on, my work. Working at a childcare centre being a relief assistant teacher now. Dealing with kids again, just a much younger group now. xD 3-4 years old? N1. KIDS ARE CUTE. There's this mixed kid, ang moh and Japanese. DAMN CUTE AND GUAI. William! Often called just Liam. Favourite boy! (Actually almost everyone's favourite. xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-R5n919JI8/TxhKR9-VF1I/AAAAAAAABxs/0aETjEHr7Fc/s1600/IMG_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-R5n919JI8/TxhKR9-VF1I/AAAAAAAABxs/0aETjEHr7Fc/s400/IMG_2573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699387000991586130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the teacher told him to smile cos she saw me taking pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_If0I7bJNko/TxhKSPTfFJI/AAAAAAAABx4/mebo0s9ruUA/s1600/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_If0I7bJNko/TxhKSPTfFJI/AAAAAAAABx4/mebo0s9ruUA/s400/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699387005643723922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CUTE OR CUTE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's Justin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QtD0BpB7qE/TxhKSZrdGzI/AAAAAAAAByI/q_wipt6VZWA/s1600/IMG_2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9QtD0BpB7qE/TxhKSZrdGzI/AAAAAAAAByI/q_wipt6VZWA/s400/IMG_2591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699387008428612402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mix of Chinese and Malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma Chan (we have another Emma with a different surname).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mP24z9afhYo/TxhKTVpXGaI/AAAAAAAAByQ/OIcZsC1faZ4/s1600/IMG_2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mP24z9afhYo/TxhKTVpXGaI/AAAAAAAAByQ/OIcZsC1faZ4/s400/IMG_2595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699387024525957538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerath! (But I'm not sure of the spelling. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;) This is one cheeky boy. BUT SO CUDDLY AND CUTE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2zmXgtV3_Q/TxhKTqNYLuI/AAAAAAAAByc/7INyTiX4-Lg/s1600/IMG_2678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2zmXgtV3_Q/TxhKTqNYLuI/AAAAAAAAByc/7INyTiX4-Lg/s400/IMG_2678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699387030045732578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's pouting because I was playing with him and didnt want to give him his toy. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other Emma is actually the daughter of a local actress I cant remember the name of. ): SHE IS DAMN PRETTY. AND HOT. She has 2 kids, but totally doesnt look like it! I cant help staring everytime she comes to pick Emma. TOO PRETTY. *.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, more kids photos next time. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best parts of the job? Lunch is provided, and transport costs can be saved cos I can walk over. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday went out with Willie for dinner and movie. Both movie and dinner was damn good! No wonder that place had so many awards. If it was more affordable, you'd see me going there so often. T.T Movie was Sarah's Key. It was released a couple years ago actually, but Cathay was showing it as some collection thing and we went to catch. (Y)(Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Anna on Sunday to catch up and buy stuff. (: And then Monday went to PS to have dinner with another friend. Almost a whole week of great catching up. &amp;lt;33 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to town 6 out of 7 days a week last week. &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY coming in 3 days and I've yet to get my new year clothes. Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10minutes past the time I said. Well... I was tumblring. Doesnt count. xD Nights! &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-953411333389914205?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/953411333389914205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=953411333389914205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/953411333389914205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/953411333389914205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/everytime-i-say-i-wanna-do-quick-post.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-R5n919JI8/TxhKR9-VF1I/AAAAAAAABxs/0aETjEHr7Fc/s72-c/IMG_2573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-5970806011377077831</id><published>2012-01-02T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T03:01:19.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The forth day of the new year has arrived. First day plus reflections (?) of 2011 = long wordy post. Proceed at own risk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept through midnight while on the plane. Lol. My bro woke me up to wish me Happy New Year but I ignored him and went back to sleep. Ahahaha. After that when we were still in the sky gonna land, we saw fireworks! From the sky! Which is actually not as awesome as it might sound. Because you're too far up and they only look like sparks! Hahaha. Fireworks are still nicer seen on the ground. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home, unpacked a little and then went over to my uncle's place for supper because my cousins were having a BBQ with their friends over. Stayed there till almost 3 before going back. My uncle kept Baileys for me, and I drank too much too fast before going home. Heart thumped so fast and hard it was scary. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Slept at almost 4 when I couldnt take it anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept till 12.30, or maybe 1. Woke up, used com for a bit, watched dramas, and then cousins came over to give us instructions for BBQ at night. Hahahaha. Didnt go out until 4+ to get the drinks and dessert we were supposed to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it was BBQ at night. Awesome much. Everyone on my father's side in Singapore was here. And my grandma and uncle from my mother's side came over. Us 3rd generation (counting from my grandmother) will probably always refer to ourselves as kids no matter how old. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the things we did with our food; Bacon Weave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/401414_10150450958868775_596713774_8686252_333374897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/401414_10150450958868775_596713774_8686252_333374897_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 717px; height: 960px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which we selfishly brought to the kitchen (together with prawns) to devour it ourselves because we've been doing almost all of the work and not eating while the adults have been eating and eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ended at 10+ 11+? Slacked for a while, and my cousin came upstairs saying want to go to the park. And off we went. At 12.30. :D Went to the fitness park behind my house, and just slacked around there. While we're not very close-until-we-share-secrets-and-our-life-details all the time, other than 2 or 3 who are closer, these kinds of impromptu random group times are appreciated. Sure, maybe we can be closer and stuff, that might be better. But I'm happy the way it is. Just hang out together, watch the boys do this and that and trying for ourselves, complain about stuff (like our parents), and if there's an adult around ignore that person together lol. Good times. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of my 2012 is pretty okay. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And 2011? Pretty darn awesome. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- New friendships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think most significant are my tumblr girls - Ev, Lea and Pauline. It's been what, maybe 8 or 9 months? I never thought that our friendship over the net like that would have lasted so long! And it's not just the 'hi how are you doing and bye' type I have with a few other friends/acquaintances on Tumblr/Twiter. It's the incessant spamming on Twitter and Whatsapp and MSN + actually traveling overseas to meet each other! Except for Lea. And Pauline's in Sg anyway. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pauline's just... talks a lot. I'll never forget the time I met up for dinner with her, and she's just talking 98% of the time while I'm just nodding away, making a few comments and sounds to show that I'm listening. xD Ev and I are really really really similar. In terms of thoughts, views, attitudes, and even personality. So many times I've chatted with her, and we're both 'YES. I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.' She's type 9 too. XD And we're both the quiet type. Happy to just sit there together instead of having to purposely find topics to talk about. And we both express better in writing too. xD Lea is just a bundle of joy. She's always so cheery and high! LOL. And the chatty type too. Always thought that one day the 4 of us finally meet up together, Pauline and Lea will be chatting a lot happily away while Ev and I will just stay back to listen to them chat. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a bunch of friends I can actually imagine myself flying out to meet them again, going to Japan or wherever else for a holiday together, and flying to respective countries when they're getting married or something. LOL. That's still in the far future, and yes, realistically speaking, it might not happen in the end. But now, I can imagine myself doing that. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, friends from NZ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat, Sui Kya, Ikmal, Alyssa, Sheila, Fiona, Lisa + others who I'm not so close with - Felicia, Amy(s), Mizuki, the guys - JJ, Alann, Vince, Kenyon. All are Asians except Kenyon. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New life, new friends. I've known them for almost half a year, but I'm not very close to them (yet). Well, other than Nat. She's the closest. We will always be sending smses to each other in the middle of the night (despite staying at only opposite ends of the same floor) asking, 'hungry? Makan?' 'Okay, see you at the common room in 10.' And then eating mee goreng and having sharing sessions sometimes. And pulling me to plays and shows together with JJ and Alyssa sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sui Kya's really nice and friendly. 2 years younger than me (I think. Or 1.), but she's been in NZ for 3 or 4 years already, so she's always telling me about this and that, and asking me out for shopping, and telling me where the places to eat are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ikmal's the friendliest of the lot! He's the one who is friends with almost everyone else I know too, cause he knows Lisa, Sheila and Fiona, and staying at the same hostel means knowing Nat, JJ and all too, and having meals together sometimes. He too, asks me out to accompany him go town sometimes, and when we are meeting the 3 girls, we'll go together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are others, but I'm not going to elaborate. Probs boring anyone who is reading this. I dont know how all these friendships are going to turn out, but I genuinely hope that they will become something and last. (: And yes, I should make more Kiwis friends since I'm there. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current friendships? Some are still the same, some have drifted, and some have become closer. To tell the truth, ever since I came back from NZ, I felt more distant. Like there is a gap. After a while, I didnt feel it as much for a few, but some still as distant. The friendships that drifted, I dont feel much loss though. I mean, it's gotta mean something if it's drifted; that no one tried doing anything to salvage the relationship means something right? To me, I always feel that if something is meant to be, in this case friendship, then no matter how long you dont talk or contact, when you finally do, nothing feels out of place. Of course, I'm thankful for the ones that I have grown closer to. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- New life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namely uni life, in NZ. I'll say, the first thing I missed was the internet at home. School network sucks max, argh. And my download sites blocked. ): Cant say I missed home very frequently, but I did miss being able to call friends out whenever I wanted when I was here, missed having late night phone calls, missed the company and friends I had back home sometimes. Not saying that I missed home less. I just... missed everything only occasionally. Oh wait, I did miss the food. :D And the cheap food prices here. T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me heartless for not missing home, but that's just the way I am. And I do relish the new experiences/independence/freedom that come with being alone overseas too. Had to do my own chores - laundry, cleaning, cooking when I'm back in Feb. Nope, I'm not complaining. I like it. After all, it's just what I have to do myself since I'm alone overseas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, school. I didnt realise it until after sometime, but it wasnt the normal kind of uni within a compound and with those large grass patches you see on TV with students lying in the sun and having picnics and stuff. Pretty much just brick buildings on both side a main road with construction going on here and there, a cemetery beside it, and a damn great view of the city + sea+ mountains from the library. Lessons-wise, it's almost like a repeat of poly, except I walk to school now. Going to lecs/tuts, going home when we're done. Dont hang around much in school, much less make friends from Uni. But yes, everyone is more open in lectures and tutorials; you hear lecturers curse occasionally, tutors teaching you how to cheat in exams (never gonna forget that), you hear more open and opinionated comments from students, a lot independent learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe actually having friends in Uni will make it a better place, but I aint complaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Traveling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Australia (Melb + Sydney), NZ, Vietnam (Hanoi, Sa Pa, Hue, Hoi An, Dalat, Ho Chi Minh) and Taiwan (Taipei, Tainan, Gaoxiong). I dont need to say much; I am really blessed and lucky. I've seen so much this year, especially in Vietnam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From my Vietnam and Taiwan trips, I realised that tourguides play a huge part in whether you enjoy your trip or not. Hahaha. I had 2 tourguides while I was in Vietnam, and it'll suffice to say I had a mini crush on my Sa Pa tourguide. xDD Which I realised only after I left Sa Pa and was emphasized because my next tourguide was older and bleh. I say first, even my cousin agreed that our Sa Pa tourguide was better okay! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tourguides I had in Taiwan, there was this lady who was too cheerful. Too cheerful to a fault. While my parents and grandmothers will walk and chat with her, us 3 kids are just running ahead trying to get away from her. And she speaks like we're stupid. Thank God she was around for only half a day. Second tourguide we had damn freaking pro. We had a car ride for maybe about 3 hours? Bloody hell seriously talk for the whole time we were in the car from when we first started! I seriously take my hat off him. First talked about Taiwan's history and then finish already talk about politics and government cos elections were coming up. Towards the end, he was telling us about how he has only 1 child because his wife is afraid of going through labour pains again, and he was afraid of going through the whole labour process with his wife again. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now it's 2012 already. Well, I seriously hope the world isnt ending. I dont wanna die in NZ! I want to at least come back to Sg and eat everything again before dying. D: And go to Japan one more time! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried uploading pics but they wont. ): Maybe next time. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, good night! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-5970806011377077831?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5970806011377077831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=5970806011377077831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5970806011377077831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5970806011377077831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2012/01/forth-day-of-new-year-has-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-5600233558597090531</id><published>2011-12-31T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:10:22.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had posts from NZ, a post or 2 from Vietnam, so one more from Taiwan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year in advance, guys! Since my midnight will be spent on the plane. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've had had fun, of course. But I'm done traveling for now. It's so tiring to be in the car for so long! I gradually grew more and more irritated the last few days we travelled in the car. I know I shouldnt complain, being so lucky to be able to travel so much (I was overseas for 3/4 of Dec!), but tiring is tiring. I did have 2 feet massages and 1 back massage though. :D And of course loads of shopping and eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought loads of mags (ARASHI!), a trenchcoat, a scarf, and 3 pairs of shoes. xD My sis got 4, so I dont think I'm that bad. xD A pair of boots to wear in NZ, a pair of heels and a pair of flats. Happy girl is happy. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping aside, loads of sightseeing, of course. Went to Taipei, Tainan, Gaoxiong, Taizhong, and then went back up to Taipei all the way up north. Time spent at Gaoxiong was spent outside the city, and the main purpose of going there is because there was some temple (Fuo Guang Shan) opening which my dad wanted to go to, and already planned with the FGS here in Sg. IT STRUCK ME THEN THAT MY DAD TRICKED US TO TAIWAN FOR THAT. And he denied it when I asked him but admitted it when my brother asked him lor basket. Spent Christmas and the Boxing in a temple. Not. Fun. At. All. But the second night the whole group went out for dinner and shopping at the lao jie there (where my sis and I bought 3 pairs of heels, 8 pairs of shoes and a long top for me in an hour!) and then went to this famous Po Po shaved ice place for dinner. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight's in 45minutes. Looking forward to going home, thought I'm 120% sure the first thing I'm complaining of when I land is the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-5600233558597090531?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5600233558597090531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=5600233558597090531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5600233558597090531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5600233558597090531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/ive-had-posts-from-nz-post-or-2-from.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-2816698164097632485</id><published>2011-12-21T07:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:18:54.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taiwan holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like that Vietnam post is not happening. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already in my plane to Taiwan now! But the plane is not taking off on time again. Taking jetstar there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probs sleeping the whole flight. Didn't sleep enough the past 2 nights. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Ev later at Xi Men Ding after I've put my things down at the hotel. Can't wait! :DDD The shopping we're gonna do! *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, finally moving soon. I'll see you guys next year! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-2816698164097632485?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2816698164097632485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=2816698164097632485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2816698164097632485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2816698164097632485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/looks-like-that-vietnam-post-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8838527903761796355</id><published>2011-12-20T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T02:54:01.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My attention span and discipline when it comes to work is seriously kanasai. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/028cca0f.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to finish up my work tonight, but suddenly Ev, Lea, Pauline and I had a sharing session over MSN. Hahaha. Mostly just Ev and Lea, plus a little of Pauline. I was, as usual, the listener. xD It was still fun, though I was just listening to what they've told me before, and just telling the others now. xD Lea asked me why I knew everyone's stories but no one knows mine. xD Also had a chat with Ev about friends and uni, mostly. Plus what we're gonna be doing in Taiwan! :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been back from Vietnam, I went out with the pigs the next day, last minute decision to join Kelly and Willie for a movie+late lunch and had dinner with Kelly since Willie had something else on on Saturday, a short brunch+chatting+shopping session with Zhu and Pauline on Sunday, dinner at night with family, and went out with Anna and Minghui for dinner at Tampines tonight. Jasmine was supposed to join us, but she wasnt feeling well. We took 3 polaroids, which took a really long time, cos we were just sitting there and waiting for people to come along to help us take. Ahahaha. I love the one I have. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/632c692f.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second vietnam post might or might not come before I leave for Taiwan. (I am obviously stating the obvious.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8838527903761796355?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8838527903761796355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8838527903761796355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8838527903761796355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8838527903761796355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-attention-span-and-discipline-when.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_028cca0f.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-9218307483304085950</id><published>2011-12-16T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T02:55:00.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Introducing... Natalie Tan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/For%20sharing/4a2a0829.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-9218307483304085950?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9218307483304085950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=9218307483304085950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/9218307483304085950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/9218307483304085950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/introducing.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/For%20sharing/th_4a2a0829.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-2128778876616126755</id><published>2011-12-15T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T04:42:32.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanoi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vietnam Holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello I'm back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was back yesterday afternoon! And a week later, I'm gonna be in Taiwan already. :3 Meeting Ev the day I land and she's gonna bring me around to food and Jap/JE places. I. CANT. WAIT. So excited at just the thought of it! :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vietnam trip was... really enjoyable. It definitely isnt as fun as if I were to go to Japan, because obviously, I'm biased. It wasnt exactly on my list of places I wanted to go, so I wasnt really 'YAY!' when I knew I was going, but of course, still excited to be going overseas nevertheless. The word 'fulfilling' came to mind, but it wasnt really exactly that too, though this trip has definitely opened my eyes to lots of things I dont get to see in Singapore, and a lot of things that I normally see only in pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.30am and I'm seriously contemplating whether to blog about my trip now because 1) it's gonna take a long time including uploading pictures, 2) I'll probably never do it if I dont do it now. Okay, I shall compromise the 2 options and do a short&lt;s&gt;er&lt;/s&gt; one with some pictures (worth a thousands words each). Pictures will be inserted randomly in the middle of paragraphs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, free and easy! We stayed at a hotel called Sunshine Suites (hotel room)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/814160cc.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FIRST HOTEL I SEE GOT COMPUTER IN THE ROOM.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/51373665.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(room toilet - DAMN FREAKING HIGH TECH, the shower part. Can play radio, and there's even a sauna function!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/32e3dc56.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the Old Quarters of Hanoi (view from hotel entrance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/3d09e664.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the agency - which was just a few doors down - for payment and asked for directions and places to go eat. In Vietnam, of course must try the beef noodles called Pho (pronounced 'fur' but it's still 'fo' when I read it silently). Went to the stall recommended but it was closed, so we wandered about and randomly settled on a restaurant cos we were hungry already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/fec36f20.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their hotpot? Not exactly, cos we're supposed to spoon the soup/gravy into our bowl instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/ae7b90ee.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More food! There was also something satay like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/01482376.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/5e58c12a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter demonstrating how to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/83c5df04.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate until damn full! But shiok. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next destination, Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/36e713e6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum, where we spent only half an hour in and didnt manage to cover everything. They didnt tell us what time they were closing when we bought the tickets. -.- And it closed damn early! Like 4 or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/ce85ba60.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple displays in the museum I found intriguing/interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/fa468c38.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/ceaf414a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we made our way to the Temple of Literature, where the princes and consorts studied at. If they did well and earned a post, they had their names carved onto stone walls. We walked there, and passed by a local market on the way. The stalls there are all by a road, and bikes just come in to buy what they need. Just ride up to the stall, buy and go. Dont even get off their bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/c1894bc1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sell both live and dead fish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/ca7da45a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw dog meat there too. :X Was wondering whether to post the picture, but nvm, shall not. Lots of dogs in Vietnam everywhere, but in the north, they keep a dog to kill and eat next time. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buildings in Vietnam are mostly only 4 meters wide per unit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/eb538203.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a long walk to the Temple of Literature, but it was closed by the time we walked there. It was drizzling while we were walking there too! But I guess at least that gave us the chance to walk through the market to take a look at the place. Saw Pappa Roti too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/4fb5a859.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what we saw outside the Temple of Literature though, it is very Chinese influenced. The buildings are very much like those in China, even the palaces in other places we went to. But it's much more spectacular in China. In that sense, Vietnam was pretty meh. Also, they use Chinese characters, but they have their own pronunciation. There are also many words that sound similar to Chinese, or the various chinese dialects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to our hotel for a rest before going out again. We were buying something nearby, and I saw this painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/a883006a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it very much. The green is really bright and vibrant. And it's not just a simple painting. It's the dabbing type, where it's not all flat, but kinda pops up. I really like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to where we had wanted to have Pho in the afternoon for dinner. DAMN GOOD AND CHEAP. It was just about $1.20! Can never find noodles at this price here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCGx2UHj1ZU/TukIJrLywyI/AAAAAAAABxU/Sk2C88yyBUY/s1600/P1030638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCGx2UHj1ZU/TukIJrLywyI/AAAAAAAABxU/Sk2C88yyBUY/s400/P1030638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686084966835995426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont like the smell of the place. Was either breathing through my mouth or holding my breathe while eating. The smell makes me puke. =/ Unfortunately, it's the same smell for every Pho place there, unless it's the open air type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, walked out to the main road to somewhere nearby for this water puppet show, which was supposedly really good. Before entering, we walked around too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/f8ccc589.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have shops selling propaganda posters! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/297ab6b5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the stage for the water puppet show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/dafb2ab3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water puppet shows are definitely something more interesting, since you dont see it often. Unfortunately, it was only in Vietnamese, so we didnt understand anything also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of day one. So much for a short one. This is only day 1! LOL. And it's 4.40am already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this post here anyway. Pictures are still uploading on Photobucket, so I might do up my second day one first anyway. If I finish it fast, I'll publish too. For now, bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-2128778876616126755?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2128778876616126755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=2128778876616126755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2128778876616126755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2128778876616126755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-im-back-was-back-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/Vietnam%202011/th_814160cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-7903973603051054034</id><published>2011-12-03T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T20:23:16.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vietnam Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halong Bay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO HELLO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only my third day here so far, but I feel like I've been here for a long time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Just came back from Halong bay, and we're resting at the hotel before going out for dinner.&lt;/s&gt; At time of posting, done with dinner! Waiting for the bus to come to pick us now. Train ride to Sa Pa later! So we're spending the night on the train! We're reaching the place at 4am, so we won't be having much sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, first night @ hotel, second night on a ship and third night on a train. Not bad, not bad. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was free and easy. Put our bags down in the hotel and then went walking around the area. Lunch was pretty fantastic. LOADS of food. Plate after plate, our table was so squeezed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a few places in the afternoon before coming back to rest a bit then went out for dinner. Beef noodles. Omnomnomnomnomnom. (Y)(Y) except the store smell pretty much grossed me out. :x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, cruise to Halong bay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it! If not for the place itself, for the company too. Awesome people on board. A group of 4 Holland people, 2 of them are a couple, and the boyfriend's bro (who I think is cute with his nerdy specs :3) and friend are with them. The bro and friend have been travelling for some time, and will be travelling for about 4 months. Will be going to New Zealand too. Interesting group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the caves in the afternoon (nice but not the best I've seen) and then we were given a choice of kayaking or more climbing. The group of four went kayaking, and so did I. I kayaked alone. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise was for 2 days 1 night, and in the night, they were on the top deck playing guitar! The bro brought a guitar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were there playing their guitar while I was sitting at the other side of the deck staring into the sky and listening to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, this other couple came up and joined them. They don't have kids, and actually took a whole year off to go on a holiday! Quit their jobs and all. *salute* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt came up to chat with me for a bit, and I joined the whole group after she left. Sat next to the friend among the 4. Friendly and nice guy! Asked me if I wanted his friend (the bro) to play any song. xD But I like the other guy better now. So nice. :D XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the weather here now is damn nice. Cooling. :DD low 20s. But that's here in Hanoi. Probs mid 10s to low 20s in the bay? Was wearing a shirt, thick jacket and shorts up on the bay. Damn shiok. Kinda like NZ weather all over again. Plus breeze. Nice. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And angmohs being angmohs, their concept of... Privacy? Touching? Is different from us. Lol. When I was chatting with the guy, he suddenly touched my calf (I was sitting cross legged) and asked if I'm cold or not. He did it so naturally, like it was nothing, that I answered him no before realizing that he actually did that! Ohhhhhkayyyyyy. But he didn't do anything else, so I doubt he meant anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of them left the next day on another boat because they are staying for another night. Didn't realize until they were gone so I couldn't say bye. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, my mouth area is sunburnt. Nowhere else, except my mouth. How the hell does that even happen!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all so far. Gonna be in Sa Pa for a couple days, and then I don't know where else after. Update again when I can! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-7903973603051054034?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7903973603051054034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=7903973603051054034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7903973603051054034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7903973603051054034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-hello-hello-its-only-my-third-day.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-7954635844118069053</id><published>2011-12-01T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T03:08:38.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally had crab on Sunday night! 3 types of crab at that! xD &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad had a friend and business associate over, and so we had dinner. And for some reason, we went to the Jumbo at Dempsy. I was wondering why the hell at Dempsy, why not East Coast? I know why now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food that night was damn freaking shiok. Chili crab, black pepper crab, butter crab plus the mantou. THE MANTOU WAS DAMN GOOD. (Y)(Y) Lobster, bamboo clams, scallop + broccoli, and quite a few other dishes I dont remember what. I do remember having satay there though. Wa lao. Most high classed satay I've had my whole life for sure. BUT SO GOOD. The meat was so tender and soft! Damn shiok. (Y) My father needs to have his friends over more often. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This friend is from the US, so he brought him around town to look at the Xmas lights and such after dinner. My siblings and I tagged along. 2nd round of sightseeing for me the same week. xD Drove down Orchard, and then went to MBS. Wanted to go up to the sky garden (?) but it was gonna close in half an hour, and it costs $20 bucks each, so we didnt. After that went to Boat Quay to take a walk before sending his friend back to his hotel and then went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went down to BTW on Tues and stayed until around 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rare trip out with my siblings today. Brought my bro to TM to get contacts and some other stuff for myself. Sister tagged along cos Grandma sick, and wont be cooking dinner. So we thought off staying out until we've had dinner and then head home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6+ Willie smsed me to remind me got movie at night. Hahahaha. Left my siblings and headed to Bugis to meet him. Caught 'You're the Apple of my Eye', after hearing all the raves about it. Well-deserved raves, seriously. It's a really fantastic show. Damn sweet too! Quite sure I would have cried a bit if they didnt add comedic effects at the last part. For me to cry over a drama/movie is something okay! I almost never, even in those that people claim they cried buckets over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had late dinner (shrooms burger) after the show, and went around looking for my travel pack shampoo and conditioner but cannot find. ): Bought chewy junior and then came home. And then started packing. Forever the last minute packer. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flight's in 5 hours. Oh, for those I've not told, I'm off to Vietnam! For almost 2 weeks. Kinda a last minute decision cos of... certain issues. Going with my grandma, aunt and cousin. Coming back on the 13th. Going to Hanoi, Halong Bay, Ho Chi Min City and Sa Pa, among the few places we're going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then flying off again to Taiwan on the 21st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT VERY MUCH. Because Ev told me just now that she found JE official shops and she's gonna bring me around. I CANT WAIT. Yes, I'm gonna meet her again, this time in Taiwan. :DDD CANT WAIT. So excited!!! And then she also told me that Aiba's gonna be in Taiwn on 2nd Jan. WA LAO. I LEAVE ON THE 31ST LAH. I wanna stay for 2 more days now, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Aiba. ;__; He's gonna be there to promote a movie of his, wherein he doesnt appear at all, but is the narrator of the movie. Hahahahaha. I dont really care. Just wanna see him. Or any of Arashi. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Though I shall say, this is a pretty good year for me. 1 year 12 months, I'm away for nearly 5 months - 4 months in NZ, 2 weeks in Vietnam and 1 week in Taiwan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year? I'm gonna be away for 10 months. Probs not gonna be coming back at all when I go back end of Feb. Tell you all first. Dont later come and say I never say anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have slightly less than 2 hours of sleep to catch now. Ahahaha. Good night! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-7954635844118069053?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7954635844118069053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=7954635844118069053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7954635844118069053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7954635844118069053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-had-crab-on-sunday-night-3.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-5153687684442651916</id><published>2011-11-25T03:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T03:11:34.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ev&apos;s trip to Sg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karaoke'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Koped the pictures from Ev's tumblr, so pictures are... pretty large. xD You've gotta bear with it till this post disppears! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I miss Ev already. ): &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13161958761/1/tumblr_lv2nurShOs1r71k19" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1280px; height: 960px;" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13161958761/1/tumblr_lv2nurShOs1r71k19" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ev, I and Pauline @ Cash Studio @ Cuppage Plaza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent 6+ hours there just singing away! Mostly Arashi songs. xD And Japanese plus some English towards the end. We sang till we turned hoarse after that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13210544259/1/tumblr_lv4kciUdmu1r71k19" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 960px; height: 1280px;" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13210544259/1/tumblr_lv4kciUdmu1r71k19" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice Chino. And me. Of course, the focus is on Ice Chino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13161520977/1/tumblr_lv2n5wMELS1r71k19" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1280px; height: 960px;" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13161520977/1/tumblr_lv2n5wMELS1r71k19" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ev, I and Pauline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;USS! We went early, and were done with the place by 3+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13161422498/1/tumblr_lv2n071ZhJ1r71k19" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1280px; height: 960px;" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13161422498/1/tumblr_lv2n071ZhJ1r71k19" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TRANSFORMERS RIDE IS AWESOME. AWESOME MAX. I SWEAR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not officially open, but we can go in to take the ride, just that the might close or stop it anytime to do technical checks. The first time we were there, they were doing checks, so we left, and then went back again later to ride it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWESOME. It's like those kind where you sit in a car/carriage, and they move you about. Except in this, you're really moving about instead of only on the spot, and you've got to wear 3D glasses. So the effects were damn real. IT'S DAMN GOOD. IT'S ONE OF MY FAVOURITE RIDES EVER NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I took both Battlestar rides this time! The other time, I took only the red one, and was shaken enough to not take the blue one. This time, I took the blue one first, so at least I'd have taken it, in case I dont dare to ride the next one. Maybe because I remembered the red one to be damn scary the other time, the blue one felt like a breeze to me. Lmao. Even better, when I took the red one later on, it wasnt as scary to me anymore either. lol. Totally just enjoying the wind and scenery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I go on, Ev's turn to come over this time! :D Arrived on Sunday, and leaving tmr already. ): Stayed at my place, as I did when I was in Sydney. Went out to this really good zi char place outside my place after she put her things down at my place. Then went to Pauline's place for a while. Skyped with Lea while we were there! She was all awkward cos it was her first time skyping with us, and there was like 3 of us against her. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we got up early and went to Kallang to meet Pauline, and then went to Boon Kheng Hawker Center for breakfast. Headed to USS after that. Went to take all the fun rides first. Went to Water World last. The last time I was there, my left and right were splashed with water. I was sitting there comfortably all dry. This time, I was almost soaked! But still fun, and it was still as awesome. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to Clarke Quay with the intention to go eat bak kuh teh, but it was closed. ): So went to the chicken rice place nearby instead. After that, walked to Merlion. And because Aiba ever did it, any Arashi fan will do too. As did Ev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13161750460/1/tumblr_lv2niyhNl31r71k19" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13161750460/1/tumblr_lv2niyhNl31r71k19" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1280px; height: 960px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it a few years ago. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Pauline went home to change shoes while I brought Ev to Kino and Koi at Bugis. xD And also to KFC to try the egg tart. Went to Bugis Street after Pauline was back. When we were done, we went to Bugis Junction basement for dinner. Had Lontong and Milo Dino for Ev to try. Which she said lontong tasted weird. Hahaha. Sat there chatting and laughing away. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pauline and I started chatting about Korea stuff, and I was complaining to her how I think Korean cameramen are very stupid and retarded, because they dont record the main things, and how freaking irritating it is when they repeat a certain (re)action for 5 times. And then for some reason, after a while, I started saying carame instead of camera. And not just once! Quite a few times! Even when I was trying to correct myself. I gave up after a few times. ~.~ And then for some reason, I said numb as lumb. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we met at about 12.40, had lunch at Pontian and went for karaoke session! :D Sang for a solid 6+ hours! And it's only my 3rd ever K session. Though you probably wont see me sing so much, unless it's Arashi anyway. :P And here, for some reason, when I wanted to say Hamasaki Ayumi, I said hamayuki. -.-''  Went to 313 to walk walk a bit, and to see the xmas lights before heading to Kino at Taka. xD And then went to Lucky Plaza Ayam Penyet for dinner. Yummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13162510413/1/tumblr_lv2opgpDXk1r71k19" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/13162510413/1/tumblr_lv2opgpDXk1r71k19" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1280px; height: 960px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pauline went back to work the next day, so it was just Ev and I. Slept in. xD Went to Chinatown to buy her Bak Kuh Teh and walked about the place to take a look, and then when it started to rain, we headed to Liang court. Of course, at Liang Court means kino. xD And then took a bus to town. Went to Far East to shop a bit, and let her try Chippy's Mars Ball. There are 4, so we shared, 2 each. She ate her first one, and complained that it's too much already! After finishing her share, she said 'I've had enough of chocolate.' Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to head to Ion, but decided to check out Isetan basement, to see if they have the Hokkaido fair there then. We were in luck! There was! So we went around see what they have. :D Of course, tried whatever samples they offered too! Afterall, I was supposed to immerse Ev in our Singapore lifestyle, right? xD Cleverest thing we did though, because right after that, we were gonna have dinner with her godfamily. But after trying all the food, a bit too full to have proper dinner. Hahahaha. Dinner was damn expensive though. =/ It was at Taka, and the bill was like $600 or something? For 5 of us. CRAZY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Ion, and then MBS. After that headed to Bugis (again) to meet Pauline for... early supper. Hahahahaha. Sat there chatting for a while before leaving, because that's the last Pauline saw her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her flight's at about 12.30, so we went earlier, and brought her to Ya Kun to eat. She only had a bit of toast and the egg, cos she's gonna have food on the flight to Taiwan anyway. And then it's bye bye~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/0a54a679.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm gonna be there on her last day in Taiwan, so hopefully we might meet again before she leaves. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/11140224-5153687684442651916?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5153687684442651916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=5153687684442651916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5153687684442651916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5153687684442651916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-miss-ev-already.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_0a54a679.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8449069957261200298</id><published>2011-11-17T03:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T04:50:36.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things changed the short 4 months I was away. I gotta say, for some reason, I become closer to others only because their relationship with someone else took a hit. Lol. Though for some reason, I feel like... There's a gap now, with some. I dont know why. There's nothing to show. Not at all. It's just a feeling. Maybe it's just me. I dont know. I suddenly felt like there wasnt much meaning in coming back after all. And then I remembered that Eva is coming! She's arriving on Sunday afternoon, to be exact! :DD &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leadership camp was okay. Probably because I wasnt a part of it anyway. Went there just for fun. The first camp is still the best. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFISF0owX3k/TsQW3Pg8YEI/AAAAAAAABws/OCduHMrYbC8/s1600/IMG_2198%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFISF0owX3k/TsQW3Pg8YEI/AAAAAAAABws/OCduHMrYbC8/s400/IMG_2198%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675686568706990146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Packed up, left, and went back to office to unpack before heading to Lenas for lunch. And then went home to unload, and headed out in 15min to meet Cheryl to go prawning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught like 1 prawn in the first hour, but a lot more the next 2 hours. Best part is, everytime we caught a prawn, both of us didnt dare to hold it in our hands to unhook it. There was this pro uncle also prawning, and he helped us do it for the most part. And then when he left, one of the shop keepers helped us do it. xD There were a few times both of us wanted to try ourselves, and ended up making so much noise, that the shop keeper came to help us. After that, auto already. Everytime he saw us walking over to our net, he came over to help us unhook. xD Caught more than 10 in the end? It gets pretty addicting. xD And it was fun, catching up too! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first prawn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epnXKFZkvqg/TsQXYfh-v_I/AAAAAAAABw4/YDvU_T79jRw/s1600/IMG_2199%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epnXKFZkvqg/TsQXYfh-v_I/AAAAAAAABw4/YDvU_T79jRw/s400/IMG_2199%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675687139941990386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, headed to White Sands Pepper Lunch for dinner. THEY WERE PLAYING ARASHI SONGS! :DD I got all excited and was singing along while having dinner. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slacked at home on Tues, and went to the office to help Kelly in the office on Wed. Had lunch at Astons at Iluma, and then headed to office. Stayed until 7, and then headed to Liang Court cos I wanted to go to Kino. :3 Chatted with Kristy and Carine, and then headed to look for my Jap mags. xD Decided to reserve first cos they have their member sale starting from tmr. Went to the basement to look for food, and had a crepe each. Not full enough, and decided to go to the Bak Kut Teh place opposite central for proper dinner. Yummeh! :D And then we kinda just started chatting as we were finishing our food. Sat there for a while, and then decided to go to Central cos the place was closing. Best sharing session with Kelly yet. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister came back from Japan last night/early morning, and came back with these for me! (Cos I ask her to help me buy if not she not so nice.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlQ63PTnKxY/TsQXYm8tJyI/AAAAAAAABxI/tHubpn5vtUs/s1600/IMG_2202%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlQ63PTnKxY/TsQXYm8tJyI/AAAAAAAABxI/tHubpn5vtUs/s400/IMG_2202%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675687141933131554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The AU pamphlet on the right is for that AU CM I posted the other time. I was so happy when I saw it! :DD Really cannot emphasize enough how much I love their looks in that CM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at Parkway with Willie tonight, dinner with Zhu at Clementi on Friday night, and dinner with Anna on Saturday night! &amp;lt;33 Life's good. (: Oh! Just remembered I was asked to have dinner together at Bugis before set up for SK on Sunday. But Ev's coming. Evening flight. Guess I gotta miss it. Probably not going down to SK at all too, until maybe closing. Since Ev would have left already. Next week's all planned out while she's here! Sounding loads of fun! :DD Not to mention the Arashi flailing. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm off to sleep now. Nights! &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8449069957261200298?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8449069957261200298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8449069957261200298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8449069957261200298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8449069957261200298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-many-things-changed-short-4-months-i.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFISF0owX3k/TsQW3Pg8YEI/AAAAAAAABws/OCduHMrYbC8/s72-c/IMG_2198%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-9054302273582669368</id><published>2011-11-12T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:33:51.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sakurai Sho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sakumoto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MatsuJun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/41921f5b.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I COULD STARE AT THIS FOREVER. TOO CUTE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/87536244.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Sakumoto! Sho and Jun. My favourite pairing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfqCAlljPBc/Tr4qvuTFljI/AAAAAAAABwE/LTQw-tYTJQA/s1600/tumblr_luhlfngC3M1qk7mt8o1_r1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfqCAlljPBc/Tr4qvuTFljI/AAAAAAAABwE/LTQw-tYTJQA/s400/tumblr_luhlfngC3M1qk7mt8o1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674019579903710770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, I'll never get enough of these guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying over at leadership camp tonight. :D End of preview soon. Bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-9054302273582669368?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9054302273582669368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=9054302273582669368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/9054302273582669368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/9054302273582669368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-could-stare-at-this-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_41921f5b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-580075302291279581</id><published>2011-11-05T06:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T06:23:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last post from NZ for this year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting to board at Auckland international airport. Seriously, it'd be a freaking miracle if for once they actually fly on time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lugging 3 bags with me, plus I bought 1.5kg of honey. Total weight almost 17kg? And I checked in 29kg worth of stuff. About 6kg is honey? Hahaha. Luckily I'm taking the business class promotion this time. Else I'd be paying for baggage already. $15 a kilo! Took the same domestic flight as JJ and he kena. 9kg overweight. Had to pay $135. Sayang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chionged packing and cleaning of room, and I barely made it. Quite pro, I say. Nat came in and said that it was pretty miraculous. Ahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna crash for sure later. At least it's business class. Got space to sleep. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreading the weather back home. T.T still in the airport only I feel hot want to change to shorts already omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lazy blog already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU! :DD &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-580075302291279581?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/580075302291279581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=580075302291279581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/580075302291279581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/580075302291279581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-post-from-nz-for-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Auckland International Airport (null)</georss:featurename><georss:point>-37.005008 174.785278</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-961496378840801823</id><published>2011-11-02T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:37:51.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flying on Saturday, room's gotta be cleared by friday night, and I haven't started packing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so lazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone come help me pack please? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-961496378840801823?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/961496378840801823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=961496378840801823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/961496378840801823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/961496378840801823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/flying-on-saturday-rooms-gotta-be.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-334507286213517654</id><published>2011-10-30T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T02:57:38.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lying in bed not sleeping = blogging in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams were over since Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona's birthday dinner on Friday. Jap! :D the food was good too! Could have ordered alcohol but I didn't. I wonder why... It was a treat from Fiona too. She insisted on paying. Half of the group left earlier and paid behind her back, and she realised, she was actually really upset! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of us who stayed back got a treat. She refused to pass to anyone the bill when she got it. Lol. I saw it though. It was freaking $354! But the present Ikmal and I got for her slightly more than covered it lah. Hahahaha. That said, I haven't paid Ikmal back yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night was Esther's 21st, and we had Korean. Not bad ah, first Jap and then Korean. Hahaha. Most of them dressed up. We had a red riding hood, a female pirate, sailorman, sailorwoman, a devil, a few cats, and best, a slutty policewoman whose boobs are damn freaking big. I will post the pictures one day for you to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, half of us went home, while the other half went to town and painted the town red. I'm the guai half. *coughs* Ordered pizza tonight, and while having pizza and chatting away while sitting outside my room along the corridor, they were talking about what they did that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involved quite a lot of drinking, jumping into the sea, and loads of snogging, especially Esther. Apparently she went around kissing everyone, and tonguing with almost everyone, both guys &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; girls. One of them's gay too. But she was so drunk she doesn't remember that she did that! Seems like she lost her first kiss to a girl. Ahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's her birthday and she doesn't regret it. Anything goes~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was skyping with Zhu on sat night, and she told me that I sounded like I had a bit of an accent when I was thinking of what to say half way. Ahahhaha. I can't imagine myself having an accent though. Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for some reason, after coming back from Esther's dinner that night, when I went to find Nat, she and Kenyon were sitting outside in the corridor waiting for Catherine to show them some Irish dancing. And then from there, she started teaching us a little, and I don't know how that escalated to an Irish dance performance for the floor... ._. well, it looks like I might have some fun before I leave then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 MORE DAYS! :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed's Nat's birthday, and we'll be having lunch with the floor ppl and maybe a few others. That or a picnic. Not confirmed yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. ARASHI'S LATEST PV DAMN CUTE. Too bad I'm on my phone. Else I'll link it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of the boys in my life. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few weird dreams these couple nights. I know there are 3, but I can only remember 2. Lol. One's being forced to stay back by the boss. I don't know why though. LOL. The other's about dragging my packing for too long a time when I'm packing to come back, and thus I couldn't bring a lot of the food I had planned to. Haha! Now that I'm trying to remember, the last dream seemed to have Jun in it somehow... I remember thinking when I woke up 'Jun's pretty rare in my dreams'. Don't remember the details though. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall put down my phone already. Goodnight! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-334507286213517654?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/334507286213517654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=334507286213517654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/334507286213517654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/334507286213517654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/lying-in-bed-not-sleeping-blogging-in.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-534164659360538509</id><published>2011-10-26T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T04:34:53.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Statistics, you say? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/65395bf4.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/86b82695.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/83081664.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half tempted to change major (to something more linguistic *coughJapcough*) because of stats. And I'm gonna have to take research methods (read more and 'deeper' stats) for another 2 semesters. Omg. Kill me already. T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hey, Jun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/b2942259.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/edddf38a.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/d272653b.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/8e40f3a0.gif" border="0" alt="Jun bubble bath" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/e83b52cb.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/45bc2aa2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/39c9f0a7.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/5d61e588.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/34721768.gif" border="0" alt="Scene Concert Ohno Kiss Jun" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An attempt to cheer myself up. Deal with it. Another 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/29b0b803.gif" border="0" alt="Boy mess up Jun's hair" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/cfdc7102.gif" border="0" alt="Pigtail Jun" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make it 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/42182556.gif" border="0" alt="HnA Jun gives up" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/59e3320f.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-534164659360538509?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/534164659360538509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=534164659360538509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/534164659360538509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/534164659360538509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/statistics-you-say-half-tempted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_65395bf4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-6575825247673731051</id><published>2011-10-24T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:03:53.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.15 and I'm already in bed. So guai tonight. No, that's not proof that I sleep late everynight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this supposedly floor picnic this afternoon. Well... I'll just say it didn't leave me with very good impressions of my floormates. Those who went anyway. I dropped my phone somewhere where we were hanging around playing. I searched for it myself because I didn't want to spoil their fun and help me look. Best part is they left while I was still looking for it. Only Nat stayed back to help me find. She found it, thank God. This man with his 2 kids and dog found it and passed it to her when he saw her looking for something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we're not close, on account that we're floormates, is that not enough reason to help search for it, if not at least wait? If it were one of them, I'm very sure Nat and I would have done that. Oh and the picnic? Apparently they finished eating even before we came. Even Nat was -.- at them when she told me. And she's normally one who will speak up for others okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's done. I'm not gonna bother anymore. Only have a couple weeks with them left. Good riddance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind these couple of days are crazy. T.T it's saying quite a lot, seeing how the weather website has a wind cone instead of the normal sunny/rainy/cloudy picture. Pics below! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching a drama earlier. Been watching mainland-hk drama productions of late. Lol. One of the episodes had me crying the hardest because of a drama for the longest time. I couldn't believe it myself. Hahahhaa. These few chinese dramas are all the historical ones. Everytime I'm confused, google, and I've learnt quite a bit of Chinese history, I'd say. I'm even starting to think that the language is quite... Poetic? Meaningful? I like very much how speaking in 4 words can convey so much meaning. Hahhahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday last paper and I'm done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing. I'm coming home! On the 5th! Yay! :DD and I'll be heading to Taiwan for 10 days end of December, gonna be spending Xmas there, most of 31st and new year's on the plane. Hahahhaha. Also, Ev's gonna be coming over for a few days! Her turn to stay at my place this time! :3 and even more, I'll be seeing her for a day in Taiwan too! The day I reach, meet her for dinner and then she's going back the next day. Not bad sia. Meet her 3 times and all 3 times at different &lt;i&gt;countries&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PFd6YnQY_rI/TqViMijnElI/AAAAAAAABvU/5rPAaP100cQ/s640/blogger-image--312646844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PFd6YnQY_rI/TqViMijnElI/AAAAAAAABvU/5rPAaP100cQ/s640/blogger-image--312646844.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CJpmL59iesY/TqViN7HF29I/AAAAAAAABvc/21GEQHheVZo/s640/blogger-image-359794491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-CJpmL59iesY/TqViN7HF29I/AAAAAAAABvc/21GEQHheVZo/s640/blogger-image-359794491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6575825247673731051?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6575825247673731051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6575825247673731051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6575825247673731051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6575825247673731051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PFd6YnQY_rI/TqViMijnElI/AAAAAAAABvU/5rPAaP100cQ/s72-c/blogger-image--312646844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-5680107843270480499</id><published>2011-10-20T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:37:51.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had 2 dreams last night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 was someone lecturing me on what I was blogging about. -.- And I remembering thinking in the dream that 'yep, I knew this was coming.' And I resigned myself to fate and did what I was told. I remember feeling damn sad and sian. Ahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another dream seemed to be me on some mission where I had to bring something (food?) to someone else, and I kinda had a partner? If not someone popped out in the middle of nowhere to help me. And the whole time, there were dinosaurs chasing after me. T-rex somemore. Actually not exactly running or being chased also. Was hiding in some hole and it kept poking its head in. I think my helper killed the first one, and but there was one more after that. Dont remember whether I accomplished the mission or not in the end, though I think (if I remember correctly) I felt a sense of accomplishment at the end? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psych paper in 17 hours. Studying in the project room in the school library now with Nat and Paul, with Vince somewhere else in the library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck. Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-5680107843270480499?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5680107843270480499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=5680107843270480499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5680107843270480499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5680107843270480499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-had-2-dreams-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8987344764747309045</id><published>2011-10-18T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:31:37.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got woken up this morning (12.40pm) when Nat came into my room and sprawled across me horizontally. Hahahaha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed, headed off to Ikmal's birthday lunch at Nando's, which she couldnt make it last minute. It was... alright. Hahhahaa. If I were seated in the middle, I'd have known ppl on both my sides, one side Vince and Paul, the other side Sheila, Fiona and Kevin, but no, I was at the corner surrounded by people I dont know. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to new world to get toothpaste cos I've run out, and then ended up buying 2 boxes of oat bars cos they were on sale. And then an idea struck me, and decided to get Ikmal's favourite chocolate and 10 packets of Indo Mee as a birthday present shared between Nat and I. Food's always the practical present. xD Met Mizuki coincidentally while in new world, and so we chatted a bit. She's Japanese. :3 Here for foundation and then starting uni next year. She ended her exams since beginning of Oct lah! So there's nothing for her to do now. And so I asked her if she wanted to watch Japanese dramas/movies. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, had dinner, and then there was a little tutorial for psych for an hour and a half for whoever else is also taking the same course in the hostel. After that, went over to Mizuki's place with my 3 harddrives. xD She's staying in the hostel too, except that she's in an apartment, sharing with another 2 people. Ended up staying for nearly 3 hours because the transfer took sometime, and also because we were watching a few videos. :P She also pulled out a few mags for me to take a look. :D Of course, Arashi and various idols were in the conversation. xD She was damn amazed that I knew other groups including but not limited to Johnny's and that I could read some words and even when I was singing along to the songs I/she played. Ahahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got back, I went to Ikmal's room with Nat with his presents. Told Ikmal to wait outside while we hid the mee and choc all over his room. Which is not difficult, seeing how he had his things all over and a huge pile of clothes in a corner. His room is messier than mine; that says something. We stayed an hour, maybe a couple? Nat was telling me to go back early cos she wanted to sleep early, tmr need to wake up early. So I got up, and was ready to leave anytime. And then she sat down and they started chatting about all sorts of stuff! LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked about going home, about concerts, about how Sg gets so many better artists than Msia, about how if they want to tell others where Msia is, they need to ask if they know where Sg is, and then further up. This I didnt know. Hahahahaha. Ikmal then went on saying Sg is the hub of SEA (true) and very happening. Hahahaha. Then suddenly said the Marina Bay Sands hotels very nice, and I proceeded to tell him about how it's supposedly built on a cemetery and the 3 hotels were meant to represent joss sticks. He just kept staring at me the whole time, going 'REALLY?' Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like no need to study sia, like that, keep going to other people's rooms. Jialat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8987344764747309045?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8987344764747309045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8987344764747309045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8987344764747309045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8987344764747309045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/got-woken-up-this-morning-12.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-977133009576464041</id><published>2011-10-17T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:52:26.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner turned out not too bad. The fish they served was damn freaking good! It was soft and chewy. (Y)(Y) I had both umeshu and baileys tonight too! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chefs at teppanyaki always seem to have some sort of antics. These ones here... Threw bowls at us, and then we were supposed to use the bowls to catch &lt;i&gt;eggs&lt;/i&gt; thrown at us. And then he fried the eggs, cut up into tiny bits and flinged it at us, for us to catch in our mouths. And then he passed round an empty bowl, and we were supposed to use that to catch our own bowl of rice! So if you toppled the bowl, there goes your rice. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted a few pictures on fb. See that link at the side bar? That. For those kpo people but isn't my friend on fb, cos I lock almost everything up. I think most of the pictures there, I'd have posted here before... Don't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the bed at night not being able to sleep, always results in thinking about loads of stuff, and imagination running wild. I've always had the 'there wasn't anything much I could do anyway' attitude. But now thinking back, I think I damn freaking pro. Or as Cheryl might have put it, strong. Because as much as I really couldn't do anything anyway, I don't know how I did it either, being so... Nonchalant? I guess that's the pro side of being able to detach myself so easily from my feelings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely a person of little heartfelt words. First, I won't say anything unless I seriously mean it. I don't like humoring people for the sake of it. It's pointless to me. People are just going to wonder when I'm serious and when I'm just humoring them. Second, even then, I might not say anything at all. Like what my mum told me before, 'better to keep your mouth shut and let others think you're stupid than open your mouth to confirm it'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Ramblings of the night. And my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-977133009576464041?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/977133009576464041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=977133009576464041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/977133009576464041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/977133009576464041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/dinner-turned-out-not-too-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-1737265263595915211</id><published>2011-10-17T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:52:31.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the iPhone 4S is out. I didnt watch the trailer or anything, so I wasn't really awed by the waves SIRI seemed to be making. Until last night, I guess. Saw the trailer, and yes, it looked pretty awesome. And I saw this last night too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Bz-fmXX9QDI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is quite cute! 'I don't do knock knock jokes.' I ESPECIALLY LOVE THE 'How much wood could a wood chuck wood if a wood chuck could chuck wood?'!!!  IT ACTUALLY GAVE HIM AN ANSWER. WTH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then of course, we have the Singapore version. By our own mrbrown. I LOVE THIS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;iPhone 4SG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UDY9HiChArQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont mind getting this if it was seriously available in Sg. :D Was laughing my ass off when I was watching this in bed before sleeping. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Floor dinner tonight, and we're supposed to wear formal... What is this. Sian lah. Dont want to leh. I also dont really have any formal clothes. T.T And it's just teppanyaki... Need to go and ransack my cupboard and see got what to wear. Bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First paper this friday, last paper next wed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight floor dinner, tmr Ikmal's birthday lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week I have 2 birthday dinners consecutively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make myself sound so busy only. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, shall go ransack my cupboard already. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-1737265263595915211?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1737265263595915211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=1737265263595915211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1737265263595915211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1737265263595915211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-iphone-4s-is-out.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Bz-fmXX9QDI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-5411805301399220884</id><published>2011-10-06T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:10:28.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;This post is my form of procrastination from studying for tmr's psych tut.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat drags me to all sorts of things I'd ever go myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of which was this Islamic talk on Monday night organised by the Malaysian Muslims. Pretty sure it was because of the free dinner she mentioned... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I typed 2 paragraphs but I didnt know how to continue. All I shall say then, is that I left that talk rather pissed off. And because of that, though it may seem senseless and wrong, I do not like Islam. Mainly because of the fella who gave the talk, but because he was talking about the religion, it's rubbed on a negative effect on me about the religion now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why I'm pissed off is because he kept insisting that Islam is the only way to go, and even God is Muslim, a prophet of Islam. I mean, if that's your belief, fine. So be it. I'm not going to put my foot down and insist that he is not. I'm not even Christian. But no, when the few Christians in the room questioned him further, argued back, he just kept insisting fervently that God is Muslim because of various reasons.  Which made sense, I shall admit, but what ticked me off was that he just kept on and on. Like hello? Can't you just shut up and let it be? Even if you dont believe in it, just respect others' religions, views and faith? He also said something along the lines of we will believe and understand what he is saying one day. And at the end of it, he ended by saying that he was just saying what he believes, sorry if he came across as too forceful or something. I can tell you I scoffed at those words. I was that pissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, there is always this thing about heaven and hell right? So a question regarding that was asked, and he said that Allah is a very merciful God, and as long as you have like 51% good points/deeds, you can go to heaven already. So Nat asked, 'how do you know how much you've done, and whether is it enough to 'pass'?' He likened that to an exam, that you pass as long as you have more than 50. But the thing is, you can still calculate the percentages you need to pass for an exam. How do you do that in life?! I wanted to shoot him back to ask how, but Nat told me she'll explain to me later. She couldnt. She also admitted that it doesnt make sense! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so pissed that I wanted to get out before the whole thing ended. There were 2 who were the ones arguing with him, and they left even before the whole thing ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The free dinner was good though. Nothing big, just fried rice by one of the Malaysian girls that already went cold. But it was still damn good. Ate one and a half packs. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But religion really does bond people together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to Alyssa's place earlier tonight. She's also staying here at Te Puni, but at the studio apartments. We were just chatting  for a while, and eating the cheesecake and churros we brought over. Then both of them started talking about Christianity and Islam, how the talk on Monday night unsettled them, and how going back to read the Bible again and certain incidents gave them the answers they were looking for and how they felt relieved and settled again. I was just sitting in the middle of them and my head kept turning whenever the other spoke. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how I've been exposed to God since primary school but never converted. I've actually had a dream about Him once before, previously in Melbourne. I dont remember the dream, but I remember that He was in it, and only remembered that I had the dream the next day or a few days later? Dunno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayyyyyyy. Procrastination time over. I'm sleepy already. Maybe I should go sleep instead. xD Goodnight! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-5411805301399220884?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5411805301399220884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=5411805301399220884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5411805301399220884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5411805301399220884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-post-is-my-form-of-procrastination.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8569690394377555084</id><published>2011-10-06T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:30:32.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 apples changed the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one seduced Eve, the second one fell on Newton, and the third one offered to the world half-bitten by Steve Jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Steve Jobs. You changed the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posting from the blogger app from my iPhone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8569690394377555084?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8569690394377555084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8569690394377555084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8569690394377555084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8569690394377555084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/3-apples-changed-world.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-709468335101556243</id><published>2011-10-04T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:55:15.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese post :3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice-skating'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300465_10150318283079858_736849857_8025243_613840866_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 536px; height: 720px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/300465_10150318283079858_736849857_8025243_613840866_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is that adventure course thing I was talking about before. The gloves are like those of a durian seller's. Hard to see the ropes and stuff, but they're there. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310491_10150318283539858_736849857_8025247_300627105_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/310491_10150318283539858_736849857_8025247_300627105_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Kana, the Japanese girl, and Sophia, the Korean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was before I was pulled off to do number 5. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307251_282573901755678_100000092112258_1231702_758518225_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307251_282573901755678_100000092112258_1231702_758518225_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ikmal and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/314898_282573935089008_100000092112258_1231703_1412768866_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/314898_282573935089008_100000092112258_1231703_1412768866_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiona, Sheila, Jet and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These were pictures taken when we were in Ikmal's room previously. Have I ever mentioned that I love my hair? No? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love my hair. (Refer to picture 1.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; do something to my hair. I dunno. We'll see. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone searched Ceputra Salim and ended up on my blog. Lmao. Someone else search Millicent Chua also what the hell. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I had a damn shiok 10 hour sleep last night. :DDDD I was so tired, I slept by 1+. Alarm rang at 10.20 but I snoozed until 11+. And then went for Jap lec. The teacher dunno cute or what, she's the first teacher/lecturer I've seen in my whole life go out of the LT just cos we need to fill up the teaching and course evaluation form. And played this really old music show from NHK (one of Japan's major broadcasting stations) where there were only Enka songs. Enka songs are the songs of the older generation in Japan. Something like Fei Yu Qing's era? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing big, but I felt accomplished in the hour break I had after my Jap lec cos I checked a few things off my to-do-list. And then went for psych lec. The lectures are either damn interesting or damn boring zomg. This one was pretty interesting though. Every single function we have, no matter how small or natural you might think it is for us, is totally controlled by the brain. I dont remember whether I've mentioned this before, but it is actually possible for us to see and not to see at the same time if a specific part of the brain is damaged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is this German lady who had a stroke, and after that, her movement vision was impaired. She could definitely see, but she couldnt see movement, or objects moving. Meaning that if she was waiting for a train, one minute the train's not there or far away, the next, she sees it in front of her. Or if she's crossing the road, first she doesnt see any cars, and start to cross the road, but the next thing she sees is a car really near her. She can't see movement, but she knows that things are moving when the image she sees suddenly changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you're not convinced. How about face recognition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There this guy, Lincoln Holmes, who cannot recognise faces. Yes, he sees them, but that's it. He can't recognise them. Not even his wife's, his kid's, or even his own. He's perfectly fine. Still can do things on his own, no physical impairment, nothing. He can also still recognise objects. Just lost the ability to recognise faces. There's even a term for this condition - prosopagnosis. And the region where our brain processes this is at the bottom, in the right hemisphere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my lecturer told us this, I was really surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home after lec, had dinner at 6, and then 5 of us went ice skating! The rink was small lah!Even smaller than the one at kallang leisure park please! And there were loads of kids. Lol. Some quite cute lah. A couple of them skate like walking on ice like that. And the rink irritating lah. One side wet one side dry. I dont like skating at the dry side. Very hard to move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most exercise I've had at one go since I've come here. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;君！お帰りなさい！私は考えました。やパリ、だめです。ほしい、でも。。。無理ですね。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse my jibberish. I'm sure it's broken anyway. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, shall end with this song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sXIJUDuinng" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favourite song from the whole movie. But it's too underrated! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights! &amp;lt;3&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/11140224-709468335101556243?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/709468335101556243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=709468335101556243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/709468335101556243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/709468335101556243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/ikmal-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sXIJUDuinng/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-1101908602438587924</id><published>2011-10-03T04:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T04:26:37.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freaking fire alarm at 8.30 in the morning. Zomg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished breakfast. Already back under my covers. /snores &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-1101908602438587924?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1101908602438587924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=1101908602438587924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1101908602438587924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1101908602438587924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/freaking-fire-alarm-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8940096212769838450</id><published>2011-10-01T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T23:03:37.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdaDQ6sgwdk/TocrujXRTBI/AAAAAAAABuc/H5bIdfE6wi0/s1600/tumblr_lsd3b72r9s1qa5ihmo1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdaDQ6sgwdk/TocrujXRTBI/AAAAAAAABuc/H5bIdfE6wi0/s400/tumblr_lsd3b72r9s1qa5ihmo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658539535581137938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARASHI SPAZZ TIME. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEIR NEW CM. OMG. AU HAS THE BEST CMS EVER FOR THEM. This one just... Zoomed right past and landed among one of my top favourites. Their AU CMs are probably one of the best they have. The concepts are always so cute! This one is on a totally different level; I cant compare. Still damn freaking awesome. I love the ones where they started the CM with Jun wearing specs! OMG. I LOVE JUN WEARING SPECS. And another one with Sho starting it, also wearing specs! BEST MOVE EVER. And here it is for your viewing pleasure! It's I think 4 CMs together. Just 3 minutes altogether. &lt;b&gt;CLICK PLAY. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OiTo1dJGpjY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just spazzing away on Twitter. Zhu even wtf me. Hahahaha. Showed her the CM, and she also admitted that they look good. Even wanted to use it for her school blog entry if it had come out earlier! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you havent figured, CMs are commercials, often just called CM in Japan and AU is a mobile phone brand that Arashi is endorsing. Seriously, best CMs ever. Talking about CMs, I'm sure everyone knows the brand Pocky right. Nino did a Pocky CM. And Japan CMs get really... weird and quirky sometimes. Here's one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZOHVJwn6R0E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, go ahead and laugh. I went wtf the whole time I was watching it. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nino gets weird Pocky CMs while Jun gets beauty CMs. It works that way in Arashi. xD And here's another one with all of them! I did say that they've had their faces plastered on a plane before, have I? For JAL domestic planes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's their JAL CM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TyPq5jCCcSQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love their CMs, really. Even if I'm biased, you can't say that the CMs are hateful. They're all really cute! Okay, shall spare you and stop talking about Arashi. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a whole week of fantastic weather. No rain, just lots of sun. Unfortunately, they were all collecting, and we're gonna have a whole week (or more) of rain next. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was awesome. Went for this Asia night this church organised, and the food was really damn good! The main countries were Japan, Korea, Malaysia, China, Indonesia, India and Philippines.  There was sushi and miso soup for Japan, but both were meh. =/ The seaweed in the soup was really nice, but that's all. The rice was just plain rice. =/ It was this glass noodle dish from Korea. That was nice too! Because I like glass noodle. Hahahaha. Dumplings from China! Beef and cabbage. NICE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THERE WAS CURRY. Not like it's really damn spicy, but it was still good. My table had Nat, JJ (this Singaporean guy living one floor above me), Joel, this 1 other Malaysian and another 3 asians I dunno from where. Plus 3 angmohs, one of which is from the church and was in charge of bringing us our food. Nat and Joel are Malaysians, so they decided to use their hands to eat the curry and rice. And then JJ and I decided to join them for the heck of it. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dish from Philippines is this dish called Adobo. It was chicken and egg in this gravy, with rice. The food went round in plates/bowls, so I obviously didnt take the egg. :P THIS DISH IS DAMN NICE. Prob the only dish that's really new to me. There was this sour aftertaste, but it got really good after a few mouths! I think it's my favourite dish for the night. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what was for dessert? Bobochacha! It was, if not exactly, almost the same as how it would taste in Sg! It came in plastic cups, and I had 1.5 cups! And I normally dont even have it at home. Hahahahaha. Just because I'm overseas now. xD Even for chili. I dont have it much at home, but here, I'm kinda craving for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were also performances/activites. The first thing they had was a lion dance! Mini lions at that! Pictures in my phone, lazy transfer. :P And then there's India, which means Bollywood. xD There were like 4-5 guys dancing and then after that teaching us to dance. Damn funny. JJ and Joel even went up to stage to dance! At the end of it, there was an auction, cos they're raising funds for a mission trip to Indonesia. The whole dinner was $20. Quite worth it, I say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The walk there was through the Botanic Garden, and it was really pretty! Because of the RWC, they used flowers to make up the flags of different countries! We had time, so we took our time to appreciate and take photos. xD The walk home was also through the Botanic Gardens, and it was damn dark. Luckily it was a group of us. At first it was just JJ, Nat and I. But there was this girl behind us. When we stopped halfway wondering whether to wait for a few other girls who also stay at the hostel, the girl stopped also. And then Nat just suddenly pulled her along with us too. Hahahaha. She can seriously just suddenly start talking to anyone. That girl's Korean, who's been living in NZ for 6.5 years now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always pull back when it becomes more and more crowded, so I was kinda hanging back or walking ahead while they chatted. And then she suddenly came forward to join me, asking me why I'm so quiet. I like. Hahahahaha. First time I'm asked that by someone I barely know. xD Told her why and just started chatting lah. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night = drinking night. When we got back to our floor, a few of them were drunk already, acting all high. Actually, I dont even know who's drunk and who's not. They were all high. We have 2Bens on our floor, and one of them really love to sing, so we call him dancing Ben and the other normal Ben. Hahahaha. Dancing Ben was definitely drunk. He was just dancing and jumping, and sprawling everywhere. He even unzipped himself once, for what I dont know. And then he went around with a green marker, dotting ppl's hands, mine included, and saying that we've got measles. Esther was kinda drunk too, going around saying that she's going on a date with this guy called Tom. Might be true, I dont know. She did go out after a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skyped with my mum, and the first thing she asked was whether I put on weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/4d27d3ae.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I dont know, cos no weighing machine. She told me to judge by my clothes. I still fit them perfectly, FYI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/ad6b2b35.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and, Ev sent me a harddrive and it arrived on Friday! :DDDDDDD Chionged the drama I wanted to watch the whole of Friday, watching every episode back to back, except when I went to bathe and eat dinner. xD One of my top favourite dramas now! Zenkai Girl! Ryo is just too cute. xD BUT THE KIDS OMG. I actually cried in this drama, and it was because of them. TOO PRECIOUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And loads of other stuff I asked her to help me download cos the school blocked downloading sites. Hahahahaha. Music included! Finally have new songs, and songs I want! &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this post is long enough. xD Goodnight! &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/ef356ed5.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8940096212769838450?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8940096212769838450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8940096212769838450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8940096212769838450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8940096212769838450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/10/arashi-spazz-time.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdaDQ6sgwdk/TocrujXRTBI/AAAAAAAABuc/H5bIdfE6wi0/s72-c/tumblr_lsd3b72r9s1qa5ihmo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-3386599084334835155</id><published>2011-09-27T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:43:19.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nat came over to ask me about tmr night cos we're going out and suddenly Esther came out to tell her that she's grown fatter and the convo... 'evolved' into that of bras and boobs, sizes included. They even brought their bras out with them! Funny sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 10minutes of entertainment for the whole day. The rest of the day was meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions I shouldn't really have; have no reason to have; don't know why I have visited me today. Bothered me for a short bit but I'm okay now. Was whatsapping Zhu. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner on Sunday was awful, so I went out to eat. Had chicken rice at this hong kong cafe/restaurant in town. Damn nice! Went snack shopping after that and now my fooddrobe is stacked full. :3 Picture of what I bought is at the bottom. xD The amount of cereal I've eaten here far surpasses the total amount I've eaten my whole life while in sg, if I've never mentioned that before. I'm quite sure I'll probably watch more plays than I ever have while I'm here too, cause Nat loves plays and she's always asking or pulling me along with her. Going for one tmr night, and high chance of going back to that hong kong cafe too! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall now go to sleep with an empty stomach. Nights! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OGGuQotPCD8/ToHhBWFmqYI/AAAAAAAABuM/rHsZKrESHxA/s640/blogger-image--1017973513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OGGuQotPCD8/ToHhBWFmqYI/AAAAAAAABuM/rHsZKrESHxA/s640/blogger-image--1017973513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-3386599084334835155?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3386599084334835155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=3386599084334835155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3386599084334835155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3386599084334835155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/nat-came-over-to-ask-me-about-tmr-night.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OGGuQotPCD8/ToHhBWFmqYI/AAAAAAAABuM/rHsZKrESHxA/s72-c/blogger-image--1017973513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-3348467888795476975</id><published>2011-09-24T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:52:14.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If the feeling of an earthquake is like how it feels being way up high on a tree with it swaying because of the strong wind, then yes, I've felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my post last night, whatsapp-ed willie to read my blog and his reaction was '... You okay or not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted a bit, and didn't feel so high anymore and went to sleep after a while. I had only 3+ hours of sleep? Should not switch on my laptop and just crash early tonight. Blogging using the blogger app while on the train back to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure rope course thing was... Tiring. It was more tiring than fun. Lol. Not exactly because of the lack of sleep either. I was feeling excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courses were numbered 1-6, and I did 1, 3a, 4 and 5. Wanted to stop at 4 but this other girl pulled me to join her 5. I'd have wanted to continue on myself if not for the fact that 4 was so damn freaking long! And some parts was just so damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I decided to use the 'eye of a tiger body of a monkey' method. Worked fine. Hahaha. Except that my body was really stiff at times still. Needed no trainer to push the ropes; the wind does the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were lost for an hour or something before getting there. This group today is... Colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Japanese girl here on exchange, a Korean but she was born here, 2 malaysians and 3 singaporeans, one which I learnt just today that she's taking a second degree now. Been going to my jap lecs with her and the other sg girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've reached Wellington city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-3348467888795476975?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3348467888795476975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=3348467888795476975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3348467888795476975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3348467888795476975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-feeling-of-earthquake-is-like-how-it.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-3221092311766730298</id><published>2011-09-24T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T01:22:24.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sleeping habits really jialat until cannot jialat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that sentence even makes sense. I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random post cos I can't sleep and don't know what else to do. And I'm supposed to wake up in less that 4 hours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for some adventure rope course thing with a few other girls in the morning. I like. (Y) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Nat told us that we will end up aching everywhere for a week. We'll see. And then in the afternoon probs going out with Ikmal they all again if I can make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. &lt;br /&gt;Bye. &lt;br /&gt;Hi. &lt;br /&gt;Bye. &lt;br /&gt;Hi. &lt;br /&gt;I'm damn bored. &lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell already. &lt;br /&gt;Has this been and interesting or boring post for you so far?&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's the former. Though it's probs the latter.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you're just going wtf at what you're reading. &lt;br /&gt;Which you've just wasted a few minutes of your life reading. &lt;br /&gt;Too bad. &lt;br /&gt;You can go now. &lt;br /&gt;No one's stopping you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this inter-hall band competition earlier this evening. This large cafe in school was transformed to like a club for the night. Was telling Ashely that it's unthinkable in sg. They were even serving beer okay. In a school. Talking about beer, Kenyon asked if I wanted to drink while I was there. Maybe should gave drunk a bit. Quite sure I'd be sleeping already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyon was there cos he and a couple other guys plus a girl participated, representing our hall (hostel). The guys are actually a real band. They've performed in bars and clubs before, called The Single Gentlemen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they performed tonight was what one of the guys, Conner, plus the girl performed during talent time last Sunday night. That was damn cool! They came up with a story, and narrated it, while inserting Disney songs in. (Y)(Y) the songs I recognised were Make A Man Out Of You from Mulan, I'm sure there was one from Lion King, and one other song I can't remember the title now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why they performed that was cos they couldn't think of what else to perform, even until the afternoon itself. So they settled on that and practised only half an hour or something. Lol. Didn't know most of the songs performed either. Just Stronger by Kenye West, Billie Jean by MJ and Read My Mind by I-forgot-the-band's-name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyon them guys didn't win tonight, but it seems like we might have won the whole competition though. There's this competition among all the halls throughout the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5am already bloody hell. Maybe I should go listen to autogenic. But I don't ever fall asleep until the 2nd track comes on nowadays. Bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. &lt;br /&gt;I love Arashi. &lt;br /&gt;Very very much. &lt;br /&gt;I love you too, whoever is reading this. &lt;br /&gt;Even if you're a stranger, you hate me, whoever, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;You know something's wrong when I start confessing my love randomly other than Arashi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you. &lt;br /&gt;And where you go I follow, I follow, I follow. &lt;br /&gt;I will follow youuuuu. &lt;br /&gt;Follow you wherever you may gooooo. &lt;br /&gt;There isn't an ocean too deep, a mountain too high we can't something.&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know the rest of the lyrics/song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last para just proved that I've gone insane. I swear I'm not like this all the time. Probably only in the toilet. Or alone in my room. I was randomly dancing and singing to a song in my room just now I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-3221092311766730298?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3221092311766730298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=3221092311766730298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3221092311766730298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3221092311766730298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-sleeping-habits-really-jialat-until.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-1998339816937427786</id><published>2011-09-22T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:57:15.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I'm back, I spam. When I disappear, I disappear for up to a week. But I'm back! But for now, I shall &lt;s&gt;spam&lt;/s&gt; post the Arashi pics/gifs I promised. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/305870d9.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bakawaii = baka (idiot/stupid) + kawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiba loves experiments. He's always the one most excited during experiment time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daijoubu = alright/okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jun-bait = Arashi fans baited by Jun (Like me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/71e96624.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/040bacc6.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/598f0194.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/94d047e7.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpVPyNNub-w/TntOQnjY6MI/AAAAAAAABuI/b6YeEE5PIzY/s1600/tumblr_lr09e9dqtt1qb94a7o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpVPyNNub-w/TntOQnjY6MI/AAAAAAAABuI/b6YeEE5PIzY/s400/tumblr_lr09e9dqtt1qb94a7o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655199804496079042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icWHo4xitkQ/TntOQcyZ16I/AAAAAAAABuA/c5_AyBkcoNc/s1600/tumblr_lrirz4Xfsi1qang6ao1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icWHo4xitkQ/TntOQcyZ16I/AAAAAAAABuA/c5_AyBkcoNc/s400/tumblr_lrirz4Xfsi1qang6ao1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655199801606264738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Jun doing calligraphy drawing (if that's what it's called) of a bamboo plant. It was his first time doing this! Not bad for a first attempt eh? The pro who taught him even awarded him a certificate to certify that he could already start teaching!! Jun's the best. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOLhLa9Oqkk/TntOQcFZe3I/AAAAAAAABt4/09F8VPgeCX4/s1600/tumblr_lrc7yeToC81qa5ihmo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOLhLa9Oqkk/TntOQcFZe3I/AAAAAAAABt4/09F8VPgeCX4/s400/tumblr_lrc7yeToC81qa5ihmo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655199801417497458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is just a random picture I found on tumblr. xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPTsNKWL61Y/TntOP1XqPeI/AAAAAAAABtw/rfTxIk3YAn4/s1600/tumblr_lk82yoTOaE1qe49qzo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPTsNKWL61Y/TntOP1XqPeI/AAAAAAAABtw/rfTxIk3YAn4/s400/tumblr_lk82yoTOaE1qe49qzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655199791025110498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was in a friend's, Ikmal, room with another 4 others - Sheila, Fiona, Kevin and Amy - this afternoon. Ikmal's also staying here at Te Puni, but we're in different buildings. He's Malaysian, and for some reason, I suddenly remember Bunda (for those who dont know, an Indonesian version of Ma Ma Hao) and asked him if he's heard of that song before. Now I'm repeating the song on my own laptop. Hahahahah. I've always loved this song. Damn nice. Very... soothing. Always happy when I get to play this song in workshops. :D I'd totally sing along with it if I knew the lyrics. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheila them guys had a test at 6.30, and left at slightly before 6. And then Ikmal came over to my room cos he wanted to see what it looked like. He has a thing for smells, seriously. Opened my shampoo and conditioner bottles and were smelling them! Even my face moisturiser and whatnot. And repeated the same when we went to Nat's room. Hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their test ended at 7.30, and we were supposed to join them to have dinner in town, but Ikmal had to finish his assignment first, and they ended up back in Te Puni, this time in my room. Best thing is, the first thing they saw while on my floor was Esther, the girl in the room opposite me, wrapped in just a towel dying her hair. She could still calmly tell me that she's dying her hair. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the first thing they said about my room was how asian it is. LOL. I asked why, and Sheila said that it's because of the Arashi posters. I dont get it, but okay. This is what she was talking about btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/show/iphone/6nnojr" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/iphone/6nnojr" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 448px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like my wall very much now. :DD It's super biased, I know. Cant help it. :P And then I dont remember how, but she started to pass one mag each person to browse through. My Jap mags. Yep, I brought them over. :P Ikmal came over and we went out for dinner!  Had Chinese food! Had proper sweet and sour pork, spring rolls were damn good, there was this satay beef or something. That was damn shiok also. High chance of going back. :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the market for a bit cos Ikmal wanted to get stuff before heading back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather here is making me very lazy to bathe. =/ Because I dont sweat at all, I dont feel dirty, so I dont feel like bathing. LOL. So gonna die whenever I go back home. The highest here I've seen so far is 16!! And that's only achievable in my room when I switch on the aircon back in sg. -.- Other times it's like 12 degrees, and I'm getting so comfortable at that level now. I wear just 2 not-so-thick-and not-so-thin layers and I'm done! And everyone here rather stand in the sun than in the shade. It gets so cold in the shade! Everyone's just avoiding the sun whenever they can in Sg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, shall leave you with 千手观音Arashi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/4c27593d.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-1998339816937427786?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1998339816937427786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=1998339816937427786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1998339816937427786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1998339816937427786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-im-back-i-spam.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_305870d9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-3167622217503369158</id><published>2011-09-14T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T01:41:55.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#5x12'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARASHI IS THE BOSS. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are starting to conquer the animal kingdom. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wU_NKwML0EQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 12TH YEAR ANNIVERSARY BOYS! I LOVE YOU TO BITS AND PIECES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of words can fully convey what you mean to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this post with pics and gifs tmr! Sleeping now! Nights! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-3167622217503369158?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3167622217503369158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=3167622217503369158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3167622217503369158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3167622217503369158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/arashi-is-best.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wU_NKwML0EQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-5856991285608099137</id><published>2011-09-13T13:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:09:56.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THERE WAS THIS HUGE ASS HAILSTORM THIS AFTERNOON.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was stuck in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqm0i5fRM71qd4mdv.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqm0i5fRM71qd4mdv.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was loads of lightning when the hail came too. I miss thunder and lightning, can you believe it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures from FB. Nat took them I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/316031_10150294866024962_560964961_8140425_1340475137_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 479px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/316031_10150294866024962_560964961_8140425_1340475137_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOADS of hail. LOOK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/302839_10150294867579962_560964961_8140427_536817018_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 479px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/302839_10150294867579962_560964961_8140427_536817018_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this picture is a field beside our hostel. It's all white! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/312519_10150294868619962_560964961_8140429_2012214521_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/312519_10150294868619962_560964961_8140429_2012214521_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So someone had a good idea, and 'wrote' Floor 10 (our floor)! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316781_10150295013019962_560964961_8141046_1236008961_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 479px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/316781_10150295013019962_560964961_8141046_1236008961_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, there's the city and the harbour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315365_10150295013319962_560964961_8141048_1391235057_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/315365_10150295013319962_560964961_8141048_1391235057_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 479px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before this, there was someone in the hostel who suggested on FB that someone should go down to write All Blacks, in support of the team for RWC. We were one step ahead! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then after a while... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/316340_10150296059367900_641457899_7539432_1455355892_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/316340_10150296059367900_641457899_7539432_1455355892_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;/facepalm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/9da842bd.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/ae175c01.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/11140224-5856991285608099137?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5856991285608099137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=5856991285608099137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5856991285608099137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5856991285608099137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-was-this-huge-ass-hailstorm-this.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_9da842bd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-7014815902880494522</id><published>2011-09-11T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:27:26.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was having dinner with the same bunch of guys earlier on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the earlier part of dinner when I joined them, there was this other exchange student, Ashley from Arizona who was with them. There were 4 guys, one's Josh, another's Vince, this Filipino but he lived in Penang for 5 years before coming over. And 2 other guys I dont know their names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, because Ashley is an exchange student, she's going back home end of the year, after her papers. So Vince said that we should all get together and go somewhere together before she leaves. asking her if there's anywhere she wants to go. Ashley said no, and Vince said, 'I know somewhere we can go.' It sounded &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; damn suggestive, the rest of us cracked up laughing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vince comes up with the most random comments, I swear. And he always manages to make them sound like something else, even if he didnt mean it. I dont know whether to cry or to laugh at his comments sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while, the guys started talking about going to the gym. So Vince turned to Ashley and asked if she goes to the gym. She said yes. And then he asked me. I said no. Then he told me that I should go. And the guys just started laughing their heads off. One of them even told me that it's okay, I should just go only when I want to. This one I dont get, but he prob did it again - making something sound like something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while, Paul joined us. Guys being guys, they were talking about girls. And especially today, because there was this event this afternoon at my hostel, where the Malays kinda had a gathering here in lieu of Hari Raya. Loads of Malay girls in their baju kurongs and whatnot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was food too! :DD AND OMG. SATAY SAUCE. No satay, but got satay sauce. DAMN SHIOK. I MISSED SATAY SAUCE. It came with what I think is supposed to be ketupat, but it was more like coconut flavoured glutinous rice. And the peanuts were not as finely chopped, but STILL DAMN NICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to what I was saying, Josh and Paul were also there, cos they were invited by this Malaysian guy who is also staying in the hostel and was kinda close to them. They were prob the only angmohs there. Well... they're guys. And there were loads of girls. So they started chatting with the girls. And I dont know, they were trying to pick up girls or something. From what they were chatting about over dinner. Josh was telling Vince that the girl who was chatting with him (Josh), her friend as interested in Vince. So this other guy asked Vince, 'did you chat with the girl?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'No.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'That's why. Everything's fine until you open you mouth.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cracked up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The topic then turned to each other's pick up lines. Josh asked Paul what his was, and this other guy said, 'It's his accent.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I remembered what I blogged yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/d272653b.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/717f814b.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then this other guy, his pick up line would be 'Wanna get out?' And then after they're out, 'I'm tired, I wanna go home.' And then pull the girl along with him or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley left before Paul came, so I was the only girl sitting with them there. Listening to their conversation was kinda awkward, considering what they were talking about then, but it was damn entertaining. So I sat there listening for a while before I left. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's the 10th year anniversary of 9/11, and they're showing 'Loose Change' at the social space. I shall head down to check that out for a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya~ (: &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-7014815902880494522?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7014815902880494522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=7014815902880494522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7014815902880494522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7014815902880494522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/was-having-dinner-with-same-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_d272653b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-4678249511750181978</id><published>2011-09-11T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T02:33:02.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rugby World Cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introverts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Top 10 Myths about Introverts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. &lt;i&gt;They hate small talk.&lt;/i&gt; Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. &lt;i&gt;They don’t interact for the sake of interacting.&lt;/i&gt; If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #3 – Introverts are rude&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries.&lt;/i&gt; They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. &lt;i&gt;They can count their close friends on one hand.&lt;/i&gt; If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts.&lt;/i&gt; They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Introverts are often individualists.&lt;/i&gt; They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. &lt;i&gt;If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down.&lt;/i&gt; Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in italics are what I feel more strongly about. Everything's true except the thrill seeking and adrenaline junkie part. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday turned out good actually, despite being rudely awaken by fire alarm. Had a nap in the afternoon, and I had this dream where there was this long weekend in Singapore or something, and my Dad and bro decided to come by to visit me. And the whole time they were there, we were at the dining area? I was gonna get food, and my bro was trying to pass me Subway plastic bags with Arashi's pictures on it. What? And I was worried that I'd be late meeting Nat to get food because they came to visit me and I cant just suddenly say bye to go buy food. Lol. The meeting Nat to get food is true btw. We were really gonna go buy cereal. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, Friday was the opening match for the Rugby World Cup final rounds. So because of that, the dining area was decorated with flags of the participating countries. Japan was the only Asia country in. Haha. AND THE FOOD WAS DAMN GOOD. The veg was properly cooked and actually tasted good. There was cottage pie and meat to choose from, I chose the meat. DAMN NICE ALSO. For once, it was actually perfectly edible, and enjoyable. Normally, it'd be tough, or tasteless, or too salty. Enjoyed dinner so much! Dessert was an eclair and this small piece of cake. And there was this extra Polynesian dish/dessert, made of raw fish and coconut milk. This is how dinner looked like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imbVy7vbWok/Tmt8vMjG5-I/AAAAAAAABsk/bPMN_fKARVE/s1600/393262698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imbVy7vbWok/Tmt8vMjG5-I/AAAAAAAABsk/bPMN_fKARVE/s320/393262698.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the end of the day. Nat was going for this fellowship thing or something, and she last minute asked me along. Like, just before she left! But I joined her anyway, cos I've got nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that wasnt exactly a fellowship or semon, it was really boring. What was interesting though, was at the end and totally unrelated. Someone decided to stream the opening game live, and watch it together there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I dont know rugby much, damn, the hype there was amazing! Just watching it on TV was really amzaing! Watching all the people getting hyped up, and being in a crowd, the atmosphere was really awesome! We wanted to leave after the opening acts, but decided to stay and watch the game, until almost half time. All Blacks (NZ) vs Tonga. It was a really good game! :D And not knowing anything, I obviously picked up more about the game here and there. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reds are the Tongas and Blacks are the All Blacks. This is while they were doing their cheer before the game. The All Blacks' cheer is called the Haka, and they have different versions for it. (All following pics are by Nat using my camera!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0WpINmqPyY/TmuBVIK5kRI/AAAAAAAABso/wTBuyr1jH_I/s1600/P1030382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0WpINmqPyY/TmuBVIK5kRI/AAAAAAAABso/wTBuyr1jH_I/s320/P1030382.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6DfHdfkZdk/TmuBj_g37sI/AAAAAAAABss/kpN1g-8qHRY/s1600/P1030383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6DfHdfkZdk/TmuBj_g37sI/AAAAAAAABss/kpN1g-8qHRY/s320/P1030383.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66K6m_-g5Y0/TmuByWTBd0I/AAAAAAAABsw/kwCTVRRpl-M/s1600/P1030384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66K6m_-g5Y0/TmuByWTBd0I/AAAAAAAABsw/kwCTVRRpl-M/s320/P1030384.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left, and walked to town, where we thought that there would be activities and stuff, but it might have been over already. There was this place where they were screening the game though, and there was a whole lot of people there! (The news said that there was almost 3000 people there!) All drinking, cheering, watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is while we were walking to the waterfront. It was really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLEuWloQWSM/TmuCCJAsZDI/AAAAAAAABs0/ZvgbhrRfcko/s1600/P1030390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLEuWloQWSM/TmuCCJAsZDI/AAAAAAAABs0/ZvgbhrRfcko/s320/P1030390.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the crowd with the huge screen in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yuYbA0Fro4/TmuCQkT-N2I/AAAAAAAABs4/Py-ecWcojhE/s1600/P1030398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yuYbA0Fro4/TmuCQkT-N2I/AAAAAAAABs4/Py-ecWcojhE/s320/P1030398.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oquVipVrSFg/TmuCerTwudI/AAAAAAAABs8/usLr9Pdsdhc/s1600/P1030399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oquVipVrSFg/TmuCerTwudI/AAAAAAAABs8/usLr9Pdsdhc/s320/P1030399.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonga supporters! There was this bunch of female Tonga supporters somewhere behind us who were screaming their lungs out, shouting for Tonga. These guys with the flags were somewhere in front of and to the side of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-inM0erlEnR4/TmuCqK8FbXI/AAAAAAAABtA/TEsYlbqFHi4/s1600/P1030400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-inM0erlEnR4/TmuCqK8FbXI/AAAAAAAABtA/TEsYlbqFHi4/s320/P1030400.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I typed 3 paragraphs here but it wasnt saved. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gist is that France played against Japan tonight, and France won, 47-21. Not surprising. Lol. Was having dinner with a bunch of guys, and one of them is a French, Paul. So this Kiwi, Josh, tricked him, saying that Japan was leading and that there were quite a few casualties in the France team. Paul believed him for a bit, and then decided that he cant be trusted. xD I like Paul's French accent. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's a long enough post tonight. Shall leave the rest for another time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! (: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-4678249511750181978?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4678249511750181978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=4678249511750181978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4678249511750181978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4678249511750181978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/top-10-myths-about-introverts-myth-1.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imbVy7vbWok/Tmt8vMjG5-I/AAAAAAAABsk/bPMN_fKARVE/s72-c/393262698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-6456693366332937706</id><published>2011-09-09T07:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:05:06.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First thing that happened today? Fire alarm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was almost 45min ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm up? Argh. *dives back into covers* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cGjd4q8OWos/TmlP2b1Cr1I/AAAAAAAABsg/8C114d8nT84/s640/blogger-image-183144862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cGjd4q8OWos/TmlP2b1Cr1I/AAAAAAAABsg/8C114d8nT84/s640/blogger-image-183144862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6456693366332937706?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6456693366332937706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6456693366332937706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6456693366332937706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6456693366332937706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-thing-that-happened-today-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cGjd4q8OWos/TmlP2b1Cr1I/AAAAAAAABsg/8C114d8nT84/s72-c/blogger-image-183144862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-174917353769867285</id><published>2011-09-08T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:00:35.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conan O&apos;Brien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Conan giving a graduating speech at Dartmouth College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'There is no guarantee that they won't come back.' (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KmDYXaaT9sA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is awesome. Real awesome. I love what he said at the last part. No, actually, the whole bunch of serious stuff he said. Which is not a lot, but really meaningful. This bunch of graduates is damn lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.50am. Goodnight! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&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/11140224-174917353769867285?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/174917353769867285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=174917353769867285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/174917353769867285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/174917353769867285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/conan-giving-graduating-speech-at.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KmDYXaaT9sA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-5386962022379672350</id><published>2011-09-08T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T16:07:51.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Blogger'sgot a new interface. It even allows me to check how many views I've got, fromwhich countries, percentage from which broswer etc. AWESOME.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Havent blogged for 3weeks. Well... I dont know. Losing the motivation to blog. Hahaha. Didnt reallydo much during hols anyway. Just went around a bit, and did some shopping too.:3&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, came here toshare 2 things!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Beethoven Joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"When Beethovenpassed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple days later, the town drunkwas walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from thearea where Beethoven was buried. Terrified, the drunk ran and got the priest tocome and listen to it. The priest bent close to the grave and heard some faint,unrecognizable music coming from the grave. Frightened, the priest ran and gotthe town magistrate. When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave,listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Beethoven's NinthSymphony, being played backwards." He listened a while longer, and said,"There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Mostpuzzling." So the magistrate kept listening; "There's the Seventh...the Sixth... the Fifth..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly the realizationof what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced tothe crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there'snothing to worry about. It's just Beethoven decomposing."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Harry Potter Theme Songin different versions!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PwpBSHEHEek?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In other news, mytests/deadlines:&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stats Weekly Assignment&amp;nbsp;- 13 Sept&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stats Test - 14 Sept&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jap Essay on Earthquakes- 21 Sept&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stats Project Assignment- 27 Sept&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Psych Lab Report - 29Sept&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stats Weekly Assignment- 4 Oct&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jap Final Test - 11 Oct&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Psych Test 2 - 14 Oct&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Psych Exam - 21st Oct&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Stats Exam - 26thOct&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You know what, I shouldput this up on my &amp;nbsp;board and sidebar to remind myself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;While I'm at it, thereare some songs that will always remind me of some people. &amp;nbsp;Sweet ChildO'Mine by Guns N' Roses will always remind me of Gabriel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hUTXSql-o7o?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And here's another one;Super Mario Theme Song by the same guy. Super Mario will always remind me ofArashi, because they are the ones who are promoting Wii and Mario games inJapan. And their CMs are always damn cute! Always playing together or againsteach &amp;nbsp;other. &amp;lt;3 Nino, who's the gamer in Arashi. xD They ever had acompetition playing Mario Cart on one of their variety shows! MatsuJun won Ninothough. xD &amp;nbsp;This is cute! And he looks like he's really having loads fun!Which is always good. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, signing out~ (:&amp;lt;3 &amp;nbsp;&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/11140224-5386962022379672350?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5386962022379672350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=5386962022379672350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5386962022379672350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/5386962022379672350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/bloggersgot-new-interface.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PwpBSHEHEek/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-9029800440331240427</id><published>2011-08-26T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T02:48:52.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pokemon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/8718444847/1/tumblr_lpozcg9pED1ql057b" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 627px;" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/8718444847/1/tumblr_lpozcg9pED1ql057b" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/8718444847/2/tumblr_lpozcg9pED1ql057b" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 564px; height: 985px;" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/8718444847/2/tumblr_lpozcg9pED1ql057b" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is so cute! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having my 2 week hols now! But almost half gone. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More details another time! Goodnight! &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-9029800440331240427?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9029800440331240427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=9029800440331240427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/9029800440331240427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/9029800440331240427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-so-cute-having-my-2-week-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-6322794570404215759</id><published>2011-08-18T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:03:36.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a dream this morning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on this bridge with someone. A bridge over water. That someone was Joanne, or Natalie. It seemed to be Natalie first, but became Joanne later. We were just walking along it, when she (I think it's Nat) saw some seagulls under the bridge. I was just walking along, but she called out to me, I went back to take a look. What I saw was, for some reason, seagulls sleeping. Underwater. Okay. As I turned away, I saw this huge ass snake just beside, looking at me, with its fangs out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What'd I do? Grab her hand and run. And by run, I mean running at 100km/h. But the next thing I know, I was running by myself. With the snake chasing right behind me. And suddenly, I was jumping into the sky, until I was high above the clouds. Okay, or maybe not. The bridge was still under my feet. It was the flexible type, and instead of swinging from left to right, it went from up to down. but I distinctively remember jumping up high. I was in awe of myself, being able to jump so high. And feeling damn shiok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I 'landed', it was Joanne this time, waiting for me at the end of the bridge. Which was like a hotel or something? Looked like the hotel I was at when I stayed with my uncle and his family at Shenzhen. I think we might be on a holiday? I think I shouted for her, but I shouted 'Kelly' instead of 'Joanne'? She was motioning with her hand, telling me to hurry. I suddenly had a 'bright' idea, and told her to go ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly stopped, turned around, and decided to play around with the snake? So I stopped there, and the snake was gaining on me. It wanted to crash into me I think? But I just stepped aside as it was nearing, and it missed. And when it came back for me from the opposite direction, I kinda jumped over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I dont remember anything after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw someone researching on her dreams, and remembered mine, so I did the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -15px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I'm Being Chased!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Chase dreams are one of several common dream themes, stemming from feelings of anxiety in your waking life. Flee and flight is an instinctive response to a physical threat in the environment. In such dreams, the scenario often features you being pursued by an attacker, an animal, a monster or an unknown figure, who wants to hurt or possibly kill you. Consequently, you run, you hide or you try to outwit your pursuer. Your actions in the dream parallel how you would respond to pressure and cope with fears, stress or various situations in your waking life. Instead of confronting the situation, your dream indicates that you have a tendency to run away and avoid the issue. Ask yourself who is chasing you, so that you can gain a better understanding and insight on the source of your fears and anxieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pursuer or attacker who is chasing you in your dream may also represent an aspect of yourself. Your own feelings of anger, jealousy, fear, and possibly love, can manifest itself as the threatening figure. Or the shadowy figure can symbolize the rejected characteristics of your Self. You may be projecting these feelings onto the unknown chaser. Next time you have a dream of being chased, turn around and confront your pursuer. Ask them why they are chasing you. What are you trying to run from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the one doing the chasing, then the dream may highlight your drive and ambition to go after something you want. Or perhaps the dream suggests that you are falling behind and having to catch up with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the distance or gap between you and your pursuer. This indicates your closeness to the issue. If the pursuer is gaining on you, then it suggests that the problem is not going to go away. The problem will surround you, until you confront and address it. However, if you are able to widen the gap between your pursuer, then you are able to successfully distance yourself from the problem. In essence, the problem is fading away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a name="animals"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;To see animals in your dream, represent your own physical characteristic, primitive desires, and sexual nature, depending on the qualities of the particular animal. Animals symbolize the untamed and uncivilized aspects of yourself. Thus, to dream that you are fighting with an animal signifies a hidden part of yourself that you are trying to reject and push back into your subconscious. Refer to the specific animal in your dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Snake"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;To see a snake or be bitten by one in your dream, signifies hidden fears and worries that are threatening you. Your dream may be alerting you to something in your waking life that you are not aware of or that has not yet surfaced. Alternatively, the snake may be seen as phallic and thus symbolize temptation, dangerous and forbidden sexuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; In particular, to see a snake on your bed, suggests that you are feeling sexually overpowered or sexually threatened. You may be inexperienced, nervous or just unable to keep up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;If you are afraid of the snake, then it signifies your fears of sex, intimacy or commitment. The snake may also refer to a person around you who is callous, ruthless, and can't be trusted. As a positive symbol, snakes represent healing, transformation, knowledge and wisdom. It is indicative of self-renewal and positive change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -25px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I'm Flying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you are feeling fear when you are flying or that you are flying too high, then it suggests that you are afraid of challenges and of success. Perhaps you are not ready to take the next step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a name="bird"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;To see birds in your dream, symbolizes your goals, aspirations and hopes. To dream of chirping and/or flying birds, represents joy, harmony, ecstasy, balance, and love. It denotes a sunny outlook in life. You are experiencing spiritual freedom and psychological liberation. It is almost as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;To dream of dead or dying birds, indicates disappointments. You will find yourself worrying over problems that are constantly on your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Hotel"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;To see a hotel in your dream, signifies a new state of mind or a shift in personal identity. You are undergoing some sort of transition and need to move away from your old habits and old way of thinking. You need to temporarily escape from your daily life. Alternatively, the dream may imply a loss in your personal identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a name="Afraid"&gt;Afraid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;To dream that you are afraid, indicates that you are experiencing self-doubt and feelings of incompetence in your waking life. You may be feeling a lack of control. Anger often masquerades as fear, so also consider issues about which you are angry about in your waking life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Delight"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;To dream that you are experiencing delight, signifies a favorable and positive turn of events and much pleasantness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Friend"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;To see friends in your dream, signify aspects of your personality that you have rejected, but are ready to incorporate and acknowledge. The relationships you have with those around you are important in learning about yourself. Alternatively, dreaming of a friend, indicates positive news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... The chased part, I agree; I was rushing for a deadline. The snake part. I was rushing a deadline. The sex part... Why are snakes related to same-sex stuff? OO: [Okay, checked some stuff out. Apparently your relationship with snakes (fear, or lack of) is directly proportional to your relationship with sexuality. Okay. Fun fact of the day.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dream is so contradicting. I'm one heck of a messed up kid, I swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And remember that kissing dream I had before? So I checked kissing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Kiss"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;To dream of a kiss, denotes love, affection, tranquility, harmony, and contentment.  To see others kissing in your dream, suggests that you are too involved in their personal lives and relationship. You need to give them some space.  If the dream ends just about you are about to kiss someone, in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;dicates that you are unsure of how he or she really  feels about you. You are looking for some sort of relationship with this person but you are not sure about how to go about achieving it. If you are heterosexual and you dream that you are kissing someone of the same sex, then it represents self-acceptance. You are acknowledging the feminine or masculine side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. That made me more messed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether how dreams are interpreted can be taken seriously or not, I've gotta say that what I've read and posted here, are all true to a certain degree. And yep, I realised that there are still many... thoughts/fear/things that I still hold within me, and refuse to acknowledge them. Especially the negative aspects. And there are things that I can do, but I dont want to, because I'm afraid of what might happen, though i really dont know what might happen. I'm very much closed up and so quiet, because honestly, I am very afraid of what others might think of me. Most of the time, I do things because I think that this is what others approve of, and they wont end up thinking that I'm weird or anything. I'm always thinking of what others will think when I do this or that. And if a negative response comes up in my mind, I wont do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm not really living for myself huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6322794570404215759?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6322794570404215759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6322794570404215759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6322794570404215759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6322794570404215759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-had-dream-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-6883619058338150156</id><published>2011-08-15T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:13:54.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Zealand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_SoJAr3Xzo/TkkZmqqO-BI/AAAAAAAABsQ/W0ttyVo6GHk/s1600/DSCN4273.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_SoJAr3Xzo/TkkZmqqO-BI/AAAAAAAABsQ/W0ttyVo6GHk/s400/DSCN4273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641068160335411218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my most glam picture, but one of the clearest picture I have of snow. And it's not even from my camera. My camera fail please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yep! There you have it! It was snowing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it first started snowing, everybody was so excited, we all quickly dressed and went out standing around, trying to catch snow in our hands, or mouths. I tried both. It was the first time it snowed in Wellington for the past 16 years! (From what I heard at least.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasnt really snow snow though. More like little pieces of ice, and melted immediately when they touched us, or the ground. Which meant that we were all soaked after some time. It was soooo cold! My fingers and toes went numb after like, 10-15minutes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it's not my first time seeing snow, and I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; I've ever been in falling snow before, it felt like my first! I was really dreading the cold at first, and then the night before it was supposed to snow, I started to get a little excited. When it snowed, I was jumping around in my room! xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It snowed really heavily today too. And there were even hail stones! There were people around making snowballs from the ice collected on the grass and cars, and playing. There were even a few guys who took a piece of cardboard or something and attempted to slide down this grass patch slope covered with ice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got really cold by the night though. (I wore 4 layers to dinner! When I normally wore only 2 thin layers.) And everyone pretty much stayed indoors. The snow brought along thunder and lightning, which is common in Singapore, but not that common here. The noise by the thunder was probs half as louder as the ones in Singapore, but they were all pretty freaked out. It struck me that it was my first time seeing lightning and hearing thunder here when the first lightning flashed. (Just 2 or 3 actually. xD) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didnt know before though, I love thunder and lightning. xD I love how lightning flashes across the sky, and how the streaks of lightning look so magnificent while doing so. Everytime it flashes, I'll start looking in the sky for the next one, in the hopes of being able to see a full one for once. Hasnt really happened though, unfortunately. I love the low loud rumbles of thunder too. It's a comforting sound to me, somehow. Provided it doesnt get too loud though. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp5uy77wUI1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp5uy77wUI1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was also a power cut earlier in the day, which meant that dinner wasnt served on time. Heaters and hot water went out too. And there were a few times when the lights went down. Like how lightning flashes, but it's darkness instead. And then there was once when the power really went out for a second, and electricity was cut off totally. Luckily I put in my laptop batt earlier, else it'd have died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cold and snow's gonna continue till Wed. At present time, it's 3.2 degrees, but feels like -2 degrees, from the weather service website here in NZ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My window's closed, heater at its max. Had a nap from 9+ to 11+ earlier on, so I'm gonna study a bit before sleeping. Stats test tmr evening! Wish me luck! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6883619058338150156?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6883619058338150156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6883619058338150156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6883619058338150156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6883619058338150156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-my-most-glam-picture-but-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_SoJAr3Xzo/TkkZmqqO-BI/AAAAAAAABsQ/W0ttyVo6GHk/s72-c/DSCN4273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-2640496532827212850</id><published>2011-08-11T15:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:54:30.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbJZwqfQfo4/TkOGR5DpIdI/AAAAAAAABsI/PcSpj4s5-ac/s1600/email1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cannot. Must rant. Wa piang. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum hor. WAHHHHHHHHHHH. Cannot. Ta. Han. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Seriously would you like to come back with us to Singapore?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISNT THAT OBVIOUS. If I can go home of course I'd wanna go home lah! BECAUSE YOU AND PA KEEP ASKING ME TO JUST STAY HERE AND WORK FOR THE HOLIDAYS THEN I SAY OKAY MA. IF NOT DUH I'LL FLY HOME LAH. CAN GO HOME WHY STAY HERE. Not saying that I dont like it here, but everyone's going home! And I'd wanna see everyone and spend time home after so long also what! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, my dad even told my mum that he'll talk to me about going home because I said I'll stay here. WHUT. ._. Because that's what he said what. Psh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And just to clarify, it's only a small teeny weeny possibility that I'm gonna go home hor. NOT CONFIRMED YET. I wouldnt have said anything unless it was confirmed (but then again, I might not and just home and surprise everyone xD), but I wanted to rant, so here it it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, I was told to 'explore my accommodation options' for summer holidays. So I found one option at least, and told my mum and asked her something else at the same time. And I did say that I will still continue looking around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she replied, telling me to explore more options. I ALSO KNOW. I even said that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, my mum just replied my email. I think I can faint exchanging emails with her. I shall screencap the emails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first email to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbJZwqfQfo4/TkOGR5DpIdI/AAAAAAAABsI/PcSpj4s5-ac/s1600/email1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbJZwqfQfo4/TkOGR5DpIdI/AAAAAAAABsI/PcSpj4s5-ac/s400/email1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639498800329990610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 58px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3K8LYMBqGM/TkOGRnn5odI/AAAAAAAABsA/uvp7_01OCgM/s1600/email2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R3K8LYMBqGM/TkOGRnn5odI/AAAAAAAABsA/uvp7_01OCgM/s400/email2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639498795650228690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 61px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-JAGj5UnjE/TkOGRg1eR_I/AAAAAAAABr4/J108w1odiLQ/s1600/email3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-JAGj5UnjE/TkOGRg1eR_I/AAAAAAAABr4/J108w1odiLQ/s400/email3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639498793828108274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 109px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoRvn6O9gF4/TkOGRcjB_3I/AAAAAAAABrw/rIa6_PGIu5I/s1600/email4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoRvn6O9gF4/TkOGRcjB_3I/AAAAAAAABrw/rIa6_PGIu5I/s400/email4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639498792677015410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 15px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still come and hahaha me. Wah, I want to faint sia. My father also win lor please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not angry, just... super wth. And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/9f87168c.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/028cca0f.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno whether to laugh or cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm gonna go for my movie now! Gantz: Perfect Answer! :DDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*inserting random gif*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/c2a543fc.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nino's sniggering, Aiba's laughing away, and Jun's totally, 'wtf?' And Sho's just,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/0cde28f8.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, that costume thing that Sho is wearing there, that was just before one of their variety shows. And he freaking got onto the variety show &lt;i&gt;in that costume&lt;/i&gt;. And he's a newscaster mind you. Plus national idol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wackiest newscaster, anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-2640496532827212850?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2640496532827212850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=2640496532827212850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2640496532827212850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2640496532827212850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbJZwqfQfo4/TkOGR5DpIdI/AAAAAAAABsI/PcSpj4s5-ac/s72-c/email1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-1351931478411419846</id><published>2011-08-07T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:23:59.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that my posts have been pretty long. So here's a short one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-1351931478411419846?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1351931478411419846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=1351931478411419846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1351931478411419846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1351931478411419846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-realised-that-my-posts-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-2878327418362070225</id><published>2011-08-07T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T13:52:47.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Day Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aquarius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, I havent updated in more than a week. Well, there's nothing much to update either. Except for the fact that I went to Red Rocks Reserve last Saturday, and the Botanical Gardens yesterday. I have loads of pictures, but I wont be blogging about these today. Maybe later in the week. There was this dinner among Singaporeans in lieu of National Day last night that I went to. Mostly students, and some are working. There were 3 tables, and this table I was sitting at, decided to introduced ourselves. So we went one round, and I was about halfway through. And everyone before me has been in NZ for years! One even 10 years! And then when it came to me, 'Hi, I'm Xin Ying, and I've been here for 5 weeks.' &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dinner wasnt too bad. It was at this Malaysian restaurant, incidentally the very first restaurant I went to eat at when I came here. Ordered chicken rice this time, and it was good! (: It was kinda fun too. After a while, everyone just kinda started walking around talking to those from other tables, and there was this one person - she's working - who came to our table and sat a seat away from me. More of talking to the ones beside her, but I was listening in too. :P And then she suddenly decided to talk about how guys from different nationalities are like as boyfriends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was interesting. xD There were UK, Italian, Japanese, Korean, China, Msia, Kiwi and of course, Singaporean guys. :P Results are as follow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italians are the best. They're really gentlemanly. But they can get violent. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UK guys can be pretty domineering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japanese/Korean guys are the worst because they expect the girls to walk behind them and go after them instead of them going after the girls. (I would still like to maintain the fact that all guys are different. Japanese at least. Yes, I'm biased. :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont remember China and Msia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiwi guys are really nice, because apparently, the girls here can get kinda domineering at times, so they're pretty laidback. Or too laidback. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, Sg guys. (Arent you all waiting for that? :P) 'Gentlemanly, but narrowminded.' And my first thoughts when I heard that were 'Gentleman? Really not? Hmmmm. Okay lah, maybe sometimes.' xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a 25% worth Jap test on Tuesday. It doesnt make sense for a test to be 25%! T.T We dont have a final exam for it, I guess that's why. But still! And that test requires us to memorise the geography, history, origins, religion and mythology plus reading through another 4 diff types of text, of up to a total of 70 pages. T.T Quoting this other Singapore &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then week after, I have a stats paper on Tues, Jap Journal deadline on Wed and Psych test on Thurs. Zomg. Kill me please. But okay, at least I have 2 weeks of break after that. Which I highly suspect that I'll just be staying home and doing nothing. T.T Nat's gonna be away for a week for a holiday with her family in Melbourne, which kinda leaves me more or less alone. Lol. Sad life. Ahahahaha. I was randomly wondering, and thought of maybe making a few days' trip down to Auckland? Hmmm. Or maybe I'll just hop onto a bus to whatever suburb and explore the place a bit. Ahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, some Aquarius stuff. For my own reference. :P There's nothing else, so you can just skip if you're not interested. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Aquarians often unassuming and indifferent to attention. Yet they are fiercely independent in matters of the mind and spirit.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'They are often experts when it comes to relationships. They can tell you a great deal about all the different theories of emotions and feelings, but this can often be a very clever defence against actually feeling anything for themselves.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Aquarians hate being the first to call or text because they feel like they're bugging you if they do.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'When Aquarians walk, mostly likely they need to slow down waiting for their 'slowmo' gang behind.' &lt;i&gt;NO WONDER I ALWAYS WALK SO FAST. Mystery solved! xDD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Aquarians are very polite, friendly and classy, which makes them quite a pleasant presence to be surround by.' &lt;i&gt;Oh dont you love me? xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Aquarians are honest, slow to anger, and never irrational.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Aquarians are very slow at becoming aware of their feelings.' &lt;i&gt;Oh yes. Did I ever mention that I had this crush on this guy, but didnt know until the crush was gone? xDD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'No one can remain as calm when a love mate is on the verge of leaving than an Aquarian.' Cant imagine myself going crazy either. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnsimynFp81qev5ygo1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnsimynFp81qev5ygo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpes431nUt1qev5ygo1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpes431nUt1qev5ygo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnw5bakUWe1qev5ygo1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnw5bakUWe1qev5ygo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmlcwnk4Zv1qev5ygo1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmlcwnk4Zv1qev5ygo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkyec9kBDw1qev5ygo1_400.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkyec9kBDw1qev5ygo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, off for dinner! &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-2878327418362070225?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2878327418362070225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=2878327418362070225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2878327418362070225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2878327418362070225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-i-havent-updated-in-more-than-week.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8925205516085501999</id><published>2011-07-28T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:11:23.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;MY &lt;s&gt;BOX&lt;/s&gt; FOOD IS FINALLY HERE. :DDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/d5dd8c76.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, my Arashi stuff! :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.plixi.com/api/tpapi.svc/imagefromurl?size=medium&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Flockerz.com%2Fs%2F124304773" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.plixi.com/api/tpapi.svc/imagefromurl?size=medium&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Flockerz.com%2Fs%2F124304773" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 448px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their latest album and a book! The book is kinda like a journal of their travels to different parts of Japan individually. It was first released beginning of the year, and only to schools as textbooks. And then they came up with a handheld version about a month ago to sell, and proceeds go to the victims of the Tsunami. SEE. I BUY NOT JUST BECAUSE OF ARASHI HOR. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, the food! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.plixi.com/api/tpapi.svc/imagefromurl?size=medium&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Flockerz.com%2Fs%2F124327067" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.plixi.com/api/tpapi.svc/imagefromurl?size=medium&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Flockerz.com%2Fs%2F124327067" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 448px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much food, I also pai seh post. AHAHAHAHA. But here it is! :DDD THERE'S EVEN PI PA GAO OKAY. I'M DAMN AMAZED AT THAT. HAHAHA. I asked my mum to send it oover cos I was coughing so badly then. But I thought she'd send the small bottle. She sent the big one! Lololol. And among that, is this Japanese instant noodle pack that Willie had and passed it to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/show/large/5x1o3w" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/large/5x1o3w" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 448px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says 5 there, so there are 5 servings. And this is how they packed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/show/large/5x1o3u" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 448px;" src="http://twitpic.com/show/large/5x1o3u" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not separated but together! So cute! Okay, cute's not the exact word. Maybe more... exquisite? :D It's Japan afterall. ;D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Willie! AND THANKS FOR THE CALL LAST NIGHT! BUT PLEASE DONT CALL. SAVE THE MONEY THEN USE IT TO COME FIND ME BETTER! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the last category, others. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.plixi.com/api/tpapi.svc/imagefromurl?size=medium&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Flockerz.com%2Fs%2F124334186" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 448px;" src="http://api.plixi.com/api/tpapi.svc/imagefromurl?size=medium&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Flockerz.com%2Fs%2F124334186" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Consists of my camera battery charge cos I forgot to bring, a wind breaker, a little alarm clock (XD), a brush, clothes brush, a few little towels, hairbands, &lt;i&gt;doublesided tape&lt;/i&gt;, socks. And what I'm most amazed with, are &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;slippers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Can see? Under the socks. xD I seriously had this expression on my face when I saw it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/722c8ac2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this has got to be the most excited I've been, opening a parcel. Seriously. You know those super excited little kids opening their presents under the Xmas tree, and then spazzing after getting what they really wanted? Yep, I'm sure I was something like that, save the Xmas tree. xD I've been waiting for this for a week! Cos my mum told me it should have arrived last thurs/fri. But it came only today. Duh I'd get excited! The sad thing was, I collected the parcel only 40min before my lecture, so I could only take a quick look before I had to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it made me a very happy girl for the rest of the day! :DDDDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School related stuff I did today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 45min psych lecture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Submit insurance claim forms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent less than 2hours in school. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, did I mention that tutorials here are optional? :P I admit, I skipped a few so far. But I'll go when I need to, dont worry! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not coughing as much now, thank God. But it transferred to my nose instead. I tell you, everytime after I clear my nose, it feels raped. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather's also not so cold now! :D It was 14 degrees when I checked this afternoon. Which would be really cold, Sg's standards. But after the past few days, it feels pretty nice. Cooling. Unless the wind starts to blow damn strongly. There were already guys wearing a shirt and knee-length pants out k! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, pictures from the gathering at my place are up on FB! Uploading the ones at the airport now!&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/11140224-8925205516085501999?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8925205516085501999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8925205516085501999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8925205516085501999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8925205516085501999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-box-food-is-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_d5dd8c76.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-4628375743497273216</id><published>2011-07-27T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T00:24:02.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tom Felton on Conan's show. Omg the Drarry pics. And his reactions on seeing them. xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wg1EBpeEKa4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never read the books, and watched 6 out of the 7 movies of HP. Dont remember why, but I missed the Half Blood Prince movie. Never been a huge fan, but I do like HP enough. (: Every tried reading the books, but I kinda got bored and stopped. Watching the last installment kinda makes me wanna read them though. But we'll see. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a huge fan, so I cant say that I'm part of the fandom. But the HP fandom in Tumblr has been amazing. The macros and edits they come up with, (Y). And the gifs! Before I even watched the movie, gifs were &lt;s&gt;floating&lt;/s&gt; swimming around. Especially those more significant scenes. I swear, I was just going 'Oh, so this is where this gif came from' throughout the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scenes include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Prof McGonagall's 'Ooh, I've always wanted to use that spell.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loxd0egx2x1qj3drgo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loxd0egx2x1qj3drgo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 208px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Mrs Weasley's 'Not my daughter, you bitch.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loj27xjRD51r02nalo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loj27xjRD51r02nalo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 216px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Snape's memories/last words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozp4luoyV1qg6has.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozp4luoyV1qg6has.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 175px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozrdnbNGa1qmlrnno1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozrdnbNGa1qmlrnno1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 208px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozus0qzHx1qgvszuo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozus0qzHx1qgvszuo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 207px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozpc7OXyz1qg6has.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozpc7OXyz1qg6has.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 211px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Ron and Hermione's kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lof9nbo7IR1qb37xko2_r2_250.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lof9nbo7IR1qb37xko2_r2_250.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 104px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lof9nbo7IR1qb37xko3_r2_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lof9nbo7IR1qb37xko3_r2_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 170px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Draco and Voldemort's awkward hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozleiTUYB1qkka1po1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozleiTUYB1qkka1po1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 222px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, all the slamming of Twilight shippers. Apparently someone was saying that the next Twilight installment will beat DH's sales. HAH. Right. I think can wait long long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loy0l3vWCu1qfej27o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loy0l3vWCu1qfej27o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 467px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, random HP related pics/macros ahead~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozv6aW1tX1qk5pyio1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozv6aW1tX1qk5pyio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 482px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lof2kaU6cp1qc7geho1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lof2kaU6cp1qc7geho1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozw6yl7dP1qbzzk8o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozw6yl7dP1qbzzk8o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 510px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozwegTqNa1qdmd6so1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lozwegTqNa1qdmd6so1_500.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 392px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lntuuuNSFh1qf7ifao1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lntuuuNSFh1qf7ifao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to conclude, here is HP in 99 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y57sYHIDP_Y?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-4628375743497273216?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4628375743497273216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=4628375743497273216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4628375743497273216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4628375743497273216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/tom-felton-on-conans-show.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wg1EBpeEKa4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-7756579062437813054</id><published>2011-07-26T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:27:06.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 incidents today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) There was some kind of blackout, not just in school, but apparently part of Wellington. So we had a lecture in darkness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I went to the doc's again, and it looks like I cracked a bone in my ribs cos I coughed too much/hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didnt really say that it's a crack; can only be confirmed through an xray, but they dont do xrays for this. But I did feel a crack in my ribs this afternoon in school. Damn. F*cking. Pain. And after that, it was just pain whatever I do. Cough, blow my nose, take deep breaths, reach for something, change position (from sitting to standing and vice versa). Doc says it's gonna take 1 to 2 weeks to heal. And gave me painkillers. Kill me please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had dinner at 5+, and not it's 10.20om. AND I'M STARVING. ARGH. Stomach can you calm down for once! I know I'm always hungry and I do love to eat but this gets irritating! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, off to look for food/bathe/whatever. Bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-7756579062437813054?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7756579062437813054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=7756579062437813054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7756579062437813054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7756579062437813054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-incidents-today.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-4580990425139853985</id><published>2011-07-24T16:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:39:54.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MatsuJun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARASHI'S HAVING THEIR CONCERT IN OSAKA RIGHT NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); 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outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; opacity: 1; max-width: 125px; height: auto !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); -webkit-box-shadow: rgb(187, 187, 187) 0px 1px 4px; box-shadow: rgb(187, 187, 187) 0px 1px 4px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their first concert for the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost a year ago, for one of their concerts, I was there, in Japan. In Tokyo. And I stood outside the venue, joining the fans who were sitting around outside, and cant be inside. The best part is, there's this building nearby with glass windows. You know what we did? We were looking at the glass window for (distorted) reflections of what's happening inside. Fans around were just singing along to the songs. And every time the song changed and someone got it right, she's so happy she's squealing away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was pretty blown away, being able to be there. It wasnt really like I planned it either. I realised it after I was there, and 'devised a plan' for me to go there. I was there with my grandma, and to be honest, though it wasnt very nice, I asked my grandma to walk around Taka and I'd meet her later, while I went to the con. Even if you asked if I'd do it again, I would. Maybe I'll just pull my grandma along this time. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song list this year looks so amazing! I WANNA BE THERE SO BAD. Beautiful World Concert DVD, I'm coming for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do realise people do think that I'm a crazy fangirl. I assure you that I'm not. There are definitely a lot of people out there who will be 10 times crazier than me. But I've realised that why people think that I seem to be extra crazy when it comes to Arashi, is because I can be pretty indifferent when it comes to other stuff in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I agree, actually. It's not very often that you see me all excited over something. The only difference is that I'm going crazy over a bunch of guys who I will probably never meet, and will never know what I exist. And this is why others think that I'm crazy. If I were talking about something else, say a sport or a hobby, would you think that I'm crazy? Probably not. I'm still talking excitedly about something I like. Like anyone would, when they're talking about something they like. It's just that in my case, it's bunch of Japanese guys. I'm starting to reiterate, so I shall stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottomline is, no matter what, I will always love Arashi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qc9RNqiSa1A/Tivu0_yDCVI/AAAAAAAABrI/y1Wwnm95Wyc/s1600/tumblr_lnds7yoJnl1qjt28lo1_250.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qc9RNqiSa1A/Tivu0_yDCVI/AAAAAAAABrI/y1Wwnm95Wyc/s400/tumblr_lnds7yoJnl1qjt28lo1_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632858353198893394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANdSQ22mVxE/Tivu0uhv3_I/AAAAAAAABrA/ADlOG7BuZdM/s1600/tumblr_llzvtrqpHb1qg3vypo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ANdSQ22mVxE/Tivu0uhv3_I/AAAAAAAABrA/ADlOG7BuZdM/s400/tumblr_llzvtrqpHb1qg3vypo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632858348567126002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjYmKnPT6Js/Tivu0Qu1SKI/AAAAAAAABq4/bQh8Io5ZsTY/s1600/tumblr_lfglouD41i1qdwcb9o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjYmKnPT6Js/Tivu0Qu1SKI/AAAAAAAABq4/bQh8Io5ZsTY/s400/tumblr_lfglouD41i1qdwcb9o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632858340568942754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7drP4COFvU/Tivu0DlXvgI/AAAAAAAABqw/4R7wOZUFohk/s1600/tumblr_lotsvyg2gw1qfwvdvo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7drP4COFvU/Tivu0DlXvgI/AAAAAAAABqw/4R7wOZUFohk/s400/tumblr_lotsvyg2gw1qfwvdvo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632858337039597058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OK0YZk0VdwI/Tivuz7BpfXI/AAAAAAAABqo/oKuD0NuOL9c/s1600/tumblr_lo84g8Wle81qadqh0o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OK0YZk0VdwI/Tivuz7BpfXI/AAAAAAAABqo/oKuD0NuOL9c/s400/tumblr_lo84g8Wle81qadqh0o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632858334742281586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, before you guys get bored (if you havent), I shall go on to my real life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, it's 10.10pm. Havent done my laundry for the week. So I shall do it later. :3 Yea, I have really weird housekeeping hours. Once, I did my laundry at 2am. X3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was supposed to go for a coastal tour yesterday with Nat organised by her church (I always seem to be pulled into church activities by my friends. LOLOL), but it was raining, and cold, so it was pushed to next Sat. And it was just raining the whole day. And today! Stopped for an hour maybe, and then continued again. And I swear, it was just blowing away at the same time, the rain falls sideways okay. You can see the rain not going straight down, but sideways. And so because of the rain also, plans to go to Mount Vic this morning were cancelled. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically kinda just stayed in the whole weekend cos it's so cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention that I went to this sushi place over the week? Dont think so. I went with a few others from my floor to have sushi for dinner. :D It was not bad actually. Opened by real Japanese. 8D So I was kinda thinking working there. $13 an hour, which is the minimum pay in NZ. So I'm thinking that there should be others around offering more? But the thing is, it's a Japanese eatery/restaurant, so I dont really mind... They want a CV. Lol. Maybe I'll head down to pass it to them next week. Walking distance too! Okay, basically, it's in the city, but the city is walking distance. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to know this girl, Bernadette, and she's a Kpop fan. And she invited me to her place for a Korean potluck thing next Sunday. LOL. Well, we'll see how it goes. It looks like most of them are Asians though, looking at the names. Ahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 3 weeks since I'm here. I'm sorry, but I'm not homesick (yet). I do miss being around my friends, going out with them and all, but I dont feel the urgent need to fly home right now. I'm not breaking down crying because I miss home either. I'm... okay. My mum and aunt were betting that I'd be homesick really soon though. Quoting my mum, 'Ya, you're okay now, wait till I go home, then you see how.' It's been 2 weeks and I'm fine. :P I'm not really missing anyone also, tbh. &lt;s&gt;Dont kill me!&lt;/s&gt; You cant! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did call a few friends here and there though. Using a calling card. IT'S SO NICE HEARING THEIR VOICES ON MY PHONE AGAIN. Hello people (not all but you know who I'm referring to), why is it that you can spend on me and I cant? Huh? Doesnt make sense okay! And one of them, I called at such a timely time. That call was so worth it. And people, despite what I said about being buay paiseh and all that (if I mentioned it to you :P), dont worry about it okay! I was just kidding. Or trying to bully you. :P Always good to talk to y'all. &amp;lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, a couple random rants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I've been told many times, but for the first time, because I felt used, I see how fake you are, and how much you want to seem like you're so popular, like you're so wanted. Nope, not really. Not by me anyway. Not anymore. That said, I do love how close we &lt;i&gt;used to be&lt;/i&gt; (I actually even cried because of you before), and I actually really like your hugs. One of my favourites, tbh. But if the hugs you gave me was just to show something, to prove something, just go away thanks. No need. I have other friends who genuinely hug me, just because. The rs I have with you now... I'm actually hoping for it to just slowly fade away. Started for a long time already anyway. And now that I'm in NZ, it kinda makes it easier, to be brutally honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asked many times, initially, why I wanted to stay friends with you, remain so close to you. Maybe I was just hanging on that thread of hope, that things could have gone back the way we were. But I should have known that it'd never happen. Because we could never be honest with each other. You were never honest with me. Okay, maybe sometimes. But not when it mattered. And I couldnt bring myself to tell you the stuff that mattered to me in my life after that. I wanted to, but I couldnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I will not. You are one of those friends, who was around for only a season. Byebye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Friend #2... I dont know what to say, really. We're so close, but I dont know what you're thinking sometimes. And honestly, I get jealous of your other friends. You can tell me about them, how much you love them, and enjoy spending time with them and everything. I seriously wonder what you think of me, or what you tell other friends about me. Am I as awesome as your other friends? Do you have as much fun with me as you do with the others? Or am I the only one so close to you because you're comfortable enough to tell me your problems, and hence, we're so close? (Honestly, this isnt the first time I've thought this. It's been a long time.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really thankful and gratified that I'm someone you can be so comfortable with. But I want to be that fun friend too. I feel like the times when I can have fun with you ran away somehow. We ever laughed so hard till we cried over nothing at all at one point. But that somehow seem to have disappeared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, you're still one of my closest and most important friends, and I still want you around okay? Maybe just some upgrading from comfortable to fun will be nice. xD That said, I've got to come home first. And I dont know when. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Done. Sorry for starting the post so high and then putting you through this. Ahahahaha. So for that, I shall leave you with one of my favourite gifs of Jun! xD Enjoy! &amp;lt;3333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/b2942259.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-4580990425139853985?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4580990425139853985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=4580990425139853985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4580990425139853985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4580990425139853985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/arashis-having-their-concert-in-osaka.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qc9RNqiSa1A/Tivu0_yDCVI/AAAAAAAABrI/y1Wwnm95Wyc/s72-c/tumblr_lnds7yoJnl1qjt28lo1_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-3134759005922850293</id><published>2011-07-21T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:53:53.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My family is kinda scattered all over the place now. I'm here in NZ, siblings in Sg, while my parents are somewhere now, on the way to Alaska cruise. They shiok only lor. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means my house at home now has only 4 people. LOL. Actually, it doesnt really make any difference other than at night anyway. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to blog about my past few days, but since it's already late, I'm just gonna say this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised yesterday morning that for the first time in my life, my birthday next year is going to be during the holidays. If I really am not going back end of this year for the holidays, and I'll be working here or something,&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; I am going to take the day off on my birthday and do an extreme sport of some kind. &lt;/i&gt;Pretty cool to spend my 21st birthday eh? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to see a doctor for my cough tmr. At 9.45am. T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight! (: &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-3134759005922850293?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3134759005922850293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=3134759005922850293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3134759005922850293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3134759005922850293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-family-is-kinda-scattered-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-7038515350025976456</id><published>2011-07-16T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:30:38.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did wake up for brunch today though! Love their hashbrowns! :DD It's been a week, and I conclude that my favourite food from them are their hashbrowns and ice cream. ;D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed to this flea market after breakfast with Nat, another Singaporean Andrea and another Malaysian Rachel. It was kinda small, but the things they sell there, some damn nice! There was even a small corner selling food and a few guys playing guitar, violin whatnot, kinda busking. Oh, the flea market is in a carpark. Ahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's near the harbour too. And there was a playground with swings! :DD So I went off to play by myself for a while. Ahahahahaha. Everyone else playing were little kids with their parents though. I was the biggest kid around. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that walked to Salvation Army cos the girls wanted to look around and see if they could buy anything. I looked around already, nothing much then just sit one corner play with my phone. Ahahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back, just a few steps away from Salvation Army, there was this little alley with someone selling loads of stuff, kinda like a garage sale. Boxes of books lined the way in, each selling only at a dollar! And for some reason, I got this Social Psychology textbook. It's even printed in Singapore! Ahahahaha. Problem is, it's printed in 1988. It's even older than me! Ahahahahha. Oh well, can always use it for reference. Hopefully. Ahahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather's so dry here, my skin will split open itself. T.T I've got like 3 little cuts on my fingers now, not because I cut it, but because my skin is so dry. ): And for some reason, I seem to have burnt myself? Dunno because of the sun, or because I use hot water sometimes and it's too hot. Just my hands though, the area connecting my thumb and index finger. Kinda hurts when I putting it under warm or slightly hot water. Gonna spam my aloe vera gel. Ahahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I wanted to sleep one and a half hours ago. Lol. Didnt really sleep as much as I wanted last night, so I'm really sleepy now. So I shall! Nights! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-7038515350025976456?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7038515350025976456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=7038515350025976456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7038515350025976456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7038515350025976456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-did-wake-up-for-brunch-today-though.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-4010478413098587533</id><published>2011-07-15T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:45:51.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAI GUISE. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attempt to wake for breakfast: Failed. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARASHI'S PERFORMANCE ON MUSIC STATION TONIGHT. IT'S AWESOME. THE OPENING IS MAD COOL. AND EVEN THE EFFECTS USED THROUGHOUT THE PERFORMANCE. THIS SHOW IS LIVE BTW. WHICH MAKES IT EVEN MORE AMAZING. JAPAN IS AMAZING. I LOVE JAPAN. IT'S YOUR LOSS IF YOU DONT WATCH IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="6ujkwg3xc04$" width="642px" height="390px" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://flvs.daum.net/flvPlayer.swf?vid=6ujkwg3xc04$"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flvs.daum.net/flvPlayer.swf?vid=6ujkwg3xc04$" width="642px" height="390px" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt really like the song when it first came out, but I'm slowly... adapting to it. Ahahahaha. EVEN THEN, THE PERFORMANCE IS *____*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been dling stuff, and I think now the school blocked me from using the website to dl stuff? ONE WEEK ONLY. Jialat. T.T So now I cant dl the performance above. T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT EV HAS KINDLY OFFERED TO DL FOR ME AND SEND TO ME ON A DVD. AHAHAHAHA. Whatever it is, I'm gonna compile a whole list of links I wanna download stuff from and save it somewhere. And have it downloaded someday. I WAS ALREADY LOOKING AT BROADBAND PLANS DAMNIT. Or if I ever go home one day, Imma spam like crazy. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, you guys are probably like 'tsk tsk tsk'-ing me and think that I'm really crazy already. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this gathering thing tonight for new international students. I didnt wanna go, but the few I know were going, so I went as well. I kinda mingled a little I guess. But mostly just walked around myself, or standing around, or joining the friends I already know. Lol. Got to know a few more other Singaporeans though. 3 of them are from SMU/NUS on a student exchange. AND THERE WAS ONE JAPANESE GUY. :P He was telling me that he went to high school in NZ, then tried for UK uni but failed, so come back here. Ahahahahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Imma go sleep now. Going to a flea market tmr! And then maybe going back to the parliment house again. Cos a couple others wanna go. Ahahahaha. It's pretty nice though. And then... I dont know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday Harry Potter! :D And someone mentioned go-kart. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, off to bed with an empty stomach! (Some things never change. :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights! &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-4010478413098587533?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4010478413098587533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=4010478413098587533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4010478413098587533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4010478413098587533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/hai-guise.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-4368591239419290422</id><published>2011-07-14T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T23:10:15.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MatsuJun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to randomly add random pictures anywhere in my post anytime I feel that they're too wordy and need spicing up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2O_c2isYFY/Th8GEE9t68I/AAAAAAAABqY/yg_9YBBGylM/s1600/tumblr_lobdaq75zB1qb3g2vo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2O_c2isYFY/Th8GEE9t68I/AAAAAAAABqY/yg_9YBBGylM/s400/tumblr_lobdaq75zB1qb3g2vo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629224726358256578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts from now on, add 4hours yourself if you're interested okay. I lazy change time. :P &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to say, mystery solved. We burn more fats when we're cold, apparently. So... I should eat more? Hmmm. I dont know. Ahahahahhaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this morning was a freaking miracle! I ACTUALLY WOKE UP FOR BREAKFAST. When my lessons were like 3? And I was meeting a few people at only 11? And I actually woke up at 8+ for breakfast. I'm amazed, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I kinda went back to bed after breakfast. Ahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to look for my friends after that. I wouldnt really call them friends yet? But calling them people seem so rude. D: Anyway, went to look for them, sat at this place (it's actually an overhead bridge connecting the schools together but there are sofas and stuff for people to hang out) for a while before going to Hunter Lounge; basically kinda like a cafe. But it's pretty huge for a cafe. WAITED FOR A DAMN LONG TIME FOR MY SANDWICH. Which might have caused me to lao sai. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the point is, while waiting at the Hunter Lounge for our food, one of the girls, Lisa, met her friend there. HE'S DAMN CUTE. Not in terms of appearance, but when he talks, he's damn animated, and kinda like a machine gun. Just goes on and on, and he will suddenly intro himself to us. Oh, he's gay. And he's damn open about it! A bunch of like 6 of us, only 1 is his friend, he was just telling her about how he met this new guy whom he thought is cute and all just like that. Not caring about whether there are others around or not. AND HE WAS EVEN WONDERING OUT LOUD IN FRONT OF US WHETHER THAT GUY IS A GOOD KISSER. AHAHAHAHAHA. And he was encouraging us to join this club or something that supports gays, lesbians etc. Cute lah, cute. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest then left for their lecs, leaving just 2 of us. This other girl's Naomi, and she's half Japanese! xD The other half is german. But she doesnt look like a Japanese at all! Accompanied me to the bank to deposit money, and then went to the library to print notes before sitting somewhere to wait for her lec to start. So we kinda started chatting and of course Arashi came into the picture. xDD But she doesnt seem that huge a fan. It's okay. All's cool. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random picture time~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erKFxWC2CPs/Th8GEaP_6NI/AAAAAAAABqg/NgYQsQXZp70/s1600/IMG_3813.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erKFxWC2CPs/Th8GEaP_6NI/AAAAAAAABqg/NgYQsQXZp70/s400/IMG_3813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629224732072077522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabriel! :D &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an hour free after she left, so went around settle admin stuff (again.), and then made a short trip home to refill my bottle with warm water. THEY DONT HAVE WARM WATER IN SCHOOL. Gah. Still kinda coughing away, so I'd very much prefer warm water. Luckily I live so nearby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lec, went home, and kinda fell asleep again until it was time for dinner. Luckily Natalie, the Malaysian I mentioned before, kinda woke me up to go for dinner together. Else I think I'd have missed it. Lol. Was so sleepy during dinner. x.x Ice cream was really nice though! :D Went back for seconds with Nat. Ahahahhaa. When we went back the second time, I got to know these other 2 Sg guys. Done with NS, and it's already their second term here. Best thing for them is, they didnt know each other beforehand, but they're taking the same course and lessons, even electives. Good for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Potter this Sunday! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I shall attempt to wake up for breakfast again tmr. xD Nights! &amp;lt;333&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/11140224-4368591239419290422?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4368591239419290422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=4368591239419290422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4368591239419290422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4368591239419290422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-going-to-randomly-add-random.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2O_c2isYFY/Th8GEE9t68I/AAAAAAAABqY/yg_9YBBGylM/s72-c/tumblr_lobdaq75zB1qb3g2vo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-6426250403940688575</id><published>2011-07-12T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:26:52.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgDeRTP35xc/ThxnxxmQ0-I/AAAAAAAABqQ/kNsVoU8j4nk/s1600/IMG_4141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgDeRTP35xc/ThxnxxmQ0-I/AAAAAAAABqQ/kNsVoU8j4nk/s400/IMG_4141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628487739131352034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligatory post with a picture because I havent updated for some time. xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's obviously me, and that building behind is where I'm staying now. My room is the second last floor, 3rd window from inside. :P  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settling down pretty alright I guess. BUT THE FOOD. Everything's sweet! It's like, rice with sweet sauce and meat. The main dish was supposed to be sweet and sour pork today. It's not. It's just pork in sweet sauce. And the meat was tough. And they eat like, carbo on carbo. D: Rice and potatoes. My mum was telling me that I'll sure grow fat(ter). I'm watching what I eat now. And for some reason my jeans seem looser. AHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the wind. Wah I tell you. Really, one day, if you hear news of someone being blown away in Wellington, that's me. It gets scary sometimes when it's just howling and howling away at night. And it's really howling howling okay. You dont get that in singapore. And the roads are damn freaking steep. It feels so dangerous when you're walking uphill, and the wind's blowing at you. Feels like you might just end up falling and rolling down the hill anytime. Which is happening to me everyday, cos I need to climb a hill everytime I wanna go to school or out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the 2 nights my mum stayed with me here in the hostel, the first night, her pet phrase was 'I'll leave this behind for you.' The second is 'OPEN YOUR MOUTH'. True, I need to. BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO SUSTAIN CONVERSATIONS. Better not to start than to leave it hanging awkwardly? =/ But yea I know. I do need to open my mouth. Ahahahha. Not saying that I havent made friends lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda been hanging out with this girl on my floor. She's Malaysian (loads of malaysians and china chinese here!). Nope, not malay. Chinese. But she doesnt speak chinese. Ahahahhaa. Not exactly hanging out either I think. But we've been going to settle our admin stuff and what not together. And sitting together during meals? She's really nice and pretty outgoing. And I think she's quite pretty! xD But my whole floor kinda goes for dinner together, so it's one whole bunch. Cool, but I dont ever open my mouth, so I'm just sitting there listening. Ahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this Korean, but her accent isnt Korean, so I think she's been living in NZ all her life or something. She's the most outgoing one among the bunch, and the first one I spoke to cos I had a question. Ahahahaha. And she was like, 'Oh you're my neighbour! Hi five!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This other guy taking music. His hair is damn curly! And he's really nice. Was the first one to come and sit and chat with me during my first dinner when I sat alone. He was already with a bunch of people, but he brought his tray and all and came over to chat with me! But he seems like the quiet type too. Ahahahhaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this other girl. THE WAY SHE TALKS IS LIKE HOW LUNA LOVEGOOD IN HARRY POTTER TALKS. REALLY. All softspoken and kinda random at times. Damn cute! And her hairy is super curly! The type that when you pull it straight out, it springs back. xDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's okay so far I guess. Just going round settling admin stuff first. But should be done by tmr. My lessons so far are all in the afternoon, so... ;D I've only got 3 modules this sem; 2 compulsory ones for my major, &lt;s&gt;STATS INCLUDED KILL ME PLEASE,&lt;/s&gt; and an elective, which is an intro to jap culture and society! ;D They do actually teach the language and stuff, but only in the first sem, so this sem dont have. Gotta wait for a year. Unless they have it next sem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they go by trimesters here, so there are 3 sems instead of 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondering whether to take up one more modules though, cos I dont really have enough credits for this sem, but I have stats and I've never been good with numbers. So I was thinking whether to take up one more module, or just leave it and spend more time on stats. =/ Oh well, settle my admin stuff first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room is... pretty nice I guess. I quite like it. :D There's this softboard in front of the study table so we can actually pin up stuff too. And I've pasted stuff given to me around the room. Arashi posters included! 8D Gonna get more bluetack and paste the polaroids around. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few other friends are also flying off to studies these few days. And I was thinking, even before I came here, lucky I dont have a boyfriend. It was hard enough with my friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough for the night. See the time below? Add 4 hours. :P Nights! &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/ced22357.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6426250403940688575?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6426250403940688575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6426250403940688575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6426250403940688575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6426250403940688575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/obligatory-post-with-picture-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgDeRTP35xc/ThxnxxmQ0-I/AAAAAAAABqQ/kNsVoU8j4nk/s72-c/IMG_4141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-4381975873458252844</id><published>2011-07-04T08:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:26:14.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Zealand'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI GUYS. FIRST POST FROM NEW ZEALAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn sad on the flight lah. No inflight entertainment. ): But I was watching a drama I loaded on my phone. Ahahaha. Just one episode though. And then tried sleeping, but couldnt sleep. ): And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Okay, gtg. Update later!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I was sick the day before, I couldnt get enough rest on the plane, and my fever came back. ): It's pretty much gone now though. But I have a headache and it hurts when I cough. T.T Worst part is, there are no blankets or pillows! Gonna layer up myself tonight with my jackets and towel. And gloves and socks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, past 2am. I shall go sleep already. Nights people! I miss y'all! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall honestly say that I cried on the plane while reading the notes and letters. And while typing this, I feel like crying again. Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay Imma go sleep. Nights people! Take care! &amp;lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-4381975873458252844?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4381975873458252844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=4381975873458252844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4381975873458252844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4381975873458252844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-6478572113690819017</id><published>2011-07-03T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T01:50:19.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1.21am, 3 July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hell of an epic night tonight, seriously. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposed to be on a plane ten thousand miles away up in the sky now, but here I am, blogging while lying in bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason being the plane engine or tail got something wrong. So we waited until almost 8.45 (when the flight was supposed to be 7.50) before they told us that it was cancelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing my brother asked, 'so what was the whole thing for?' Because I was taking loads of photos and polaroids with Cheng and gang, the piggie gang, and Zhu. Mostly Cheng they all. Because he was the one who bought the film. 20 - spam. 10 left - use sparingly. LOLOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yea, I kinda cried a little. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; And I really went round hugging everyone. And the thing is, not everyone was around. I think I'd have cried a lot more if everyone was around. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's okay. I'm glad. (: Cos there was a gathering and many were there. Though I nearly died. So many groups of friends. I knew I couldnt handle it. It's gonna be my first and last. Okay, maybe not. I have my wedding. But that's years down the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm going to sleep now. Brain dying already. Maybe I'll post again tmr. Ahahaha. Okay, Good night! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6478572113690819017?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6478572113690819017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6478572113690819017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6478572113690819017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6478572113690819017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-1687464811753704342</id><published>2011-07-02T05:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T05:46:16.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2m6TxYLwqo/Tg4_gbfDtbI/AAAAAAAABqI/ZuopOnD-wQo/s1600/tumblr_lnm25wu0mh1qe11kdo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2m6TxYLwqo/Tg4_gbfDtbI/AAAAAAAABqI/ZuopOnD-wQo/s400/tumblr_lnm25wu0mh1qe11kdo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624502810998715826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Judge me by my size, do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry, had to be done. Too funny to pass up. xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-1687464811753704342?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1687464811753704342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=1687464811753704342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1687464811753704342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1687464811753704342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/judge-me-by-my-size-do-you-sorry-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2m6TxYLwqo/Tg4_gbfDtbI/AAAAAAAABqI/ZuopOnD-wQo/s72-c/tumblr_lnm25wu0mh1qe11kdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-4453280310416049224</id><published>2011-07-01T05:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T05:50:47.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my third time saying this, but I'll never be tired of it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my best nights ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transformers with Zhu. Supper and late night HTHT with Aaron. On the phone with Cheryl so late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been such a long time since I've been on the phone with Cheryl too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's only because I'm going away, that's why I'm able to say this. But really, I think I've got the best friends in the world. Best part is? They've stuck around with me for &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt;. Not just days or months, but years. Seeing how some people have friends who come and go so often, I'm really lucky and blessed. And not just them, 95% of my friends have been friends with me for years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, more thoughts next time. It's nearly 6am. Time to sleep. &lt;s&gt;While my bro wakes up for school.&lt;/s&gt; xD Nights! &amp;lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-4453280310416049224?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4453280310416049224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=4453280310416049224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4453280310416049224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4453280310416049224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-my-third-time-saying-this-but-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-2248620865455127538</id><published>2011-06-27T01:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T02:22:44.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent the whole day in USS today! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random decision to go cos I wanted to go before I went off to NZ. Heh. So I went with Anna, Cheryl Yan Hua and Ming Hui today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mind you, I spent the whole day there with only 2 hours of sleep the night before. Ahahhahaa. Was gonna sleep at 3+, and then Zhu called, so we had HTHT/chatted/whatsapped until 6+. Ahahhaha. And this HTHT I found out something really unfortunate, and something else really sweet and cute albeit kinda sad. ): But nope, I dont mind it a bit (staying up, missing my sleep) cos I've always loved chatting on the phone with my friends late in the/at night. &amp;lt;33 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 9, headed to Vivo to look for them, and off we went to USS! I'm kinda stoned right now to blog much, so I'm just gonna post a few pictures. Majority is with Cheryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm3AY7FOsVo/TgdzVrxrXTI/AAAAAAAABpo/9TbCw64_1Yo/s1600/P1030047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm3AY7FOsVo/TgdzVrxrXTI/AAAAAAAABpo/9TbCw64_1Yo/s400/P1030047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622589476160888114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a little mini ferris wheel in one of the shops when you exit from the ride. Damn cute! It's all caged up, so it's like you're in jail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MA1SZnChnoE/TgdzV4v0rvI/AAAAAAAABpw/05ZtCSpA0tk/s1600/P1030043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MA1SZnChnoE/TgdzV4v0rvI/AAAAAAAABpw/05ZtCSpA0tk/s400/P1030043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622589479642771186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Yzt8TlsyLQ/TgdzWt9dnFI/AAAAAAAABqA/ROQQ1BUfUV0/s1600/P1030110.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Yzt8TlsyLQ/TgdzWt9dnFI/AAAAAAAABqA/ROQQ1BUfUV0/s400/P1030110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622589493927058514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only group photo I have. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzyopZMbFSs/TgdzWSKkhFI/AAAAAAAABp4/9s6-k0Tv7wI/s1600/P1030112.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzyopZMbFSs/TgdzWSKkhFI/AAAAAAAABp4/9s6-k0Tv7wI/s400/P1030112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622589486465844306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so tired, we couldnt care less, and just sat on the floor. xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do wanna mention that we went on the Battlestar ride. xD We went on the red one, which was damn fast! 82.2km/h or something! It was the first dip that was the scariest. But after that, I was just admiring the scenery already. Hahahhaa. But the dips, I cannot tahan. Lol. My heart will &lt;s&gt;drop&lt;/s&gt; plummet. The 2nd one, it's slower, but has like 3 rounds of going around 360? I was still kinda lightheaded and wobbly when Cheryl and Yanhua wanted to go on it, so I skipped it. Lol. So did Anna and Ming Hui. Ming Hui got nauseous for sometime though. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went pretty early, and thus managed to cover most of the rides we wanted. (: FOOD IS DAMN EXPENSIVE THOUGH. $10.50 for chicken rice zomg. T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another day down, 6 more to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I counting down anyway? &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's list my plans for the week. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Monday: Going out with Miang Lin in the afternoon. At night, Zhu staying over! :DD Partly to help me pack my table. HAHA. And to spend more time together too. T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tuesday: Zhu's still gonna be around~ &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wednesday: Going out with Shuni~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Thursday: Like so far free... Or am I going out with Cheng ah? Dont remember. Ahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Friday: Dinner with Willie I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Saturday: Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, need to squeeze out time to watch my Arashi concert! T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, gonna crash. I hope I wake up in time tmr. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights! &amp;lt;3333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-2248620865455127538?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2248620865455127538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=2248620865455127538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2248620865455127538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2248620865455127538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/spent-whole-day-in-uss-today-random.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm3AY7FOsVo/TgdzVrxrXTI/AAAAAAAABpo/9TbCw64_1Yo/s72-c/P1030047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-6445556539601300440</id><published>2011-06-26T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T01:21:32.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MatsuJun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_lK-VXuHJRY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can just skip to the 25th second and listen to Jun's laughter. That's my SMS ringtone now. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that 'you know' thing, (if you bothered watching it,) the other guy was saying it as a Jap word. But Jun, being the language idiot that he is in the show, thought that they were saying 'you know?' And proceeded to laugh at their supposedly stupidity. Oh Jun. This is a clip from HYD btw. My favourite drama! And the one that pulled me in to Arashi and generally the whole of Japan. xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason why I can set an SMS ringtone for my iPhone is cos I jailbroke it. Heheh. Or more like, Ev helped me to while I was in Sydney. Ahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let me post a few Jun pics. xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone compiled her 6 favourite pictures of Jun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OqV5tz6ZQA/TgdntawrAxI/AAAAAAAABpA/q7SuMmT-sTU/s1600/tumblr_lmp1v44RsX1qex6hmo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OqV5tz6ZQA/TgdntawrAxI/AAAAAAAABpA/q7SuMmT-sTU/s400/tumblr_lmp1v44RsX1qex6hmo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622576689770595090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty much my favourite pictures too! Got more, but these are a few of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot, &lt;i&gt;cannot,&lt;/i&gt; get over how good he looks in a suit like this. Totally looking like a boss! I'd chiong learn my Jap and go apply for a job if he has a company okay! Killing 2 birds with a stone. I get to stay in Japan and I get to see/work for him. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2geA4dHcH2w/TgdntmdZu-I/AAAAAAAABpI/fOwpl-xxTFg/s1600/tumblr_lna5jehPmH1qa1uxao1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2geA4dHcH2w/TgdntmdZu-I/AAAAAAAABpI/fOwpl-xxTFg/s400/tumblr_lna5jehPmH1qa1uxao1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622576692910996450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TR3CinyAYXo/TgdnttGH2cI/AAAAAAAABpQ/JsP9EiSi3JM/s1600/tumblr_lna59vXaEL1qa1uxao1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TR3CinyAYXo/TgdnttGH2cI/AAAAAAAABpQ/JsP9EiSi3JM/s400/tumblr_lna59vXaEL1qa1uxao1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622576694692403650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is just cute. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrPnnYe7RGU/TgTP130TfKI/AAAAAAAABoM/m2jPJ45g9xQ/s1600/tumblr_lnaftdkIpd1qa5ihmo1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gyVmyUHBiN0/Tgdnt5efqQI/AAAAAAAABpY/Q6HaY8blGQ0/s1600/tumblr_lnaftdkIpd1qa5ihmo1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gyVmyUHBiN0/Tgdnt5efqQI/AAAAAAAABpY/Q6HaY8blGQ0/s400/tumblr_lnaftdkIpd1qa5ihmo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622576698015852802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrPnnYe7RGU/TgTP130TfKI/AAAAAAAABoM/m2jPJ45g9xQ/s1600/tumblr_lnaftdkIpd1qa5ihmo1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_L9y9OwytB8/TgdnuJHeP9I/AAAAAAAABpg/xdxejJEOvCc/s1600/tumblr_lnafrmwnbx1qa5ihmo1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_L9y9OwytB8/TgdnuJHeP9I/AAAAAAAABpg/xdxejJEOvCc/s400/tumblr_lnafrmwnbx1qa5ihmo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622576702214258642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been listening to these few songs over and over again these few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8v_4O44sfjM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lighters by Eminem feat Bruno Mars and Royce Da 5'9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2QtiVxosnWg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Girl Bad Girl by Miss A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8TeeJvcBdLA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to Let Go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFQstYqyUdI/TgYb71Hf_6I/AAAAAAAABo4/xfk8hhDiyFI/s1600/tumblr_lcu91hIMhX1qzxupio1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFQstYqyUdI/TgYb71Hf_6I/AAAAAAAABo4/xfk8hhDiyFI/s400/tumblr_lcu91hIMhX1qzxupio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622211899503411106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Officially less than one week before I'm flying off. And my packing status is now... half done? Clothes are pretty much done. There's just my table. Which is an arduous task itself. T.T And then going through my Arashi pictures/mags/whatever to see what I wanna bring to stare at eveyday. (FINALLY GETTING MY OWN ROOM.) And miraculously, I managed to stuff all my Arashi albums/DVDs/CDs into this box I have. Now to fit it into my luggage. My mum's gonna wonder what that is. Ahahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all, folks. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6445556539601300440?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6445556539601300440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6445556539601300440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6445556539601300440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6445556539601300440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-can-just-skip-to-25th-second-and.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_lK-VXuHJRY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-7658473325271396715</id><published>2011-06-23T22:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T05:30:40.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something came over me today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought 5 facial masks, went to Sim Lim to do the protector thing for the back of my phone, bought 1 skully phone cover and a bumper, also for my phone. Not like they're very cheap like that. Neither are they very ex lah, but still. Lol. Oh well. I'm happy with my skully cover anyway. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFdksMSSEbE/TgNOunCwisI/AAAAAAAABnM/XfFZBZXHhls/s1600/Photo1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFdksMSSEbE/TgNOunCwisI/AAAAAAAABnM/XfFZBZXHhls/s400/Photo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621423322550012610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute right! At least this one is not so fierce looking. I dont like those. Cos I'm not fierce! xDD Very nice to touch also. Hahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH OH. MY DVD CAME TODAY! :DDD I shall give y'all a break and not spazz this time. xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been going out almost everyday the past week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for dinner with Joanne, Kelly, Chenghao, Brice, Raeann and Roseann last Wed (15) night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84UoB2kBUTE/TgOLjBZYZII/AAAAAAAABnk/qhJ8KUSwpbw/s1600/264186_10150226795367921_656682920_7427523_6262193_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84UoB2kBUTE/TgOLjBZYZII/AAAAAAAABnk/qhJ8KUSwpbw/s400/264186_10150226795367921_656682920_7427523_6262193_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621490193675084930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CiXGv9JXTgs/TgOLjtjwlqI/AAAAAAAABns/PJ3mXVMQLXg/s1600/268601_10150226795787921_656682920_7427534_861562_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CiXGv9JXTgs/TgOLjtjwlqI/AAAAAAAABns/PJ3mXVMQLXg/s400/268601_10150226795787921_656682920_7427534_861562_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621490205529773730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday (16), went out with Aaron. WHO MADE ME WAIT 2.5HOURS LOR. I was out at the MRT station already still sleeping. Tsk tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went over to office! Not really lah. Went to the coffeshop first. And watched the others eat. Hahahahaha. Done already then went upstairs. And probably that was the last time seeing the trainers for I dont know how long. ): And I didnt even properly greet or talk to Ernest. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Taka Kino to get mags after Aaron and I parted. Ahahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday (17), woke up EARLY in the morning to send Joanne off to Hong Kong. That was also the last time I saw her. Had breakfast with Cheng, Brice and Raeann at Ya Kun before leaving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home to sleep, and then... went out in the evening to meet Willie for dinner! Went to this Jap restaurant at TripleOne, behind 313. And that bugger refused to let me pay again. Pft. But thank you bugger! :P &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND ON THE WAY THERE, I SAW SOMEONE WHO LOOKS LIKE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgE48GDbRuQ/TgORweFtBaI/AAAAAAAABn0/s-hrsSqLz84/s1600/tumblr_lj3rfe8Vdl1qaiz7oo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BgE48GDbRuQ/TgORweFtBaI/AAAAAAAABn0/s-hrsSqLz84/s400/tumblr_lj3rfe8Vdl1qaiz7oo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621497021785245090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUS. Except that that guy has acne on his face. HAHAHAHA. Even the body type looks the same lah! Still looked kinda pretty/good though, prob cos I'm just biased or something. Ahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed home on saturday, and went out with my mum and siblings on sunday to get stuff. Went to Tampines area. Got 2 pairs of jeans from New Look! :DD And another long-sleeved long top. Went home, then went out with my dad and grandma for dinner at a place nearby. We ordered crab beehoon, and my mum told me to eat more crab cos I wont be eating it for a long time. ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with the pigs on Monday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQdIef42QwI/TgOLisD71jI/AAAAAAAABnU/0SqMExwRZao/s1600/P1030009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQdIef42QwI/TgOLisD71jI/AAAAAAAABnU/0SqMExwRZao/s400/P1030009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621490187947988530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc_ClqslUEg/TgOLixTvglI/AAAAAAAABnc/5RsEb5j3rK8/s1600/P1030018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vc_ClqslUEg/TgOLixTvglI/AAAAAAAABnc/5RsEb5j3rK8/s400/P1030018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621490189356466770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday went out with Zhu! No pictures though. ): But we spent time together. (: Went around town to look for what stuff I can buy to bring over. Saw a pair of shoes at Nike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sneakerobsession.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/wmns-nike-toki-nd-red-white-polka-dots.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sneakerobsession.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/wmns-nike-toki-nd-red-white-polka-dots.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 615px; height: 410px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really cute! And so I've actually reserved a pair my size. Ahahhaha. But then we went over to the Nike shop at bugis, and I tried this pair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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T.T Cos the second one, the sole is thinner. And the thing is, I'll be doing a lot of walking in Wellington. So the logical choice is the first one. And I've already reserved anyway... Aiya, dunno leh. And the prices are like, another factor to consider first. Ahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Wed, met up with Pauline for dinner! To pass her her stuff I brought back from Sydney for her. Hahahaha. And to get my msg! HAHAHA. And she gave me a MatsuJun pic too! :DDD Dinner was fun. :D She talks a lot, really. And fast too! Which meant that she spoke more. Ahahahha. 95% of the time, she was talking. Not that I minded. Hahahaha. Fun to listen and watch her talk! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, went around settling some stuff. And went to the office to slack for about an hour too. Ahhahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH OH. ARASHI'S CONCERT GOODS ARE OUT. AND THE PHOTOS OF EACH MEMBER ARE TAKEN BY ANOTHER MEMBER. SO. DAMN. CUTE. I HAVE NEVER WANTED CONCERT GOODS SO MUCH. T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the main point is this: I'm following this Arashi fan on twitter who is currently on a student exchange in Japan. So she was like buying a whole lot of stuff for her friends back in Sg. And she got extra, cos I think she had too many orders and kinda ordered extra by mistake. So she asked on twitter if anyone wanted the extras. One Nino photoset, one Jun photoset and a keychain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M GETTING THE JUN PHOTOSET. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked, and when I saw her reply, I was just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/aacfaf84.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/722c8ac2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repeat those 2 reactions, plus going 'OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG' for like ten thousand times after that. SERIOUS. SOM PAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even started pacing around, even walking from my room to my grandma's and back. xDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, sorry. I said I'd spare you this time, but I still spazzed in the end. But how could I not!?!? :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY, the time is... really early. :P Even Ev woke up already. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight/morning! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-7658473325271396715?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7658473325271396715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=7658473325271396715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7658473325271396715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7658473325271396715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-came-over-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFdksMSSEbE/TgNOunCwisI/AAAAAAAABnM/XfFZBZXHhls/s72-c/Photo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8807351078883086271</id><published>2011-06-16T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:52:01.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>3.53am&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm sitting on the wall separating my house and my neighbour's in an attempt to catch the moon eclipse. but no, there is this house blocking it. Pft. Yahoo news was saying that it's beat to catch the eclipse in the west tonight. Oh well. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The sky's red and looking really pretty though. And it's really windy! To the point that I'm afraid that the wind will blow me off the ledge. :X but so shiok! And cold! Hahhaha. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okay, I think I'll go in to sleep now. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Goodnight! &lt;3&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8807351078883086271?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8807351078883086271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8807351078883086271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8807351078883086271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8807351078883086271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-4143481420079531607</id><published>2011-06-15T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:12:18.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;MY ARASHI CONCERT DVD IS SHIPPED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/d640666d.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/722c8ac2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/eafa821d.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/932f6970.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/b8384863.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/632c692f.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I'm home. (Yep, my DVD being shipped is more important than me being home.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post pics another time, cos I'm gonna go out now~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to tonight's dinner! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-4143481420079531607?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4143481420079531607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=4143481420079531607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4143481420079531607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4143481420079531607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-arashi-concert-dvd-is-shipped.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_d640666d.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-3462518412345461259</id><published>2011-06-13T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:29:22.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY PARENTS DONT WANT ME HOME OVER THE HOLIDAYS WHILE IN NZ. THEY'RE TELLING ME TO STAY IN NZ FOR THE WHOLE PERIOD I'LL BE THERE. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then go to the different cities to work part time or something during the long holidays. An experience I should not miss, my Dad said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mixed feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-3462518412345461259?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3462518412345461259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=3462518412345461259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3462518412345461259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/3462518412345461259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-parents-dont-want-me-home-over.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-2448145283480959005</id><published>2011-06-09T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:03:34.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IiIaFAoMFWg/TfDs70IsWLI/AAAAAAAABnA/weZxKUbSIBw/s1600/P1020796.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IiIaFAoMFWg/TfDs70IsWLI/AAAAAAAABnA/weZxKUbSIBw/s400/P1020796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616249247682549938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HI PEOPLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont look so good in that picture, but that's not the point. The point is that structure at the back. Blogging from Sydney now yo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying at a friend's place right now. An Arashi fan I met on Tumblr and made friends with. I mentioned her before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, her Dad picked us up and then dropped us in the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And more details next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to sleep already. Nights! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-2448145283480959005?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2448145283480959005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=2448145283480959005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2448145283480959005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2448145283480959005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IiIaFAoMFWg/TfDs70IsWLI/AAAAAAAABnA/weZxKUbSIBw/s72-c/P1020796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-2079948443165531713</id><published>2011-06-07T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T01:37:46.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne Holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summarized post!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to my aunt's church to pick my grandma up cos she was there to bao ba zhang with others. While I slept in. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to another shopping center nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then moved from my aunt's inlaw's place to hers. Ban jia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Victoria market for the second time, this time my cousin brought me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE SPANISH DONUTS WERE DELICIOUS. DAMN NICE. It's like yu tiao but the stuff is all in the middle instead of it being hallow in the middle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a couple pairs of leggings, and food stuff and sweets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And got a shirt that says: do not disturb; already disturbed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I saw shorts for sale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS WEARING JUST SHIRTS AND SHORTS. VERY MUCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was this playground nearby with a swing! So I half jogged with my younger cousin there so that there's a bit of exercise to help keep warm. Shouldnt have done that. For some reason, my chest hurt a lot. D: And I was kinda taking really deep breaths. But it was okay after a while. Played on the swing! :D For some reason, though that meant that there was wind blowing at me, it didnt seem as cold. Hahahahhaa. Wanted to cycle to another playground, but it got too cold to me. Hahahaha. So we ended up jumping on the trampoline in her garden! That was so much fun! Pictures another time. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to my aunt's friend's place for dinner at night. We had steamboat! :D And there were just 3 families there. 2 from Singapore. And I have come to a conclusion. Cute guys are either gay, married, or migrated. DAMNIT. This guy from the other Sg family is damn cute! CUTE. Eye candy for the night! xD But he's 2 years younger than me. Though I prob look younger than him anyway. ;D Nah, kidding. I'd prob never see him again. D: Oh well. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mon: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, went to a winery! But the grapevines were all bare already because it's winter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to Sydney in a coupe of days. Looking forward to that! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay! Off to sleep! Nights! &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-2079948443165531713?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2079948443165531713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=2079948443165531713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2079948443165531713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2079948443165531713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/summarized-post-sat-went-to-my-aunts.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-6235500583578112949</id><published>2011-06-03T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T01:12:07.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MatsuJun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm68bl4Lhg1qa5ihmo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 235px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm68bl4Lhg1qa5ihmo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite boy changed his hairstyle again! Looking good there BB! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should do a pic post of all his hair styles one day. LOL. He changes his hairstyle the most! And so often! And now Sho (newscaster) is sporting this hairstyle with some hair shaved off at the side. Couldnt help but think that it was an Ah Beng hairstyle. LOL.  But it's Sho! So it's okay~! *waves it off* xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope. Didnt go to the city again today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I followed my uncle to my cousins' school though. Cos he helps out in the canteen/tuckshop once a sem, and it was supposed to be my grandma tagging along to take a look at how it is, I went instead. Again, because she might not be able to take the cold. But it was pretty nice today. Not that cold, mostly cos the sun was shining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school's nice! The layout is totally different from Sg's! Kinda like a little village, the whole school compound. And there are like cottages in place of the normal classrooms. Damn cute! The canteen's pretty sad compared to Sg's though. It's just one stall selling snacks, and taking orders for their lunch. Pretty much like our snack stall in our canteens, while we have another 5 stalls at least selling malay, indian, western, noodles and whatnot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty fun, being a temporary canteen hawker. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, my Aunt dropped me at Westfield shopping center for me to walk around on my own. Went to a bookshop first, cos they were having a sale storewide. And then I took out my phone, switched on wireless and you know what's next. Hahahaha. I even went to look for some place to sit so that I'm connected and just started tweeting and checking emails. Lol. Hopeless. Tsk. But oh well. Was exchanging emails with my mum regarding uni. And at least I was whatsapping my cousin so I met her to shop a little. So I got a winter jacket today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwhmtCRk388/Tee_i_nNx3I/AAAAAAAABm0/hoR6DSAXkxA/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwhmtCRk388/Tee_i_nNx3I/AAAAAAAABm0/hoR6DSAXkxA/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613666068452984690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say that it's pretty pretty looking, but it sounds so awkward. Lol. Hence the picture. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to have ice cream and waffles with my cousin at Gelare cos we were both hungry. And then walked a bit more before her dad came to pick us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at home was cooked by my grandma. So there was this little debate going on about my aunt's cooking and my grandma's cooking between my cousins and aunt. After that, we had &lt;s&gt;nino OH LOOK I TYPED NINO INSTEAD LOL&lt;/s&gt; mini magnum for dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my grandma didnt want hers, and then my cousin wanted it, but my aunt went, 'but I'm the daughter. So I should get it first. Okay, if you can tell ah ma that you want her ice cream in chinese, you can have it.' Guess what! My cousin did! Other than the ice cream part. Then her mum started to whine. LOL. Damn cute lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I shall go to sleep already. Hahahaha. Nights! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6235500583578112949?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6235500583578112949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6235500583578112949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6235500583578112949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6235500583578112949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-favourite-boy-changed-his-hairstyle.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwhmtCRk388/Tee_i_nNx3I/AAAAAAAABm0/hoR6DSAXkxA/s72-c/IMG_0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-1176954240843869830</id><published>2011-06-01T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:48:45.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne Holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lazy to blog! So here are a few random pictures I've taken.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2i-A8pDgNXA/TeUKcUBZzOI/AAAAAAAABms/7764r7jbLJk/s1600/P1020634.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2i-A8pDgNXA/TeUKcUBZzOI/AAAAAAAABms/7764r7jbLJk/s400/P1020634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612903992114400482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Federation Square! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any pictures from the city hereon are when I went there on Tues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_Q7tUJbDjo/TeUKcN-b-bI/AAAAAAAABmk/uhSW8lNIKhc/s1600/P1020624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P_Q7tUJbDjo/TeUKcN-b-bI/AAAAAAAABmk/uhSW8lNIKhc/s400/P1020624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612903990491347378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flinders Station, I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc519Y6IJSA/TeUKbU41sJI/AAAAAAAABmc/tTn9rWMWeK0/s1600/P1020611.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc519Y6IJSA/TeUKbU41sJI/AAAAAAAABmc/tTn9rWMWeK0/s400/P1020611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612903975167045778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was this random guy dressing up as a ninja. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MpYmOHymFjY/TeUKbPaaTGI/AAAAAAAABmU/JvxrSLQtMAA/s1600/P1020609.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MpYmOHymFjY/TeUKbPaaTGI/AAAAAAAABmU/JvxrSLQtMAA/s400/P1020609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612903973697244258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;State Library! I like the state library very much! The inside damn freaking nice! I could stay inside the whole day. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uhKzUvZy8s/TeUKa1snoqI/AAAAAAAABmM/0zeroPti5nM/s1600/P1020597.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uhKzUvZy8s/TeUKa1snoqI/AAAAAAAABmM/0zeroPti5nM/s400/P1020597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612903966794293922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this is not at the city anymore. This is at Westfield shopping center. And at Gelare's. There is only 2 Gelare's in the whole of Victoria state! And my cousin happens to be working part time at one of them. This coffee was specially 'designed' cos my aunt was on good terms with the barrister. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's the Baileys at my Aunt's place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/show/large/55c7yp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/large/55c7yp" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 640px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it seems like I'll be heading to the city again tmr to do some shopping at DFO. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-1176954240843869830?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1176954240843869830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=1176954240843869830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1176954240843869830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1176954240843869830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/lazy-to-blog-so-here-are-few-random.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2i-A8pDgNXA/TeUKcUBZzOI/AAAAAAAABms/7764r7jbLJk/s72-c/P1020634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-9106591331550811455</id><published>2011-05-30T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:47:12.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne Holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I stayed home the whole day today. Slept until like 3.30pm. LOLOL. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt cooked dinner here today too, so I didnt step out at all. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm gonna go around myself tmr! She's gonna send me to the city and leave me there by myself for a number of hours before picking me up. Gonna meet an Arashian I met online. Ahahahaha. She's Singaporean too. Her family migrated over or something. And then I'm gonna go walk around after we part. RMIT and Melb U are nearby. And the state library. Gonna pop by those few places to take a look. I have about 5 to 6 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure what my plans after that are though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, I dont have as much inclination to be going around or taking pictures as much as I do when I'm in Japan. Yep. Biased me is biased. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to sleep! Nights y'all! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-9106591331550811455?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9106591331550811455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=9106591331550811455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/9106591331550811455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/9106591331550811455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-stayed-home-whole-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8023365565334663223</id><published>2011-05-29T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:46:52.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne Holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a love-hate relationship with showers now. It's so cold getting in but so shiok under it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at like... 4+ on Friday? Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to my aunt's place for dinner, which was lasagna. Made by my younger cousin, Hannah. It was okay. Hahahaha. But she's only 14! Not bad. xD Her elder sister, Tabitha, her room is AMAZING. She has pictures and whatnot all over her room. I'm gonna do that someday, when I finally get my own room! Pictures, photographs, posters (read Arashi). 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Tab's church after dinner, and it was pretty fun. There was a concert going on to raise funds for kids who suffer from human trafficking. That was quite fun. It wasnt really all that Christian-y, but just a normal concert kinda thing with different bands playing on stage. The first part was pretty boring to me, but there was this choir who came... next? Melbourne Gospel Choir. I like. :D The lead singer's pretty cool. (Y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was this other band, Compliments of Gus. I like even more. :D They're cool! I like the keyboard guy. He's like... I dont know. Weird and awkward and makes like weird moves on the stage while playing the keyboard. But I think that makes him kinda cute? Ahahahhaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I saw this other guy in the church who was pretty cute too. But his fashion sense is like... Pants super baggy! Too baggy! And they're all wearing what, 2 layers? A tank top even! I'm wearing 4 layers. Pft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so Saturday... Went to a couple shopping centers. At one of the shopping centers where we were walking around then my Aunt brought me into this chocolate shop. I chose Baileys flavour. 8D She got the hint and told me that she has Baileys at home and will bring over to where I am staying to for me. 8DDDD Went to fetch my cousin from her activities and sent her to her friends' place for a sleepover. He friends parents are from Indonesia. Yep, cant escape Indons. Ahahahaha. The house damn nice please! They have like a play room with a chimmy, a kitchen, a living room, a dinning room, and another 3 rooms upstairs. Thought the rooms were pretty small. But still nice! And Apple products all over. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was spent in church. Lol. They had a session for little kids other than the normal service, but I joined the kids cos my Aunt was in charge of teaching them. They had fellowship after that, and my cousin stayed back for youth group or something. But it was kinda like cell anyway. Played games, preach a bit and stuff. There was a pastor there who was one of the kids' parents. He kinda brought me aside and spoke to me, asking me if I wanna convert and stuff. Nope, still not a christian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And had pizza for dinner. SHIOK PLEASE. So much toppings! Sg pathetic! Blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I've been alternating between my laptop and the TV. ZOMG. Drama HK drama is DRAMA. TOO DRAMA. OMG. CANNOT TAHAN. It is now 4.05am and my aunt and grandma are still up watching. Wah, really dramamamamamamamamama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I saw this picture on Tumblr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paBmtHwAWnY/TeKU5m6NyRI/AAAAAAAABmE/4Dj4DkVD2LE/s1600/tumblr_llxf2cX96k1qcj0hjo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paBmtHwAWnY/TeKU5m6NyRI/AAAAAAAABmE/4Dj4DkVD2LE/s400/tumblr_llxf2cX96k1qcj0hjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612211803075234066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMA IS SO CUTE. He's doing that pose of himself at the back of the picture. Ahahahhaha. But what I wanted to say was that Esprit boy looked like that when I had a mini crush on him then. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm signing off now. Hopefully I'd be able to go around the city myself one of these days. Havent gone down yet. Maybe have lunch with an Arashi fan, and the pop by Melb U to take a look. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8023365565334663223?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8023365565334663223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8023365565334663223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8023365565334663223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8023365565334663223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-love-hate-relationship-with.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paBmtHwAWnY/TeKU5m6NyRI/AAAAAAAABmE/4Dj4DkVD2LE/s72-c/tumblr_llxf2cX96k1qcj0hjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-4951442904151390922</id><published>2011-05-27T06:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:46:12.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melbourne Holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post from Melbourne! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Black Swan and Tangled on the plane. Didnt really manage to sleep much, despite not having much sleep the previous night. And so I'm really sleepy now actually. 8.30am here now. But I dont wanna sleep cos I think end up sleeping all the way till late afternoon. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Like wasted leh. But I'll be going out tonight with my cousin. To her church cos there's some concert going on. Got greeted by a huuuuuge tight hug by her when I saw her earlier on. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to say, the first song in Tangled started with 7am. You cant blame me for thinking of RB's Friday ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather so far's kinda cold. At first when we just got out of the plane, it was really cooling. Then when we were in the airport waiting for our luggage, it was cooling where I wasnt covered, but I was practically sweating inside. Now, I'm at my aunt's mother-in-law's house, cos her parents-in-law went to Sydney. So we're staying here while we're here. :3 Here's my temp room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqfr_ZxceHE/Td7ddEi9sOI/AAAAAAAABl8/NVTnZaOFVdk/s1600/307203652.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqfr_ZxceHE/Td7ddEi9sOI/AAAAAAAABl8/NVTnZaOFVdk/s400/307203652.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611165677256552674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay lah. I think I'm going to go sleep now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-4951442904151390922?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4951442904151390922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=4951442904151390922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4951442904151390922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/4951442904151390922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-post-from-melbourne-watched-black.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqfr_ZxceHE/Td7ddEi9sOI/AAAAAAAABl8/NVTnZaOFVdk/s72-c/307203652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-7714010799439716501</id><published>2011-05-26T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T04:45:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/e9f5598b.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reality's hitting in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not, and am not gonna like this process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-7714010799439716501?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7714010799439716501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=7714010799439716501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7714010799439716501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/7714010799439716501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/realitys-hitting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_e9f5598b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8565758190468451581</id><published>2011-05-23T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T00:23:07.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MatsuJun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome friend is awesome, busy friend is busy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you next year then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/8e40f3a0.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8565758190468451581?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8565758190468451581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8565758190468451581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8565758190468451581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8565758190468451581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/awesome-friend-is-awesome-busy-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_8e40f3a0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-938872753116324682</id><published>2011-05-19T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T03:52:19.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ueto Aya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MatsuJun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The later on the same night never comes. Ahahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here just to post something. I'm super tired. And the reason is because my brain was super active last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I dreamt of? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DREAMT THAT I WAS THE ONE WHO WENT ON A MISSION TO KILL OSAMA BIN LADEN. WHAT THE HELL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know how my brain works please. And hello, it wasnt like I was reading anything about Osama before I slept either. This is ridiculous. Sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the details are as follow:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I somehow became this super pretty and cute actress I adore while on this mission to kill him! I didnt become her, but more like one of the characters she portray in her drama. So at least I turned pretty for a bit. xD This is her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a a="" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/58958f27-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ever posted a gif of her. :3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the dream, I dont remember how I killed Osama, but I did. Because I was under this mission to do that. And you know what? The plot of the dream came from this other Japanese drama I watched sometime back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/9f87168c.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how my dream is so awesome to incorporate different Jdramas together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, I didnt get to talk to Obama on the phone. He called me to congratulate me though. Said 2 sentences, and then I woke up. Dunno for what also please. Spoiler. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, awesome me have awesome dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/45bc2aa2.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now brain, if you would do me a favour to add the boys inside, I would love you so much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/632c692f.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can take a break tonight though. Put you in the bubble bath together with Jun k. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/8e40f3a0.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/d272653b.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww. Jun's shy. xDDDDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dont see this side of me often. ;DDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I kinda wanted to say this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know if my spamming of Arashi gifs/pictures/relating to them in every other thing irritates anyone. I've never had comments anyway. In fact, reason I create Livejournal and Tumblr is so that I have somewhere else to spam/spazz about Arashi, instead of irritating all you people with boys you dont know. (That said, I've been spamming here, so I'm sure you at least know their faces already, and JUN.) Well. They're more or less a part of my life now, so they're gonna be around a lot more from now. So... yep. Enjoy! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY. I need to go sleep already. Take a rest from killing Osama now. xD Goodnight! &amp;lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-938872753116324682?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/938872753116324682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=938872753116324682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/938872753116324682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/938872753116324682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/later-on-same-night-never-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_9f87168c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8161274297176276426</id><published>2011-05-18T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T03:15:28.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MatsuJun'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2bQ_Z21eos/TdLEVDe49-I/AAAAAAAABls/JvLj8d-uyEs/s1600/tumblr_ll9znzjMey1qg3vypo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2bQ_Z21eos/TdLEVDe49-I/AAAAAAAABls/JvLj8d-uyEs/s400/tumblr_ll9znzjMey1qg3vypo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607760352020854754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I LOVE THIS PICTURE SO MUCH. SO PRETTY. It's in my phone waiting to be a wallpaper because I cant bear to let go of the one there now. It's so pretty too! Of course, Jun too. xD &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, iPhone 4 really makes makes pictures look so much prettier omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to come here to say that I saw Chen Han Wei the next day after seeing Christopher Lee. And then I saw Jamie Yeo on Sat or Sun. I LOVE JAMIE YEO. SO PRETTY. She was with her husband and carrying a baby. BUT SHE'S STILL SO SLIM. So I was kinda gushing over Jamie Yeo and how pretty she is, and the boys I was working with... dunno how to say. But nvm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go bathe first. Heh. Update later. Maybe. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, in case no one else was informed yet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GOING TO AUSTRALIA (MOSTLY MELBOURNE) FOR A MONTH STARTING FROM THE 26TH OF THIS MONTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please dont be like Aaron, come and tell me that his 'world crashed around him' when I told him that I'm gonna be off to Aust for a month. xD But ok lah, thanks for telling me that your world will crash without me around. xDD And thanks for coming down to have prata with me tonight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llcrpaYAIU1qbr33o.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llcrpaYAIU1qbr33o.gif" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I needed to include Arashi in this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/7fbde84f.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later~ &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8161274297176276426?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8161274297176276426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8161274297176276426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8161274297176276426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8161274297176276426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-this-picture-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2bQ_Z21eos/TdLEVDe49-I/AAAAAAAABls/JvLj8d-uyEs/s72-c/tumblr_ll9znzjMey1qg3vypo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-1671506969386431918</id><published>2011-05-17T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T02:24:42.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xRhxVVufCw/TdFeoqHR-YI/AAAAAAAABlk/V_LkNNzYX4M/s1600/tumblr_ll8yqa7dd61qj26eao1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xRhxVVufCw/TdFeoqHR-YI/AAAAAAAABlk/V_LkNNzYX4M/s400/tumblr_ll8yqa7dd61qj26eao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607367063645583746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, got some stuff accomplished today. Satisfied. Didnt have as good a night. Hands, y u so itchy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I have a bruise on each feet, cos I fell on Sat night as well, also hurting the same area, but different side. What is this. Working tmr somemore. And it's a freaking public holiday. Gonna be busy probably. Good luck man. Good luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bright side, iPhone 4! Woohoo! Got it a couple nights ago, but wasnt able to start using it until last night. Nope, it's not white, but I think I prefer black. The white one like very bu qi yan to me leh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay you know what. No in a mood to blog. I'm just gonna go to sleep, or spam Arashi until I'm happier, then go to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-1671506969386431918?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1671506969386431918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=1671506969386431918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1671506969386431918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1671506969386431918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-got-some-stuff-accomplished-today.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xRhxVVufCw/TdFeoqHR-YI/AAAAAAAABlk/V_LkNNzYX4M/s72-c/tumblr_ll8yqa7dd61qj26eao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-8099406247471115343</id><published>2011-05-13T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:21:57.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FOUND OUT HOW AWESOME MY PHONE IS TODAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It can freaking download pictures, AND GIFS. AND PLAY ON MY PHONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best thing is, THE GIF CAN BE MY WALLPAPER. HELLO DESKTOPS, LAPTOPS, MOBILE PHONES/IPHONES, PLEASE LOOK INTO THIS. If an old Nokia phone can do it, you can do it too! Dont lose out hor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, this is gonna be my wallie from now on! xDDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/e83b52cb.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can just stare at my phone the whole day now. Loving it ten thousand times more as of now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll36hiJyvE1qbr33o.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll36hiJyvE1qbr33o.gif" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 264px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE HIM SFM. S. F. M. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just saw this gif on Tumblr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll3i1g6ihW1qa5ihmo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll3i1g6ihW1qa5ihmo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 219px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's saying that the food he's eating is delicious, BUT HIS FACE LOOKS LIKE HE'S SEDUCING SOMEONE. LOLOLOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I've been spamming Arashi these days. But a fangirl's a fangirl. xD RL posts coming soon! Left with only 3 days of work! WOOHOO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY. NIGHTS! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-8099406247471115343?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8099406247471115343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=8099406247471115343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8099406247471115343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/8099406247471115343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-found-out-how-awesome-my-phone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_e83b52cb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-1458184014842047815</id><published>2011-05-10T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T04:01:55.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GANTZ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just spent $160 pre-ordering limited editions of Arashi's Dome Concert DVD, and a new album they're coming out with. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, yea. Call me crazy. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/0436a151.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like I spend so much on them all the time okay. Only on their DVDs and albums! I think I spend more on food. And shoes, maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/0cde28f8.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not like anyone here cares, but I have a freaking big ass GANTZ poster! :DDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/932f6970.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The type used to put up at bus stops! :DDD 70cm by 1metre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story another time! Need to sleep already! Goodnight! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-1458184014842047815?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1458184014842047815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=1458184014842047815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1458184014842047815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/1458184014842047815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-spent-160-pre-ordering-limited.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_0436a151.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-2059090829987699461</id><published>2011-05-08T03:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T04:12:42.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm crazy for staying up till now cos I need to be up in less than 5 hours for work but I was following the election news/results, and for some reason, I'm watching the post election press con now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the topic of elections, BLOODY HELL. Because of this, I realised how fake this person can be. =.= I was ranting a whole lot, but I'm not gonna bother putting it all here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And George Yeo lost. DDD; I quite like him leh. He seems so nice. Ahahahhaa. But it's really damn retarded ok. Voted him out already, and then say want him back. I feel like singaporeans showed their stupidity tonight. =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/cb31121b.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been... tiring, to say the least. But it's kinda fun cos of the people there. Hahahhaa. Havent really had a moment where I'm crying of boredom. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll blog about this another time cos I really need to sleep already. I'll just mention this one thing: I saw Chen Han Wei today. Ahahahhaah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, goodnight! (: &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-2059090829987699461?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2059090829987699461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=2059090829987699461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2059090829987699461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/2059090829987699461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-crazy-for-staying-up-till-now-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_cb31121b.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-6682205847461890710</id><published>2011-05-07T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T04:08:35.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly I'm updating so much. D: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, I want to blog about. Ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was super tired last night! So much so that I didnt even switch on my laptop, and used my bro's for a short while while he was showering. Was in bed by 12 okay! That in itself is amazing! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I had super weird dreams last night! I woke up bewildered. 2, to be exact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one is me and a couple of friends, who are a couple. And the thing is, they really are a couple IRL. The reason why they appeared in my dream is a mystery. We were in the same room, but a little distance away from each other. I was sitting somewhere alone, and the couple was on some bed or deck chair a short distance away. You know what's worse? The bf was looking at me, thinking that I wasnt looking, and then proceeded to reassure his gf that I wasnt looking, and then made out right there and there. AND I CAN STILL FREAKING SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING AT THE CORNER OF MY EYE OKAY. WHUT. So I was just sitting there, trying not to stare at them in bewilderment, wondering what the hell to do. ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my second dream was about my sister writing a thesis/report. I dont know what the hell the topic is, but she wrote about how love waves, if there's such a thing, is the same as microwaves waves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/f66f8fe5.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And apparently someone else found the whole report damn freaking awesome, and was asking my sister to... do something. I dont know. Prove that her theory is correct or something? That person was damn freaking excited though. But my sister gave one 'I'm not interested' face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. I know my dreams are awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/045aeaa4.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohoh, today, at work, while going to the ATM to draw money for lunch, I saw Christopher Lee! No, I didnt see Fann Wong. And you know what, I wasnt staring at him okay! He was the one who was looking at me while I was walking over. Ahahaha. Was just walking, looking around, saw this guy looking at me, then I looked away already then realised it's him. xD But when I was queueing to draw money, he was... 5 steps away from me? Ahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohoh, one more. I saw Lim Kay Tong, the father in the chan 5 Growing Up series, on the last day of my work at SAM! He approached me first too! To tell me that the earphones spoil already. xDD Then another time to ask me for directions. xD He's old lah, but I think he's goodlooking. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Goodnight! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-6682205847461890710?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6682205847461890710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=6682205847461890710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6682205847461890710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/6682205847461890710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/suddenly-im-updating-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_f66f8fe5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-3035951443183359101</id><published>2011-05-05T03:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T04:29:34.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aquarius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HnA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Arashi members did a little skit from one of the Rocky movies. :3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mainly because the guest on their variety show loved the Rocky movies, and would cry everytime she watched a particular scene. So they acted that part out. They even had this muscle suit for the one acting as Rocky, and there were microphones for the others who were reporters! What can I say. Japan's just amazing. &amp;lt;3 Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7g5sp_cCZ4M/TcGp1FRkbyI/AAAAAAAABk8/ZwC29DGmCoM/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-05-05-03h23m51s91.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7g5sp_cCZ4M/TcGp1FRkbyI/AAAAAAAABk8/ZwC29DGmCoM/s400/vlcsnap-2011-05-05-03h23m51s91.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602946140839636770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mics, muscle suit and gloves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7p8zMlnfSwY/TcGp1oPDk7I/AAAAAAAABlE/6_PSEkkBtUE/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-05-05-03h24m16s89.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7p8zMlnfSwY/TcGp1oPDk7I/AAAAAAAABlE/6_PSEkkBtUE/s400/vlcsnap-2011-05-05-03h24m16s89.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602946150224335794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohno's face when he was chosen. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4VTrSAWeC0/TcGp2gb3f8I/AAAAAAAABlM/LaxEL2uHziM/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-05-05-03h24m26s189.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4VTrSAWeC0/TcGp2gb3f8I/AAAAAAAABlM/LaxEL2uHziM/s400/vlcsnap-2011-05-05-03h24m26s189.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602946165310455746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohno in the muscle suit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKCmbJTj3mU/TcGp3bKDdWI/AAAAAAAABlU/hahhcuM0Qzs/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-05-05-03h24m37s53.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKCmbJTj3mU/TcGp3bKDdWI/AAAAAAAABlU/hahhcuM0Qzs/s400/vlcsnap-2011-05-05-03h24m37s53.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602946181073433954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest as reporters. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bWyXCCcIDM/TcGp3tqNfrI/AAAAAAAABlc/E6MBolBPZXM/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-05-05-03h24m41s92.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bWyXCCcIDM/TcGp3tqNfrI/AAAAAAAABlc/E6MBolBPZXM/s400/vlcsnap-2011-05-05-03h24m41s92.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602946186040147634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calling out for Adrian. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some funfacts about an aquarius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We may not know right away, but we'll find out. (Actually, I think this applies to girls in general as well. xD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When our love is not appreciated nor responded to, Aquarius tend to forget about you little by little until it is gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquarius tend to love people and care for them. If the ones we love are ok, everything else will fall in place for us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we know we aren't loved, we let go, no matter how painful. We don't beg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rather than staying in a group forcing mindless talks, Aquarius prefer to be alone with their brilliant thoughts. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Aquarius will keep smiling, no matter how hurting it is inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquarius will help those who they care about. But if they dont, they wont even think about helping you even if you're dying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquarius can never fall in love with someone too practical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is easy for an Aquarius to become cold and socially removed.&lt;/b&gt; (Yep, TRUE THAT.) Try not to let this happen by using constant engagement. (If I feel like it. I like being that way. xD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how deeply in love an Aquarius is, they will never sacrifice their independence. (Yep, you got that right. I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; being dependent.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquarius are organised. (Nope. Not in my case.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing before I sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we all know that Bin Laden's killed already. I found out through twitter while working. And after I knew, I wondered if any of the visitors who came knew as well. Lol. But oh well. It makes no difference to me. Just going along with my own life as usual. Was just reading the article about whether dumping him in the sea was a mistake, cos it's against Islam laws. Here are a few comments: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;All those people, including my mom, that died during 9/11 might not have gotten the burial they wanted either. We treated him with better respect then he deserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;"But several Muslim authorities said today that the sea burial in fact violated Muslim tradition"...yeah, well heres a news flash...flying a jet into a skyscraper full of people violates US Law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;This made me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I thought you wern't suppose to dump garbage in sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight! 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I shall finally update today. Now. But my Tumblr tab is looking very tempting... xDD&lt;/s&gt; Well... I was posted a few days (3rd May) later. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Or maybe you're not very interested anyway. /shrugs But it's for my own 'records', so I'm gonna do it anyway. xD It's gonna be a wordy post! So I'm gonna insert &lt;s&gt;Arashi&lt;/s&gt; gifs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last actual update, I mentioned my phone. The thing about my phone is that... it dropped and rolled down the stairs while I was at work. Pronounced dead the next day. $350 to replace it, but bleh. Too much. So I was stuck with another lao kok kok phone with the most basic features - call and sms -for a few days. And then after that, changed to my sister's old phone, which I am still using. And liking it actually. It's still pretty basic, but there's a camera, and at least I can go online. But Twitter is the most it can handle. I'm pretty satisfied though. Not complaining. And you know what, this afternoon, I found out that it can also play youtube vids! Cool or cool! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/632c692f.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few other options; my dad has this blackberry he's not using, but there was this other Nokia phone he was gonna get free or something, which he later decided to see if he can change it to an iPhone4 for me to use instead. xD So for now, I'm using that basic Nokia phone. But I'm still happy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, that's doable (after topping up), but he's gotta wait for stock to come in. I'm wishing that it's the white one. 8DD xD But before that, Willie's gonna be lending me his when his Dad brings it over. :DD xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day at work that I mentioned. I was assigned to this gallery where there are 4 'artistic' videos. But they all look so angsty, I dont like. Very much. And there's this ad junction gallery with scary figurines with all sorts of stuff sticking into them. Hammers, spanners, brooms, penises included. ._. Maybe also cos I didnt get enough sleep the previous night, but I got really moody/angsty while I was there. Super dont like that place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/83081664.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd bomb it if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/1661101b.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is, I was only there until my lunch break. Which I took an extra few hours off to go to an agency. Most epic thing that happened that day was that the agency wasnt much help, so I left in a few minutes. And ended up walking around a bit and going to Kino. xD It did not help that I was twittering the girls, and they wanted to get this Jap mag which had this awesome Nino shoot in it. Damn, the other Sg girl was 'taking orders' from the rest and reserving the mags with my help. LOLOL. I succumbed to peer pressure and got a copy. What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/9472e42c.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the both of us, we reserved 8 copies. Out of the 15 they have there. xD And the reason I know 15 is because I remember how the format is on the price tag. And I actually asked, but the staff told me they cannot divulge. Which is already divulging anyway. She kinda looked shocked when I asked. And guessed correctly. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm glad I got that mag. Cos the pictures itself were damn awesome! The shoot is damn nice! There was this page of 9 pictures of Nino doing different poses, so the page was cut into 3x3, one in each box. Someone gif-ed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/16e7c97d.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so much more awesome on paper! xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During that week, there was an impromptu meetup with Anna too! Suddenly msged me, ask me wanna go for dinner or not. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT. I was wondering what I did with Anna, so I checked my blog, and wala! Realised that I've blogged about it, and what happened at Kino too. SO RETARDED. But I've typed everything out, so I'm not gonna delete. Bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week after, nothing much, except for meeting up with Zhu for dinner too! :D For her to pass me my presents from US. xDD I LOVE THE CHOCOLATE. Thank you! And the shirt too! :DDDD &amp;lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with her again today during my lunch break! :D And had lunch with Willie yesterday too. Oh, was placed at that scary gallery again. Bleh. But this time there were more visitors, so not that bad lor. And Willie accompanied me for a while too. So all's good. (Y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today was my last day of work! Hahahaha. Taking a break for a day, which is not a break cos I still have 'work'. So far somemore please. :P But I have to settle some stuff also, cos if not, I'm not free all the way until the 15th already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then from Thursday on, I'm working at Paragon Atrium, under Marks and Spencer. They've having some food and facial product thing? FOOD. :D First thing I tell ppl I'm working part time there, they ask me got discount not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/9f87168c.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm there for only 10 days. 9, to be exact, since there's one day off. I kinda dont think so since I'm there for such a short time. But oh well. If there is, I'm gonna get some food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/932f6970.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get my Tuesday off right? TUESDAY. There's a GANTZ private screening on Tues! Heng heng my off day on that day! :DDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Y8Jt06ep-s/TS1QPytjX-I/AAAAAAAABeo/upE244ox3zY/s1600/Gantz+the+movie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GANTZ is this sci-fi action movie with Nino in it! :DDD And the Deathnote L guy, if anyone watched it. I've watched it, GANTZ, but it was dubbed in English cos it premiered in Hollywood too! :DD So I'm gonna watch it again anyway, cos I wanna see Nino on the big screen, and hear his voice right there in surround sound! :DDDDDD It's a good movie anyway! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was out in end Jan in Japan, but Sg slow. I cant believe even Msia screened it faster than us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/b9744a51.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also a second part, which is already out in Japan too. And Sg havent even show first part. Bleh. Oh well, I'm happy it's coming anyway! :DDD Less than a week! :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/eafa821d.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. End of updates! A couple Sho gifs because I didnt post any of his above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/60f018cf.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/770b8e41.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one of Jun's that I really love. It came from an Arashi variety show, Arashi no Shukudai-kun. The guest asked him to do something, and he did. LOOKING SUPER CUTE AT THE SAME TIME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/e83b52cb.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love LOVE &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; it when he has this insecure look on his face. xDDDD Not to mention with his shirt unbuttoned halfway (&lt;b&gt;SEXY&lt;/b&gt;), and his hand during that thing there, showing how unsure of himself he is. I LIKE VERY MUCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are the boys' reactions when he did it. You can see his running to the side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/dbdfadb9.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK AT THEM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sho, laughing until he threw the board away, and Nino sprawling on the table. xDD The kanji there basically means that Jun's the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I know that. &amp;lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I know how to make gifs already! :DDD I said I'll post my very first one, but it isnt as awesome as the ones I'm posting. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimura Takuya! Handsome as always! &amp;lt;3 He has a lot of such subtle winks in performances. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/be89b6cd.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He needs to teach his junior, Aiba, how to do a proper one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/df6eeefb.gif" border="0" alt="Aiba Wink" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD But it's ok. We still love you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this other one. This actress is called Ueto Aya. I LIKE HER VERY MUCH. She's so cute and pretty!! *____*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/c15e8d54.gif" border="0" alt="CTB Ueto Aya" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I'm done now. Need to sleep! Goodnight! &amp;lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-51502060449456997?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/51502060449456997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=51502060449456997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/51502060449456997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/51502060449456997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfzuKqLTLyg/TqGJfAy4mpI/AAAAAAAABuk/Cef2r_L6NnM/s1600/b2942259.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/th_632c692f.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140224.post-444992798517689257</id><published>2011-04-26T03:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T03:26:22.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bartender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aiba Masaki'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I AM BACK JUST TO POST THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bP82yE3oj9U/TbXJQI3-JYI/AAAAAAAABk0/y9xwcwLTZ7I/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-04-26-03h17m26s88.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bP82yE3oj9U/TbXJQI3-JYI/AAAAAAAABk0/y9xwcwLTZ7I/s400/vlcsnap-2011-04-26-03h17m26s88.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599602990802412930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK AT THIS PEOPLE. LOOK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AIBA MADE A COCKTAIL AND NAMED IT AFTER ME. HOW CAN I NOT BE EXCITEDDDD!!!!! OMGGGG. SPAZZING RIGHT NOW. AT 3.20AM IN THE MORNING. I DONT KNOW HOW I'M GONNA SLEEP. BUT STILL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reactions in order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/581dacb2.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/581dacb2.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/722c8ac2.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/722c8ac2.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 144px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/932f6970.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/932f6970.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/79d1af93.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i569.photobucket.com/albums/ss139/kangxy67/GIfs/79d1af93.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 173px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, okay, sleeping when I finish my last ep. xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11140224-444992798517689257?l=lame-is-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/feeds/444992798517689257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11140224&amp;postID=444992798517689257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/444992798517689257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11140224/posts/default/444992798517689257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lame-is-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-back-just-to-post-this.html' title=''/><author><name>XY</name><email>nore
