<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:24:07.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na-chan The ChibiGothiKa</title><subtitle type='html'>Blissful now, but still kinda cranky.Im still working on my blog, n my site (un-published).Dont like to read, but I can suffocate myself with a good book once in a blue moon, as good books are hard to find for a fussy person like me. If ya wana noe more abt me, i suggest u read my blog or tok to me. instead of wasting time reading my profile. Which basically defines a tip of the iceberg of the girl I really am. 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Ok, even though Junk Monster's is nearer... I dont care! I want presents!!! Gimme~ Whee~ So I will do a top 10 (same as last year I think) of most desirable presents! I deserve to dream big! Me big girl! Muhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular ranking/price, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://ilovebags.com.sg/brands/katespade/blake/bps.htm"&gt;Kate Spade Blakely Prince Street&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsypjSngebI/AAAAAAAABMA/6_7w3IeAtFw/s1600-h/katespadebag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsypjSngebI/AAAAAAAABMA/6_7w3IeAtFw/s320/katespadebag1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389869277813701042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.queensave.com/Burberry-Blue-Label/burberry-blue-label-4.shtml"&gt;Burberry Blue Label &lt;span class="description"&gt;Fuchsia Checks Dumpling w/ Sling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsypjBqQeXI/AAAAAAAABL4/jGkgkbSVJmM/s1600-h/blue-label-pinkdumpling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsypjBqQeXI/AAAAAAAABL4/jGkgkbSVJmM/s320/blue-label-pinkdumpling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389869273261832562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.queensave.com/Burberry-Blue-Label/burberry-blue-label.shtml"&gt;Burberry Blue Label &lt;span class="description"&gt;White Checks Tote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssypiv-Qi0I/AAAAAAAABLw/2sjVFeOgvjM/s1600-h/blue-label-burberrywhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssypiv-Qi0I/AAAAAAAABLw/2sjVFeOgvjM/s320/blue-label-burberrywhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389869268513884994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.starcruises.com/newweb/guide/activities.aspx"&gt;Cruise to nowhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssyq-rCBsHI/AAAAAAAABMI/-PgDQGJCIFQ/s1600-h/gallery_virgo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 69px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssyq-rCBsHI/AAAAAAAABMI/-PgDQGJCIFQ/s320/gallery_virgo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389870847735476338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?fromGrid=1&amp;amp;sku=GRP02488&amp;amp;mcat=148204&amp;amp;cid=563629&amp;amp;search_params=s+5-p+2-c+563629-r+-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+#p+3-n+6-cg+viewPaged-c+563629-s+5-r+-t+-ri+-ni+0-x+-pu+-f+"&gt;Tiffany Keys Heart Key Charm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssys0KCf24I/AAAAAAAABMQ/yuVdlzpqVxo/s1600-h/tiffany_key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssys0KCf24I/AAAAAAAABMQ/yuVdlzpqVxo/s320/tiffany_key.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389872866103647106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. All-expense paid &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmoprof.com.sg/diploma2.htm"&gt;Photographic, Bridal, Fashion Makeup &amp;amp; Hairstyling Diploma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssys0kUo6yI/AAAAAAAABMY/5Tmx8BuLWlk/s1600-h/makeupkit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssys0kUo6yI/AAAAAAAABMY/5Tmx8BuLWlk/s320/makeupkit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389872873159060258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Weird headpieces/hairbands (lazy to find reference pics, but somethings feathery/ flowery will do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A whole bunch of Bunny-bear collectibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsyxnD10yKI/AAAAAAAABMw/lSGAl7xn6VI/s1600-h/bunnybears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsyxnD10yKI/AAAAAAAABMw/lSGAl7xn6VI/s320/bunnybears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389878138659719330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Someone to finish up my !^@$#^% portfolio site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsyxntlbqYI/AAAAAAAABM4/oasMbnji4N8/s1600-h/parrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsyxntlbqYI/AAAAAAAABM4/oasMbnji4N8/s320/parrot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389878149865253250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Being with my loved ones forever and ever. Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsyxoAunGKI/AAAAAAAABNA/5v_vS-k9Q3k/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsyxoAunGKI/AAAAAAAABNA/5v_vS-k9Q3k/s320/DSC01027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389878155004024994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew~ Took a while to think of it. Haha one task down. Now to wait for the presents to roll in =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7394813315626293453?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7394813315626293453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7394813315626293453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7394813315626293453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7394813315626293453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2009/10/21st-birthday-wishlist.html' title='21st Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsypjSngebI/AAAAAAAABMA/6_7w3IeAtFw/s72-c/katespadebag1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-3771229510793352270</id><published>2009-10-07T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:41:50.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from previous post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update from previous post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor goals:&lt;br /&gt;1. Passed basic theory~ Now debating if I should take adv theory or get provisional driving license. Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my wisdom tooth extracted yesterday~~~ Momentous, first op in my life. I think. I can't remember. It's kinda interesting to have something drilling your teeth to bits and then some pressure applied to get drilled teeth wrenched out. Seems hardcore. Also the feeling of getting stitched. In out in out. Hope I'm not giving anyone the creeps. But it felt kinda fun. Ok im crazy *maniacal laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I owe you guys some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Bunny-bear, the cute little toy I bought for my daughter. Hehe. This fella is from San-X's Rilakkuma series, not sure of its name or gender, but since it's togged out in pink, girl it is. Isn't she sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet~ She can walk in little baby steps. I'm so in love~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsyjGrBetNI/AAAAAAAABLQ/1M09DP9e2BQ/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsyjGrBetNI/AAAAAAAABLQ/1M09DP9e2BQ/s320/DSC01071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389862189079114962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sweet little Bunny-bear and Bunny bear junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Elmo's belated birthday present for me: A very handy bag organiser. Currently using it to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssyk9BecT6I/AAAAAAAABLY/BVFJWmssNRo/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssyk9BecT6I/AAAAAAAABLY/BVFJWmssNRo/s320/DSC00980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389864222330736546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssyk-aWTDJI/AAAAAAAABLo/IKeMZRedTPU/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssyk-aWTDJI/AAAAAAAABLo/IKeMZRedTPU/s320/DSC00986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389864246187330706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuffing it silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssyk9so4aHI/AAAAAAAABLg/_6dCHdKFN18/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/Ssyk9so4aHI/AAAAAAAABLg/_6dCHdKFN18/s320/DSC00979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389864233917245554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comes with this PINK SHINY Bag hook (currently in office, hooking wires instead. But still pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think this is about as much update as I can remember. Next up would be my BIRTHDAY WISHLIST~~~ Muhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-3771229510793352270?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3771229510793352270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=3771229510793352270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3771229510793352270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3771229510793352270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-from-previous-post.html' title='Update from previous post'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SsyjGrBetNI/AAAAAAAABLQ/1M09DP9e2BQ/s72-c/DSC01071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7612964359158217945</id><published>2009-09-29T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:19:15.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long Overdue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should have posted this sooner, since there are people who asked me what am I going to do with my life, and all I can answer is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Que sara sara"&lt;/span&gt;. Time to sort out my goals, minor and major, and stop analyzing the probability of completing it. i'm turning 21 soon, time to make a big song &amp;amp; dance (if I haven't done so already) about my adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor goals (little steps to gain full fledged adulthood in 2 months time. OMG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Obtain driving license before turning 21.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's face it, it's kinda impossible for me who can't do cycle-motor, have bad hand-eye coordination and bad memory. But! I'm taking my basic theory (MANUAL! YES I'M HARDCORE!) this Friday, so no one can say I haven't TRIED. Tonikaku, I will get my license. It's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Decide on the universities I want to (and can) attend.&lt;br /&gt;I have got my eye set on CMU-ETC. But one must always have a backup plan. Right now I'm beautifying my black &amp;amp; pink website (the now-defunct princessteddy.com). Seems like an impossible task...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish one collection of clothes (regardless of season, paintings only)&lt;br /&gt;This one is kinda impossible. First, I need to get in the mood to paint. Then once I get into the mood, I need to set up (scan my scribbles, clean it up) and by the time I'm done, either some work stuff comes up (remember, my work is SEASONAL, so not all times I'm busy, or free) or I lost that mood to paint. If I force myself to complete it, it will look like shit. And I will trash it. Thus I waste my effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Upload photos into my com (then on blogs or Face-freaking-book) regularly.&lt;br /&gt;I have 2-3 months of photos in my camera and handphone that I haven't uploaded into my com. Don't know why I procrastinate on this. It's kinda... hard... to find the wire, shove it into my device, stick the other end of wire into Krystof and copy paste away. Even harder to upload them on the web...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn dressmaking&lt;br /&gt;STOP BLOODY PROCRASTINATING!!!! *bats self* This has been in my head for about 6 months? I keep saying "It's too expensive (true by the way), it's dubious, it's too far, wrong time, no time" Aysh. I should start to do something about it... Maybe after getting my driving license... hm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Remove stupid wisdom tooth&lt;br /&gt;AH-HA! I can cross this out of my to-do list next Tuesday cos I HAVE BOOKED MYSELF AN APPOINTMENT FOR THE SURGERY TABLE! Yes I'm sadistic, but no, I'm not enjoying this cos some friends and a certain Parrot are more sadistic about this than me. They enjoy SHARING THEIR EXPERIENCE WITH ME! Omg why? Why is this HAPPENING TO ME??? You can keep your experiences to yourself cos I'm about to have them soon. And maybe I'll join the sadistic "Torture your friends with wisdom tooth removal process" club afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Goals&lt;br /&gt;1. Get married?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Yea. No plans yet (as if. I want a daytime wedding, intimate by-the-sea affair with sprinklings of blueish purple hydrangea amidst the white &amp;amp; breezy setup (No tents please, au naturel preferred)  I will be wearing &lt;a href="http://www.verawangonweddings.com/fashion/Gown.aspx?SubCategory=GownGallery&amp;amp;ProductId=115710"&gt;this beautiful gown&lt;/a&gt; from VERA WANG!!! (omg have I mentioned I have already joined the Vera Wang RSVP Club? Hahahah yesh I'm wedding-insane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have kids?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, no HELL WAY AM I GOING TO LET THOSE UNDER 3 FEET TALL BUGGERS NEAR ME. NO WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. But maybe 10 years later, I want my daughter. I even bought a toy for her. Will post up the pics later. It's damn cute I tell you. Just like my daughter =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a Fashion Degree&lt;br /&gt;Did you see that coming? I mean, WOW I'D BE MAD NOT TO PUT IT IN!!! Hahaha I'm going to have the craziest (future) resume. Hahaha But like I care. It's never too late for a dream. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Work for Vera, or open a bridal store&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably saying this in a wedding-bells induced mood. Or maybe, I just like fairytale and helping people plan, sort, organize (just as long as I not a victim of me =D) hahaha whichever way, it sounds like fun. And I've already got some ideas to get this ball rolling. Just need moolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, this is my wishlist for the future. Oh yea! About time to make a birthday wishlist =D *whistles happily*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7612964359158217945?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7612964359158217945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7612964359158217945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7612964359158217945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7612964359158217945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7427039205814975153</id><published>2009-08-16T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:39:35.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE YOU BITCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DIE YOU BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings minions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I blog, and I'm only blogging because if I dont unleash my fury on something that isn't made of flesh &amp; blood, I'm afraid the nearest n dearest flesh&amp;blood begin will die a horrible agonising death. Thank gawd you're not near me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing now? I'm rushing a simple flash game that took some students 3 months to complete. Deadline: Today. Date started: Oh, around LAST THURSDAY. Their version is so horribly buggy (because these kids do not have the commonsense to playtest their game n face the bugs) that the simplest way out for me was to REDO THE BLOODY THING. I even had time to CHANGE THE HORRIBLE UI. gosh, what do they teach these kids. Thankfully they are not mine for the next sem... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be busy now right? Yea. But I didn't count on the fact that I HAD A CORRUPTED FLA FILE, which means I can't compile, which means, lucky you, I'm ranting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I rant about? Should I rant about how noob the students are? Nah, too commonplace. Should I rant about how I was cheated into receiving a buggy game? No, I asked for it. I was TOO TRUSTING (and a tad lazy) to suspect these angel-face buggers with give me work laden with landmines. *remove this movieclip, KABOOM the whole game can't work* Hm. Oh, HOW ABOUT, I rant on what I suffered from for 6 months? *sparkling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... the source of my agony... see, when you're a fresh grad, alot of people make allowances for your childish behaviour in the work place, your loud incessant, irritating giggles, and the hordes of your pre-NS/work friends visiting. But allowance time is 3 months, dear girl, you're suppose to fit in to the grey boring world of worklife, not come to work in eccentric furcoats and half shaven head. My gawd you absolutely disgust the boring monotonous working ppl with work to rush and bosses to please (a.k.a me) AND WILL YOU PLEASE STOP BRINGING YOUR GIGGLING TURKEYS TO WORK WITH YOU, personal life in your worklife is NOT ALLOWED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I finished my rant. And just nice, I downloaded the uncorrupted version of my work. Ciao ppl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7427039205814975153?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7427039205814975153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7427039205814975153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7427039205814975153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7427039205814975153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2009/08/die-you-bitch.html' title='DIE YOU BITCH'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-1158909060323551157</id><published>2009-07-12T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:21:18.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something I did on a whim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SlqvP1hUJvI/AAAAAAAABLI/3gCKLVUaJ00/s1600-h/style1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SlqvP1hUJvI/AAAAAAAABLI/3gCKLVUaJ00/s320/style1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787393310336754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selected this dress becos, IMO, it's very versatile and well suited for Singapore's #$%^!* insanely humid weather... If you're visiting, don't bother bringing pieces to layer unless you wanna get heatstroke or are allergic to UV rays. Brutal but true facts. Maybe that's why most Singaporean ladies are hitting the streets in short breezy dresses such as these paired with cute ballet pumps or super high stilettos , or for the more inclined, hot pants (outdated!) flip flops and tank top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some clothes are wrongly credited, please let me know. If you wanna know where to get them, just Google. I'm not their advertiser =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy playing with style. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-1158909060323551157?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1158909060323551157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=1158909060323551157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1158909060323551157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1158909060323551157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-i-did-on-whim-selected-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SlqvP1hUJvI/AAAAAAAABLI/3gCKLVUaJ00/s72-c/style1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-815723019630730769</id><published>2009-04-16T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:19:36.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rantings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Rantings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks, another update! Haha. I was very plagued by many many thoughts, and no one to convey it to. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one differentiate a fat lady from a pregnant lady (who happens to look chubby)? I keep having this problem on the train. From my eye level (sitting down) I see a bulge, pudgy limbs and I associate that with being plump. But some people will shoot me dirty looks because they being ALL-KNOWING can immediately tell the difference between pregnant and plain fat. Being anti-social, it's not a habit of mine to look at other people's faces (also have a paranoia that when I look at someone they can tell and will stare back at me, thus creating an "awkward" moment for me) I also didn't exactly realise that one you're pregnant, your limbs may expand (very unfortunate, and I think I might be one of them too), cos the pregnant women I see maintain sleek figures (like my Geog teacher, my lady boss, my aunt...) *sigh* the dilemma. Anyway, if THEY can identify preggie women, why dont THEY give up their seats? Silly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee does bad things to my skin. I've got 3 students and colleagues telling me I look like ghost/haggard/sick/pale. Notice it's happening in the work area. No one notices my sickly complexion otherwise. Thus I conclude: Work makes me look like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spending power is considerably reduced. Not cos no bonus or pay reduce or anything drastic. I'm counting my blessings that I am working, have decent pay in this indecent times. Just that prices of decent education, cost of living became indecently high, everything I wanna do must think twice. Can't even have cake anytime I want now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lady boss told me "The younger generation students are becoming more vocal in their appeals (&amp;amp; complains)" I think she forgot to mention they became more spineless and dependent too. *tsk tsk* I pity the future... Maybe we'll be living in a robot era, where the younger generations lie in automated massage beds to remain svelte looking instead or walking their butts off doing decent work. What kind of world do I live in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna up my butt off to go study/work in somewhere I like. But yes as some friends delicately put it, working in this environment makes you go soggy. become spineless. Man, who can give up these benefits? Need to rebuild my spine, and part with some of my hard-earn savings already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sweet egg toast. Need to get more cinnamon sugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suikoden Tierkries is a good RPG (with very bad dubbing and subbing) but not a goos Suikoden. Maybe cos it's dumbed down for the DS? Not sure. But yea, methinks the gameplay is better than the FFs. But story not there (very simple, and though thre are "mysterious things happening", their revelation is very "Chey..."), army battles not there, the characters I recruited dont feel substantial enough to be in 108 stars (but in S4 there are worse characters...), up til now I dont think there will be any appearances or old Suiko chars... kinda disappointed) . There are good parts tho, like animated cutscenes for important 108 stars, reusing very familiar sound effects, good graphics, some interesting characters. Still can evoke a sense of nostalgia. *spoiler alert* I just don't like how they squeeze all the explanation of the Suiko world into "an infinite number of worlds". I prefer the story of the 27 true runes and the Sword and Shield story thank you very much. I'm doing all I can to stop thinking of improving it (or playing it during work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday, plsthxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-815723019630730769?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/815723019630730769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=815723019630730769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/815723019630730769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/815723019630730769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-rantings.html' title='Random Rantings'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-9099824829237024953</id><published>2009-03-30T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:24:19.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Massive Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooook.. I think... I have been updating for a little bit... Ok make that a large bit. So I'm just going to do a massive update at this point. Is going to be long n *mayb* full of photos. Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Valentine's Day, my first, and it's where I left off at anyway&lt;br /&gt;2. Changi Airport. Is a random trip just to eat Popeye's&lt;br /&gt;3.East Coast Park. Day out with Parrot's colleagues. A somewhat happy day.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sentosa!!! Is possibly the first happy night I spent away from home.&lt;br /&gt;5. VM news. A little thing me, Hammy and Peaceful started and is starting to flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, update complete. ta-da! *audience screams "NANI KORE!?!?" &amp;amp; throws rotten tomatoes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok~ Chill. I was just kidding. I promised photos right? Here you go!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71138646003_782226003_2250856_4421560_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71138646003_782226003_2250856_4421560_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puppets taking a bus to the Airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71138641003_782226003_2250855_7587791_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71138641003_782226003_2250855_7587791_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puppets also spotted exploding head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71138661003_782226003_2250859_1401346_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71138661003_782226003_2250859_1401346_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppets at T3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71138656003_782226003_2250858_2400306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71138656003_782226003_2250858_2400306_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71138676003_782226003_2250861_5872668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71138676003_782226003_2250861_5872668_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppets contemplating a lobster dish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppets' Trip~ I skipped V-Day, cos it's an extra special private day, with flowers, stars and yakitori (not ideal food for a romantic evening but it's the company that matters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Parrot &amp;amp; I decided to head to Changi Airport for a change of environment. Ok, it's still in Singapore, and is full of foreigners, but somehow I feel far away from home. Maybe it's the extreme tidiness of everything, how everything looks posh yet homely. Can't put a finger on it, but I still like it. Except for the stinky Skytrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I was hit by a sudden arrow of socializing, and so agreed to tag along Parrot's company outing to East Coast Park. Me not an avid bowler, avid cyclist nor an avid Frisbee fan but I did all 3 anyway. And yes I even talked to strangers. Applause please, for this anti-social Princess decided to step out of her castle for a day. I guess I enjoy getting my joints moving, riding a Parrot-powered 2 seater bike and watching the sky change color. Yea, that's about it. I'm still not used to socialising, especially with people who speaks Chinese majorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137636003_782226003_2250831_260012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137636003_782226003_2250831_260012_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lone fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137626003_782226003_2250829_8115081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137626003_782226003_2250829_8115081_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137631003_782226003_2250830_2714227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137631003_782226003_2250830_2714227_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137606003_782226003_2250825_3184021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137606003_782226003_2250825_3184021_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing motion blur on the bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137596003_782226003_2250823_4773976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137596003_782226003_2250823_4773976_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water ski park. Took this while speeding down the road. Awesome cam my Parrot got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137656003_782226003_2250835_242288_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137656003_782226003_2250835_242288_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun set. Wished I could stay there with Parrot(only) to watch the sky completely darken and streets light up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137641003_782226003_2250832_577483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_71137641003_782226003_2250832_577483_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Sparklers! Scary fiesty little stick. But it makes pretty lights. Teddy has fire-phobia by the way. Newly discovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had some unused funds for a short holiday, I decided to check in for 1 night, at Amara Sanctuary, Sentosa. Not Tanjong Pagar. It's a hidden place (and I say it with spite), but other than it lacking signs pointing to its whereabouts, I can find no complain. Maybe I'm not a picky person, or my stay wasn't long enough, or I was distracted by Parrot to notice anything lacking in the resort. but anyway, we had a well-relaxed evening, and a refreshing walk around some parts of Sentosa. Haven't tried the Luge (how do you pronounce this???) yet, but we went to the Songs of the Sea. Amazing effects, and that's all that is good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76608556003_782226003_2276244_1844766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76608556003_782226003_2276244_1844766_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76608531003_782226003_2276240_5580031_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76608531003_782226003_2276240_5580031_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76608546003_782226003_2276243_1658120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76608546003_782226003_2276243_1658120_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76608581003_782226003_2276249_945173_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76608581003_782226003_2276249_945173_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76608566003_782226003_2276246_3019784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76608566003_782226003_2276246_3019784_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs of the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607246003_782226003_2276198_6610232_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607246003_782226003_2276198_6610232_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complimentary breakfast at the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607241003_782226003_2276197_4425681_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607241003_782226003_2276197_4425681_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607221003_782226003_2276193_1651098_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607221003_782226003_2276193_1651098_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607231003_782226003_2276195_2682879_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607231003_782226003_2276195_2682879_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Parrot took these shots of the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607276003_782226003_2276204_1279133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607276003_782226003_2276204_1279133_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607266003_782226003_2276202_1418638_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607266003_782226003_2276202_1418638_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607271003_782226003_2276203_4402009_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607271003_782226003_2276203_4402009_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607261003_782226003_2276201_3526636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607261003_782226003_2276201_3526636_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weddings bells~ Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607336003_782226003_2276214_1026744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607336003_782226003_2276214_1026744_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607321003_782226003_2276211_3663113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607321003_782226003_2276211_3663113_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amara Sanctuary Rooftop swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607296003_782226003_2276207_917449_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607296003_782226003_2276207_917449_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the swimming pool. Amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607341003_782226003_2276215_7991902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607341003_782226003_2276215_7991902_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Army camp, now Tourism Academy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607331003_782226003_2276213_7608578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607331003_782226003_2276213_7608578_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607336003_782226003_2276214_1026744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607336003_782226003_2276214_1026744_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607351003_782226003_2276216_5796021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_76607351003_782226003_2276216_5796021_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us having fun with shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, VM stuff. We (me, Hao and Gab) have set up a Machinima production group (I don't wanna use company, it's too formal), doing Machinima as our revenue generating&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hobby&lt;/span&gt;. Please visit us here : &lt;a href="http://www.virtuamotion.com"&gt;Virtuamotion&lt;/a&gt;, for more details. Spread the word around, if you think you have the skills we need, we welcome you aboard. Terms &amp;amp; conditions apply, naturally =) Oh if you happen to walk past Tangs, do look at the TV displays to see our work. Should be playing at all their stores for around 1 month. Thanks for the support of several people (especially my ever tolerant Parrot) for making VM work. We will be 1 years old by 1st April. This ain't a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao and take care. Who knows when I'll update again XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-9099824829237024953?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/9099824829237024953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=9099824829237024953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/9099824829237024953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/9099824829237024953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2009/03/massive-update.html' title='Massive Update'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-6514413020589020951</id><published>2009-02-11T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:21:07.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate people rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Inconsiderate people rant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I updated. Or even ranted. Busy busy busy. Busy doing shit work, busy pretending doing shit work, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the couple of things that have been happening that pissed me off and hopefully not piss me off any longer are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. inconsiderate students who think they own the place.&lt;br /&gt;now imagine being holed up in a fish tank with approx 20 monkeys and some remotely human monkeys (let's face it, even the better ones still monkey around when you're not looking), and your boss (not really boss but still) insist you keep discipline in this fish tank. And said boss sits next door. And can see monkeys being monkeys. Also, I have a low tolerance rate because:&lt;br /&gt;1. I already feel useless in this job, making me sit with monkeys is just emblazoning I'm more useless etc etc, and said monkeys like to point out the fact that I do nothing but "close doors and tear wraps off chairs" (I feel obliged to say said sentiments do not apply to the other unfortunate (or maybe not so) place-mate, I can't even call it a room, it's another box. Just less blacker)&lt;br /&gt;2. Other staffs have own room. Even though said room is fish tank with makeshift cover and some said staff are same rank as me (tho more senior obviously). Don't blame said staff. Their boss obviously not a discipline control freak of some sort. Just another weirder more abstract sort...&lt;br /&gt;3. I feel exposed. Even if they build a 2m high wall blocking out monkeys, I don't feel safe leaving my things lying around. Which is why I double check triple check my belongings and lock before I leave. Usually I leave my stuff hanging about. Talk about paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;4. These monkeys have no sense of voice control or discipline. Previously, the other students (noisy but possess sense of right and wrong) would tone down when warned. And there was respect. But said monkeys... What can I say, there's a few reason why humans can invent gadgets to wipe out monkeys. They possess none of those reasons. Said monkeys will probably end up being some insurance agent of some sort. Anyway they have 1 more week before I kick their asses GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Even now, there are people older (or abit younger) than me who sees nothing wrong with standing at the staircase landing hogging up the place. Someone should just shove them down. Remove hazardous obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. This is the reason why epidermic spread so easily. Uncles like to hold the handrails of the train with both hands (maybe for balancing or airing their pits, I don't wish to know), and so their hands are definitely occupied, which gives them the excuse to cough (loudly, with specks of phlegm and saliva) at innocent passengers around them. One of them being me. Even though I glared at said inconsiderate, selfish, unhygienic, barbaric, rude, mediocre uncle several times, said uncle happily coughed away. Then some stupid teenager with the same double-hand-holding-bar habit started coughing. Without covering. And with extra ingredients. Kami-sama bless us not to have another Sars attack for they intend no harm but to merely use both hands to prevent other passengers that are unable to balance already (me) from holding the bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Yes clients are kings, etc etc. But the kind of clients that definitely deserve good quality works are the ones who:&lt;br /&gt;1. understand the product/service they are getting&lt;br /&gt;2. understand their own products/services (you'll be surprised)&lt;br /&gt;3. communicates properly&lt;br /&gt;4. supplies accurate and relevant information, open to questions service-provider might have&lt;br /&gt;5. do not insist (repeatedly, once or twice is understandable) on something impossible within a tight schedule, even though there were valid reasons to reject said impossible task&lt;br /&gt;6. do not readjust tight schedule to make it tighter (no reasons given)&lt;br /&gt;7. do not spam edits like it's water. We're humans too, Your money isn't big enough to buy our sanity and health and above-mentioned monkeys' well-sacrificed lives&lt;br /&gt;7. announces last min (fully edited, rendered) that they want a video for a 4:3 TV, not widescreen. Hurrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are such clients, Kami-sama you are doing your job after all. Just let them be my clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I will put my game face on, and wait for V-Day. To whom it may concern, I expect alot from you, since you made me anticipate it so much. *evil grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-6514413020589020951?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6514413020589020951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=6514413020589020951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6514413020589020951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6514413020589020951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2009/02/inconsiderate-people-rant.html' title='Inconsiderate people rant'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-6484610157246702492</id><published>2009-02-10T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:19:57.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate new shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate new shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is rant day. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to C&amp;amp;K's outlet store at Anchorpoint (Big hint to get cheap shoes ok) and saw alot of shoes that I wanted to get but thankfully didn't. One of them was a Guess/Ninewest rip-off (so obvious la) that me and Parrot spied a couple of months before. The other one was this pink flats that me &amp;amp; Elmo saw but I didn't buy cos... well, Princess Teddy doesn't approve of its price tag. Needless to say, P.Teddy got both. Cos the rainy weather soaked her 2 comfy ballet flats until they became stinky. *sob* Comfy shoes never last long, good shoes never come cheap. New shoes will definitely kill your feet... Cos... my heels.. bleeding now T_T stupid pink flats... *steps them silly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will pass a few flyer people (those that distribute flyers) on my way to work. And they are now classified as "Escalator Hazards" cos their outstretch arms just block the path to escalators, so imagine a mad rush towards the escalators, said flyer people extending arms.. and "KABLAM" people tripping head over heels on to the moving escalator, getting their body parts (somehow) compressed under the steps and flyer people's arm prolly dislocated or disemboweled and flying off somewhere... See? So horrible... Simply replace flyer people with tissue sellers in wheelchairs for other alternative Escalator Hazards at Jurong East MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another inconsiderate bunch. Those that insist on standing in between the 2 yellow arrows on the train platform. Blatantly too. Cos this morning this AUNTIE was standing right in front of the train doors and looking straight at me So I glared at her. Did she budge? Noooooo~ Continue staring at me. Dno why she never board. Maybe I too fierce, she controlling pee in her pants that's why cannot move. *sigh* aunties... so inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peaceful, cos no students today~ Save for a few retainers... Wonder why it's so difficult to pass something. Why is it so difficult to understand that "you suffer abit to save alot of your time later" It's not that bad right? Sit there doing your work for 3 months,  10am (yea after that is late, in my time 9am is late) to 5.30pm (I close one eye la) doing a decent passable job in a simple platform (Is soooooooo simple you just click and drag). Ok it's boring but. 3 months only!!! Kids nowadays... need to reposition their world view. They expect so much, but they only have this little capability to perform. Simply put, no talent but over ambitious. *sigh* I will put my kids into perspective next time. Be realistic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with toys anyway? I'm going to start an "anti-toys club for WAGs of toys collector" Yes I know it's brilliantly made, which is why I sometimes tend to agree to let my toy collector collect his toys but... omg the cost. I can go buy 2 of that nice Esprit bag I saw last month but didn't buy cos I was saving for a better life. Obviously he thinks its alright to delay future plans for a toy. But seriously I'm sick of toys, sick of my current life and I need something to look forward to. Maybe he can go buy his toys and I'll go live in Paris with Chanel and Prada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being sick of my current life... I think I'll get some partition and block up my desk and stick posters of Japan or pretty places on it. I'm so sick of grey walls and green lights. Someone save me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-6484610157246702492?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6484610157246702492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=6484610157246702492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6484610157246702492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6484610157246702492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-new-shoes.html' title='I hate new shoes'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7409158749459378980</id><published>2008-12-29T20:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:12:41.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's mah birfday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's mah birfday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~ the best part about birthdays are:&lt;br /&gt;1. you get to be Queen for the day&lt;br /&gt;2. you just have to say "But it's my Birthday" and people will stop questioning your illogical reasons. (Try it, it's fun)&lt;br /&gt;3. Presents (even better if you birthday coincides with X'mas and year-end bonus. Kidding)&lt;br /&gt;4. the surprise of receiving something from people whom you never thought you would receive from&lt;br /&gt;5. The warm fuzzy feeling when you realise there are people who remembered and cared about you&lt;br /&gt;6. Cake&lt;br /&gt;7. Feeling strangely wise for 1 hour before doing something stupid later without feeling stupid&lt;br /&gt;8. Simply get dead drunk on happiness and the warm fuzzy feeling. (no booze needed)&lt;br /&gt;9. Stuff myself silly because no one gets fat on their birthdays (as if)&lt;br /&gt;10. All the mean feeling I had a day ago evaporated. Even my tummy behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Birthdays are good. What did I do anyway... Er yea I watched Bedtime Stories, kinda funny, abit touching. Then I had waffles in-lieu of cake, cos I am cutting down on dairy until my tummy is better (so actually, I had only 3 miserable slices of cake instead of an entire cake... *sniff*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAi9Z7U5I/AAAAAAAABBI/kJuMAUzsRng/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAi9Z7U5I/AAAAAAAABBI/kJuMAUzsRng/s320/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285467344527381394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My waffle. At least I had chocolate ice-cream to go with it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got dragged up Fort Canning. Again. Sheesh. But anyway I got a camera to play with, so I took some random shots. Hehehe fun. Thanks to my dear Parrot for the cam~ Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVmpjLJ_ZjI/AAAAAAAABBA/nCqGYHreT_I/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVmpjLJ_ZjI/AAAAAAAABBA/nCqGYHreT_I/s320/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285442059451196978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me playing hide &amp;amp; seek at a very old and creepy looking gateway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVmpixa4kVI/AAAAAAAABA4/Unk4JAs16B4/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVmpixa4kVI/AAAAAAAABA4/Unk4JAs16B4/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285442052542730578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very odd looking tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAjSG0eGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/K2kZL6nUcwo/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAjSG0eGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/K2kZL6nUcwo/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285467350084384866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back view of odd looking tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVmpihWNxWI/AAAAAAAABAw/I1jv57LM2sk/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVmpihWNxWI/AAAAAAAABAw/I1jv57LM2sk/s320/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285442048228181346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special bench. Ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVmpig0ONeI/AAAAAAAABAo/MK1zis2xsRQ/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVmpig0ONeI/AAAAAAAABAo/MK1zis2xsRQ/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285442048085603810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version of special bench. Normal right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVmpiV_aFtI/AAAAAAAABAg/KZ8cl3R4Fcw/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVmpiV_aFtI/AAAAAAAABAg/KZ8cl3R4Fcw/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285442045179729618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot's version of special bench. Hmph, fine, professional loh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Central for dinner. Toko more pics on the way. Did I ever mentioned Clarke Quay is my favourite place in Singapore? As if no one noticed. Even my dad realised and was rather annoyed... Hahaha at least I'm not going there for alcoholic purposes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAkDipGKI/AAAAAAAABBo/Gx2Qo-fcZYk/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAkDipGKI/AAAAAAAABBo/Gx2Qo-fcZYk/s320/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285467363354417314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAj7r6qJI/AAAAAAAABBg/FBV9aDvhq5Y/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAj7r6qJI/AAAAAAAABBg/FBV9aDvhq5Y/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285467361245833362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAjvAdx0I/AAAAAAAABBY/u6R7sUXrxFo/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAjvAdx0I/AAAAAAAABBY/u6R7sUXrxFo/s320/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285467357842360130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh I'm in love with my new cam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnDcjb5g4I/AAAAAAAABCA/98XwOFg0zKI/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnDcjb5g4I/AAAAAAAABCA/98XwOFg0zKI/s320/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285470533011997570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot's usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnDcWkH2UI/AAAAAAAABB4/gH5NYeCkah8/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnDcWkH2UI/AAAAAAAABB4/gH5NYeCkah8/s320/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285470529556830530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnDcaKM5wI/AAAAAAAABBw/EK5FVTm3EE0/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnDcaKM5wI/AAAAAAAABBw/EK5FVTm3EE0/s320/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285470530521851650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our miserable Gyoza. Even Koufu's owned it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnDdTVhPcI/AAAAAAAABCQ/j17inaQ-OXk/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnDdTVhPcI/AAAAAAAABCQ/j17inaQ-OXk/s320/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285470545870142914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's X'mas without a X'mas tree? My version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnDc6gT4DI/AAAAAAAABCI/jPM5jlYAYWU/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnDc6gT4DI/AAAAAAAABCI/jPM5jlYAYWU/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285470539204517938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot's version. Ok fine u win. U even have a star *sulks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Presents time~ Love all my presents, except the random one from Santa's bag. It's a cute present, but it's utterly "useless". Hahaha, no I'm not being mean. I got a "Useless" book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnHT3Z449I/AAAAAAAABDA/4hyl91GCECI/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnHT3Z449I/AAAAAAAABDA/4hyl91GCECI/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285474781799965650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and my Useless book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnGANDwNII/AAAAAAAABCg/qOLj1dxuX6g/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnGANDwNII/AAAAAAAABCg/qOLj1dxuX6g/s320/DSC00118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285473344503690370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Teddy 2: Jeremiah Rosebud. Gift from my NYP colleagues. Ha~ Thanks people. I had fun pretending to be Princess with her tiara. Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnGAeH6YmI/AAAAAAAABCo/HBNbpgKG1BM/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnGAeH6YmI/AAAAAAAABCo/HBNbpgKG1BM/s320/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285473349084537442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HRH Jeremiah Rosebud with her Teddy minions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnF__QzSiI/AAAAAAAABCY/bxZz53FVOmc/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnF__QzSiI/AAAAAAAABCY/bxZz53FVOmc/s320/DSC00089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285473340800322082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot and Vegetarian gave me this as a surprise pre-lude present. They got it via those catch-machines. Lucky guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more present pics soon. I'm missing out the presents I got from the guys, my sweet bros, and of cos my dear Parrot. And I still haven't gotten the ones from Lyn and UBD... so yea maybe I'll continue all at one go... Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went out for some me time. Yes I took leave, no I'm not slacking. As UBD so profoundly puts it, I went out for some female maintenance. Namely, feed my Rose Juliet craving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnHT8v6UfI/AAAAAAAABC4/ymDfA4q_YNg/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnHT8v6UfI/AAAAAAAABC4/ymDfA4q_YNg/s320/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285474783234511346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had tcc Ti-RUM-misu. I remember I had something like that last year. It shrank by half dammit. *digs up old post for pics* Bah. Lost it. But last time, it came in a decent plate, with the odd berries, nt a plastic cup. But it still packs rum. Hmm-hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnHTooH8SI/AAAAAAAABCw/JkYlzQWxetI/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnHTooH8SI/AAAAAAAABCw/JkYlzQWxetI/s320/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285474777833140514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rose Juliet~ Thankfully not much has been changed, size wise and taste wise. Bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7409158749459378980?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7409158749459378980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7409158749459378980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7409158749459378980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7409158749459378980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-mah-birfday.html' title='It&apos;s mah birfday!'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SVnAi9Z7U5I/AAAAAAAABBI/kJuMAUzsRng/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5547121072138877857</id><published>2008-12-22T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:34:39.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/06/09/is-mah-birfday/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/06/is-mah-birfday-where-r-caek-dammit.jpg" alt="is mah birfday where r caek,Â dammit!?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it. Tho technically, my bday is 2 days away and I had a cake last Sat... Er.. details details... Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5547121072138877857?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5547121072138877857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5547121072138877857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5547121072138877857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5547121072138877857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-animals-there-i-said-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-2608867628298339251</id><published>2008-12-15T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:48:25.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing all I can to stop myself from swinging from 1 emotion to the next. I'm feeling sad, angry, jealous, lazy, generally pissed at anything that moves. And I don't know why. Actually maybe I do, but if I list it out I will prolly hurt a few people here and there. Bah. I'm so bored it feels lonely. See, everyone is in the busy club. All have something to do. Yea, I have something to do, but after an hour or so I stop...and then get bored and wonder why no one can play with me... Why do I feel like I'm the only one that doesn't like what I'm doing. I don't like being me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm generally pissed at the slobs I'm getting for this project. I gave them like, what, 2 weeks to research, and they can't even.. ##$%$!$@#@ Nevermind, I'll get a vein or two burst if this keeps up. And why haven't they gotten the freaking island? how long is it going to take? It's stalling progress can't you see? Slowpokes. Tortoises. Aliens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I know people that think they are the only ones in the world that is sad or suffering, and other people are expected to treat them like Kings or Queens once they get into the 'emotional, tortured artist' stage? Sometimes I find such 'artists' who fight for their own 'space' and 'freedom' selfish sods who don't know the meaning of consideration. They don't care if what they do or want affects others around them because their world is all about 'Me, me and me' There's no one sadder than them nor can there be people happier than them. Somehow they'll find ways to overshadow you, and what you feel is insignificant, and you're just a pawn in their big plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why are there sad sobs desperate for girls but never see what they look at in the mirror clearly? Obviously, if you think you're a good catch and yet no one is caring there's something wrong with you. Like what Russel Peters said, don't hit above your range. If you're an average looking guy, stick to average looking girls. This is a battlecry for all the girls whom the guys think "Don't look hot enough for me" but still has that heart of gold guys never tried to look at. It's not fair guys can be superficial so girls waste time and money to doll up. Tables are turned you sods, go get your Armani spray, clean up nicely and workout every bone in your body. If you don't put in effort to get the girl, don't expect any girls to look nice for you. You don't deserve their effort. And watch out, even the prettiest rose has thorns, but the plain looking jasmine smells the nicest. HRH has warned you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-2608867628298339251?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2608867628298339251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=2608867628298339251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/2608867628298339251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/2608867628298339251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-mean.html' title='I feel mean'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7179477547913065826</id><published>2008-12-14T18:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:20:09.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10 more days to X'mas! Whoo~ Anyway *sings "On the 2nd day of X'mas, my true love gave to me - 1 Threadless T~"* Very cute T... It's bright YELLOW and has an evil muffin saying "Ah Munna Eat Choo" So cute~ But as to why he chose this T and it's little message, it's a private thing between us. Ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXtD1bi8yI/AAAAAAAABAY/zX7Yl2Ok4N8/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXtD1bi8yI/AAAAAAAABAY/zX7Yl2Ok4N8/s320/xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279886788299780898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The happy trio (Snowy in my office guarding) wishing everyone Happy Yuletide. I got a cap for Sackman~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm anyway X'mas... I'm getting older... *sigh* and thanks to Facebook, I've located the website of my secondary school, so I went to nosy abit, found out that my Physics, Chem and Math teachers(woah, it's been awhiel since I used this term) are still around, NO MORE RAJA (wooo, but it's an academic lost tho. He's a lean mean Math killing machine). Abit sad to see some of my teachers are gone, but my fave DM (yes DISCIPLINE MASTERS can be nice too) is still there... Hm, anyway... the surreality of staring at faces that you THINK are gone and not seeing the faces you wish to see gripped me... and for awhile, I have the urge to find the faces long forgotten, embrace them with a warm hug screaming in their faces "It's me! Melissa! You ungrateful sods!" but thankfully that urge is short lived... But yea, Tis the season to forgive and forget. And splurge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of splurging... I got my bonus. Ehehehe. Not much, but decent enough to spend abit on my loved ones... And spend I did. So lessee, I got me pay on 12th Dec, took Parrot out to dinner and had a feast. Felt like exploding. Money filled my heart with greed and I forgot the combined capacity of our stomach cannot take so much. So whatever you do, don't treat HRH and her Royal consort to buffet. Ever. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for starters, we had him a Rootbeer float and me something like a Dinosaur float. I believe that was the wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXspw17teI/AAAAAAAAA_o/yb_lVPPsQdo/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXspw17teI/AAAAAAAAA_o/yb_lVPPsQdo/s320/DSC00924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279886340391679458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;The wrong moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXsqfVPU2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/7kRm1eycdxw/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXsqfVPU2I/AAAAAAAAA_w/7kRm1eycdxw/s320/DSC00925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279886352871019362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volcano top view. Choco heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by White Dog Platter (yes, we went White Dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXsqUbQ0QI/AAAAAAAAA_4/g4nFaSfECjs/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXsqUbQ0QI/AAAAAAAAA_4/g4nFaSfECjs/s320/DSC00926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279886349943492866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Very yummy very crispy, bad for my teeth expedition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main course, a nice leg of chicken. That's all I had. No more room for my mash potato or salad (even if I had room, I won't put it in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXsqjFeaOI/AAAAAAAABAA/tbJNWToCBjA/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXsqjFeaOI/AAAAAAAABAA/tbJNWToCBjA/s320/DSC00927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279886353878640866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Very tender and tasty Chicken Leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I had a Masterclass at the Machinima Symposium. Cowardly me was glad only a handful turned up, though on hindsight, it would be better if many had attended... Anyway. After the presentation, I had dinner at Vivo with Hao, Fang, Nigel, Hans and Peaceful at the Ajisen. I had the Tom Yam... Not very spicy, but still something to wash away the dead butterflies in my tummy. We sat outdoors, very breezy, nice view of the sea (and ongoing works at Sentosa) and the occasional stench of smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXsqkaZscI/AAAAAAAABAI/q5b-7qECdyA/s1600-h/DSC00931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXsqkaZscI/AAAAAAAABAI/q5b-7qECdyA/s320/DSC00931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279886354234847682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXtDsgWIMI/AAAAAAAABAQ/cblpIq2rR_s/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXtDsgWIMI/AAAAAAAABAQ/cblpIq2rR_s/s320/DSC00932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279886785903993026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ramen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after splurging for Fri and Sat, you think my wallet and heart would be wearing down right? Nooooo I had to go Orchard with dear Parrot, my official bag carrier. So let's see... I wanted to buy a bag for mom. And a couple of jeans for my bros. Though I'm proud to say I did both, I also bought other stuff that I regretted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping:&lt;br /&gt;1 Mango tote for Mom $45&lt;br /&gt;1 Mango messenger bag for me $37&lt;br /&gt;2 pairs of Levi's traded my random jeans in for my bros $118&lt;br /&gt;2 pairs of ballet flats that are 1 size smaller (what was I thinking....) $25&lt;br /&gt;2 pairs of shorts $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh... *hides card somewhere* I'm glad to say the large part of my shopping is done. Waiting for BBQ this Saturday. And then X'mas. Whee~ Holiday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7179477547913065826?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7179477547913065826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7179477547913065826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7179477547913065826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7179477547913065826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-food.html' title='more food'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SUXtD1bi8yI/AAAAAAAABAY/zX7Yl2Ok4N8/s72-c/xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7425527126748119352</id><published>2008-12-08T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:09:55.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The guys who shopped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The guys who shopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a holiday... So I thought. I ended up being drag for miles and miles by 3 (actually 2, the other was an unwilling accomplice for once) guys, in the same location which was Chinatown. Now you think Chinatown is big, so yea I visited many places right? Nooooo Let's see.. Where was I dragged to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. From Bugis (had yummy Mushroom Straganof at Soup Spoon) to Waterloo Street, to visit The Falcon Hangar's sale. Some sale. No one bought anything despite staring for a v v v long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. From Waterloo (took a bus) to CSC. Avid fans of mine would know how much I dread this place. But since we came with a higher purpose (i.e buying present for Dipsy), I won't complain so much... until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We went to shop A (rip-off store, but being Otakus, they went anyway), then Shop B, Then Shop C, where the trio bought toys... for themselves!!! Then Shop D. Enough? Noooo, can't find anything for Dipsy. Seriously, this guy has issues over his preference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to OG. To find THE toy for him. But is toy there? Nooooooo. So, is back to CSC we go. *sobs* This is where I started getting loopy and throwing anyone who cared (Parrot) dirty looks (no pinkies attached)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Went back to CSC with doom and gloom clouds, not to mention a very drenched pair of shoes (Stinking by now). They went to shop B, have a looooooong look, before going to shop C or D, but I gave up trailing them already. Doom and gloom won, so I sat there sulking at anyone who cared (Parrot again, poor guy, should give him a medal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. After finally getting Dipsy's present (the sky around me sang "hallelujah") we went to Don's something, and had their so-called specialty. Pie. I had black pepper pie and seriously, it ain't as tasty as the mini pies I had at Pasir Ris. But still, going to post some pics for the sake of posting pics. I'm a fussy eater. If you say something is good, it has to be veeeeeeeeeeery good. Else it's just normal. Edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/ST3giiBisOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/F8vAT7OmaL4/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/ST3giiBisOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/F8vAT7OmaL4/s320/DSC00917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277621222201536738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parrot's Pie. The normal version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/ST3giHZ9P_I/AAAAAAAAA-o/21voXiEUKRw/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/ST3giHZ9P_I/AAAAAAAAA-o/21voXiEUKRw/s320/DSC00916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277621215056183282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My black Pepper version. It only got spicy to the end. By then I was bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Recharged my happy meter with food, so we tailed Mr Lion to People's Park Center (or whatever the place near Chinatown OG is called) to find the legendary clothes store under Crys' orders. After that we had super bouncy fishballs at the Food Center. Now this is yummy. Finally something that I won't get bored of eating. I can eat a million of these chewy fishballs. Yes I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except... I've got a toothache... I think I have a wisdom tooth coming. Will let you know if it happens. This calls for drastic measures... And I'm not a fan of this particular drastic measure... Starts with D, and is 7 letters last I checked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7425527126748119352?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7425527126748119352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7425527126748119352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7425527126748119352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7425527126748119352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/12/guys-who-shopped.html' title='The guys who shopped'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/ST3giiBisOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/F8vAT7OmaL4/s72-c/DSC00917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-3826529045314160000</id><published>2008-12-02T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:10:38.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season for sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Season for sharing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all the doom and gloom, Christmas has come again! And because some nice people gave me nice links to chase away my doom n gloom, gonna share it with my lovely minions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamesradar.com/f/101-things-weve-learned-from-videogames/a-20081126162511389033"&gt;Games stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=_RgL2MKfWTo"&gt;Ken lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=cAF86WVNEO4"&gt;Tarts my body&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken leeeeeeeeee tulibu dibu douchoooo ken leeee~ *dies laughing* As for the Korean guy... kudos to the brave soul who sat through that ear-wrangling gibberish to sub for us... I think I lost my braincells just listening to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the world is not full of tone deaf Engrish people. From the land who constantly produces talented Otakus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFRC2-aWExE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Nico Nico Douga Medley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall stop the brain damage for now... Will continue the assault *cough* no, sharing session later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-3826529045314160000?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3826529045314160000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=3826529045314160000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3826529045314160000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3826529045314160000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/12/season-for-sharing.html' title='Season for sharing'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8319651356934721402</id><published>2008-11-23T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:36:18.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more food posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More food posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I still don't know what I'm going to do with my life now... Until I have a better Plan B (cos Plan A seems kinda screwed up now... and the old Plan B is.. well, not sparkly enough), I'm going to update my usual life routine... Work, food, sleep. Oh yea and Parrot.  What will I do in my free time without him ... Maybe I should make a list.. Yea lists kills aaaaaaaaalot of time. Especially since I like making lists, looking at them and then reason why now is not a good time to do point #5 or #3 is obsolete now cos it's Monday. Or something like that. Yea list is fun to look at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we went MOF cos we had to go Marina Square to collect my hamsters' bathroom from this person who borrowed it for awhile... probably for my ex-hamsters to pee in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo5mKfvgDI/AAAAAAAAA74/C4oY2UILSfs/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo5mKfvgDI/AAAAAAAAA74/C4oY2UILSfs/s320/DSC00903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272089641605890098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My miso charsiew ramen. Nothing fancy... cos I was eyeing the dessert of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo5m-8OEaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/1DcqkGB36dE/s1600-h/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo5m-8OEaI/AAAAAAAAA8I/1DcqkGB36dE/s320/DSC00905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272089655683977634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 of Parrot's Tenzu Soba Set. He always eats soba. Or ramen. Except tt one time he had eel rice bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo7MWRBhPI/AAAAAAAAA8o/3qiiDqfIszc/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo7MWRBhPI/AAAAAAAAA8o/3qiiDqfIszc/s320/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272091397112038642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of Tenzu Soba. Do you know fried stuff causes pimples? Cos someone had a PIMPLE after eating this. Muahahaha. Gosh I feel mean. Sorry dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo7MJ1cQnI/AAAAAAAAA8g/882YJdlZntE/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo7MJ1cQnI/AAAAAAAAA8g/882YJdlZntE/s320/DSC00906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272091393775125106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dessert!!! Wildberry Gelato... Is happy food! So sweet, so creamy! Berriiiiiiiies!!! Of course Parrot ate the cherry.... Hehe Parrot had the Red bean soup and soft serve dessert. Since I posted it before, shan't post it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin! I call him Rocco. Hehe Thx Dear~ I finally have a penguin *sniffles* Don't be surprised, even though I'm penguin crazy, this guy is my first penguin stuffy. *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo7MYSBvpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/heUQzh5z6Us/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo7MYSBvpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/heUQzh5z6Us/s320/DSC00912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272091397653118610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rocco looking kyoote and cuddly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo5nRKumKI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Ojh0I5iM8Z8/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo5nRKumKI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Ojh0I5iM8Z8/s320/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272089660576667810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rocco being nice to the very short Sackman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here goes my list to do when I'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a list of things to do when I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;2. Read someone's blog and marvel at how their lives are more interesting than yours...&lt;br /&gt;3. Wonder where Parrot went to&lt;br /&gt;4. Thinks of list of things to make students do (plan their programming structure, use common sense when building something, clean up island)&lt;br /&gt;5. Draw some designs for my fashion portfolio&lt;br /&gt;6. Do my Machinima website... (ouch)&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch some anime and lag the connection...&lt;br /&gt;8. Work on my secret project if I can remember what it's about&lt;br /&gt;9. Do a list of fun things to do (bored or not)&lt;br /&gt;10.Draw up my Xmas wishlist... Cos the previous one was a shopping list... of things I'll prolly never buy... *stares miserably at almost empty wallet*&lt;br /&gt;11.Stare at my msn list to find someone new to talk to, if Elmo is busy, and Parrot ain't responding...&lt;br /&gt;12.Online shopping. Then feel miserable for being unable to buy them for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;13.Snooze... and get waken up by students or mom or the guilt of not doing anything, depending on where I am... &lt;br /&gt;14.Looks at lists and thinks why am I doing this when I'm too lazy to start on point #1... Oh shit, I've started haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;15.Looks at #2 on my list and thinks maybe I should do #3 first... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm amazed I can even think of 15 things to do. Ok I'm left with um.. technically 14... But I'll be damned if I can get past #3... Cos the rest seems too hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should skip to # 9 or # 10. Those are lists...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8319651356934721402?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8319651356934721402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8319651356934721402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8319651356934721402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8319651356934721402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-food-posts.html' title='more food posts'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSo5mKfvgDI/AAAAAAAAA74/C4oY2UILSfs/s72-c/DSC00903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-1324340800650187362</id><published>2008-11-19T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:37:57.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than complaining about my boring life and the recent troubles I've been getting into, let's do something sort-of cheerful. But it may be depressing for people in the army cos it's going to take awhile before they can go on a food trip again. Oh well. I feel abit happier knowing I made someone's life a little more miserable. I'm a born sadist. Thank you thank you *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last last Friday Parrot and I visited Holland (village), and ate chicken noodles from one of my childhood haunts. I been there since it was old and dirty, slightly new looking, and now, total revamp. But the food is still good. Something very very rare nowadays in Singapore. But of course, the price went up. Waaaaay up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEr4S-CyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/5SB0Lzjoxyg/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEr4S-CyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/5SB0Lzjoxyg/s320/DSC00881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270624090799868706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot's Soy sauce chicken noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEruI4Y6I/AAAAAAAAA7A/2Uqg1Y0ZPGI/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEruI4Y6I/AAAAAAAAA7A/2Uqg1Y0ZPGI/s320/DSC00880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270624088073200546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cold chicken noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Tuesday, we went Orchard, ate some pasta at PastaCafe, Takashimaya. The food wasn't bad. Just... bland, as bland as the restaurant's name I mean, how can you make pasta taste bad? And we had Aglio Olio and Carbonara the default cannot-go-wrong pastas. But yea, bland. Even the spicy Aglio Olio. But at least the appetizer was good. Yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEsk1ChJI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WvT0DQ7-62U/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEsk1ChJI/AAAAAAAAA7g/WvT0DQ7-62U/s320/DSC00895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270624102753928338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy appetizer (toasted garlic bread with tomato on top, Fried chicken cutlet, Fried Calamari and super yummy potato salad) and a passer-by staring after doing an indecent pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEsZNWJJI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zoeWn0H34DA/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEsZNWJJI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zoeWn0H34DA/s320/DSC00888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270624099634652306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aglio Olio. I don't mind if it looks boring, but the spicy sauce can't even save this dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEr_R48kI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Vuh5fib1tA4/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEr_R48kI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Vuh5fib1tA4/s320/DSC00887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270624092674388546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very greasy looking Carbonara. Loads of cheese but no kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUp69oQUUI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5ERyS2Hk86k/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUp69oQUUI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5ERyS2Hk86k/s320/DSC00892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270665031859589442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on the bus while going home. Exploding heads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to eat some decent chinese at Soup Kitchen. At least I thought it was suppose to be decent... The famed Samsui chicken was alright, just a tad tinier, but when it came to the Beggar Bowl Tofu, I was damn disappointed. What happened to the starchy sauce and crispy tofu skin? And the bill was a leeettle shocking. I rather pay this much to eat something Japanese. Maybe it's ingrained in me that food I am suppose to know how to cook shouldn't cost alot. Blame my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUp66fYbXI/AAAAAAAAA7w/EUngIOZRt8o/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUp66fYbXI/AAAAAAAAA7w/EUngIOZRt8o/s320/DSC00902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270665031017065842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parrot's Chicken and Cucumber Slice creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-1324340800650187362?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1324340800650187362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=1324340800650187362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1324340800650187362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1324340800650187362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-updates.html' title='Food updates'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SSUEr4S-CyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/5SB0Lzjoxyg/s72-c/DSC00881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-3532168053341401471</id><published>2008-11-14T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:28:00.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday wishlist~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bday wishlist~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mostly everyone at this time of the year is scribbling out their X'mas wishlist, I am doing on for.. My Bday~ Dah's right gurl~ *does Peaceful's head swagger/crazy rotation movement* in 1 month and 1 day I'm hitting the (not so big) TWO-OH! woot! Oldness... *sob* *dodges rotten potatoes that 21 year-old Elmo and recently 20 Yunix are throwing* Ok time for annual countdown~&lt;br /&gt;*sings "All my birthday presents come to me" to the tune of "All I want for Xmas is my two front teeth"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes and accessories~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzsgZ9mSNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/3eEHzL2lbxc/s1600-h/wishlist_part1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268345705585854674" style="width: 320px; height: 311px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzsgZ9mSNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/3eEHzL2lbxc/s320/wishlist_part1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything matchy matchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Techie stuff... Even Princesses need some technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywfN19II/AAAAAAAAA64/laEPN9A_eaI/s1600-h/wishlist_part4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268352578943841410" style="width: 320px; height: 222px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywfN19II/AAAAAAAAA64/laEPN9A_eaI/s320/wishlist_part4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not so techy techy but still somthing I want. Rabbids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food!!! Um no... *cough* Desserts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywL7Wy0I/AAAAAAAAA6o/JOV5NFdV1SE/s1600-h/wishlist_part2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268352573766028098" style="width: 320px; height: 102px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywL7Wy0I/AAAAAAAAA6o/JOV5NFdV1SE/s320/wishlist_part2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can I miss out my fave Rose Juliet!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other crazy stuff that would be *nice* to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywOtF2HI/AAAAAAAAA6w/m3wQ3PIAoNY/s1600-h/wishlist_part3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268352574511503474" style="width: 320px; height: 134px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywOtF2HI/AAAAAAAAA6w/m3wQ3PIAoNY/s320/wishlist_part3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pretty crazy stuff... Wonder who's getting those for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks more like my "inner-Princess shopping list" than a birthday wishlist... Oh well haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes back to coding*&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, one personal Princess Teddy Programmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-3532168053341401471?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3532168053341401471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=3532168053341401471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3532168053341401471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3532168053341401471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/11/bday-wishlist_14.html' title='Bday wishlist~'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzsgZ9mSNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/3eEHzL2lbxc/s72-c/wishlist_part1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-6672361614977486808</id><published>2008-11-12T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:06:34.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday wishlist~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bday wishlist~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mostly everyone at this time of the year is scribbling out their X'mas wishlist, I am doing on for.. My Bday~ Dah's right gurl~ *does Peaceful's head swagger/crazy rotation movement* in 1 month and 1 day I'm hitting the (not so big) TWO-OH! woot! Oldness... *sob* *dodges rotten potatoes that 21 year-old Elmo and recently 20 Yunix are throwing* Ok time for annual countdown~&lt;br /&gt;*sings "All my birthday presents come to me" to the tune of "All I want for Xmas is my two front teeth"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes and accessories~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzsgZ9mSNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/3eEHzL2lbxc/s1600-h/wishlist_part1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268345705585854674" style="width: 320px; height: 311px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzsgZ9mSNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/3eEHzL2lbxc/s320/wishlist_part1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything matchy matchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Techie stuff... Even Princesses need some technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywfN19II/AAAAAAAAA64/laEPN9A_eaI/s1600-h/wishlist_part4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268352578943841410" style="width: 320px; height: 222px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywfN19II/AAAAAAAAA64/laEPN9A_eaI/s320/wishlist_part4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not so techy techy but still somthing I want. Rabbids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food!!! Um no... *cough* Desserts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywL7Wy0I/AAAAAAAAA6o/JOV5NFdV1SE/s1600-h/wishlist_part2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268352573766028098" style="width: 320px; height: 102px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywL7Wy0I/AAAAAAAAA6o/JOV5NFdV1SE/s320/wishlist_part2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can I miss out my fave Rose Juliet!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other crazy stuff that would be *nice* to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywOtF2HI/AAAAAAAAA6w/m3wQ3PIAoNY/s1600-h/wishlist_part3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268352574511503474" style="width: 320px; height: 134px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzywOtF2HI/AAAAAAAAA6w/m3wQ3PIAoNY/s320/wishlist_part3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pretty crazy stuff... Wonder who's getting those for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks more like my "inner-Princess shopping list" than a birthday wishlist... Oh well haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes back to coding*&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, one personal Princess Teddy Programmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-6672361614977486808?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6672361614977486808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=6672361614977486808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6672361614977486808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6672361614977486808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/11/bday-wishlist.html' title='Bday wishlist~'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRzsgZ9mSNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/3eEHzL2lbxc/s72-c/wishlist_part1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-2500069223192194014</id><published>2008-11-11T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:26:01.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henderson waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henderson waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha I came, I saw and I climbed it!!! Now no one can say I'm a spoilt Princess that only shops in air-conditioned megamalls. I do what the commoners do to. Climb a frigging ragged forest trail, crossed a very cool looking bridge hanging above the expressway at an insane(for me, a height phobic) height, ate sandwiches (royally-handmade by moi) with my dear under the blighting hot sun. Yep yep *ticks off "List of mindless things commoners like to do"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I should stop being mean. My legs were killing me yesterday, though I feel more healthy after that. Can you smell fresh air nowadays? The air here is artificial n stagnant. I should get trekking often. Tho I'll be charcoal Teddy... And it's not often I get to watch sunset with a loved one. So whee~ Some piccys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTZF58kOI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6qr0LIx-Mo0/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTZF58kOI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6qr0LIx-Mo0/s320/DSC00870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267332929733562594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to capture the sunset. But this is good too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTZH6hSUI/AAAAAAAAA54/QoV1fHDANug/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTZH6hSUI/AAAAAAAAA54/QoV1fHDANug/s320/DSC00868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267332930272840002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wave~ Ride it~ Woo~ Freaking hot sun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlRn0uO9LI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/DkbX71IiLLc/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlRn0uO9LI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/DkbX71IiLLc/s320/DSC00864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267330983795815602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land of HDB flats. Kinda epic looking IRL...Looks normal in the photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long and tiring and sweaty trek, we went off to Vivo to grab ammunition. Cos we're cheese-lovers, the only place to go is HK Kim Gary, right? And wow how nice, there's a healthy cheese+vege menu. Not bad right? Yea, not bad if the ingredients used weren't soaked for weeks and their original flavor is gone and if the cheese is sticky and thick instead of runny. Is that even cheese? Ew. But thankfully the spicy noodles I ordered was good (reaaaaaaaaaaaaally spicy) and it rendered me a sorethroat, which I still have today... *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTaCyjGgI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/y1rCbj0-ovc/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTaCyjGgI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/y1rCbj0-ovc/s320/DSC00876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267332946077096450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spicy noodles... Shiokness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTZgWrm9I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/KKt0OTw90a8/s1600-h/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTZgWrm9I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/KKt0OTw90a8/s320/DSC00875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267332936833407954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very disappointing dish Tasteless .Runny Cheese and Tasteless assorted mushrooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlRpcBm7EI/AAAAAAAAA5w/FZC0829-9-A/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlRpcBm7EI/AAAAAAAAA5w/FZC0829-9-A/s320/DSC00874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267331011525930050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot's Cheesy Baked Chicken Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTZV3MzII/AAAAAAAAA6I/L7p-rVdmmQ4/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTZV3MzII/AAAAAAAAA6I/L7p-rVdmmQ4/s320/DSC00873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267332934017010818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas is coming! There's a tree! That looks better than last year's nonsense!!! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG didn't realise X'mas is coming. Goodness. Whr's my presents everyone? Hmm!?! *grins* Maybe I should make a wishlist... Or should I continue making life difficult for a certain someone? Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-2500069223192194014?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2500069223192194014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=2500069223192194014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/2500069223192194014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/2500069223192194014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/henderson-waves.html' title='Henderson waves'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SRlTZF58kOI/AAAAAAAAA6A/6qr0LIx-Mo0/s72-c/DSC00870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-1784153858703690227</id><published>2008-11-02T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T05:11:57.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outfits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outfits Mix and Match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I'll do online window shopping becos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The weather's too freaking hot to step out of house&lt;br /&gt;2. Usually the shops don't carry anything that catches my eye&lt;br /&gt;3. Too lazy to get off my butt&lt;br /&gt;4. Too broke to do any spending. Might as well save on transport fees too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coincidentally, all 4 reasons apply for me doing some random bit of eye exercise. Oh yea, add to the equation I got a mutant attack of the flu, and being a considerate human being living in a civilised world and a self-proclaimed Princess, I stayed at home, lest I start passing royal germs to the commoners, or run out of tissue and need to resort to sneezing and flinging mucus onto unsuspecting passers-by (I saw that last night... some batty old lady almost did that to me *shivers*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking thru one of my fave sites &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/a&gt; when I came across a very simple, very normal me top. So I decided to do some outfits with it, try out different looks. I did 2, a sophisticated office look, and a French Riviera casual look for weekends. Cos I was complaining work ruined my wardrobe, everything looks too dressy for a casual date/outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQ2cDtfi4UI/AAAAAAAAA5A/4-pHDRjEhdY/s1600-h/sophisticate1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQ2cDtfi4UI/AAAAAAAAA5A/4-pHDRjEhdY/s320/sophisticate1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035127031423298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sophistication... with a hefty price tag T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?sku=GRP00382&amp;amp;mcat=148206&amp;amp;cid=288188&amp;amp;search_params=s+5-p+10-c+288188-r+101297725-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+"&gt;Frank Gehry Torque Ring in brown banded Agate, Tiffany &amp;amp; Co&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?sku=GRP01846&amp;amp;mcat=148204&amp;amp;cid=287466&amp;amp;search_params=s+5-p+19-c+287466-r+-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+"&gt;Tiffany Signature Ring in Stirling Silver with wood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?sku=18384469&amp;amp;mcat=148206&amp;amp;cid=288187&amp;amp;search_params=s+5-p+7-c+288187-r+101287458-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+"&gt;Bone Cuff by Elsa Peretti for Tiffany &amp;amp; Co&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devaun Faux Leather Wallet from Forever 21 (out of stock)&lt;br /&gt;Demure Satin Top from Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoeaday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christian Louboutin's Anemone pumps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="items_name"&gt;Cuffed Wide Leg Pinstripe Trouser&lt;/span&gt; from Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purseuing.com/bags/clutches/multi-color-clutch-017256.php"&gt;Multi Color Clutch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeep. Don't ask my why I ventured into Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. I know it'll take ages for me to be able to blow that kind of money, but someday I'll get there... *sings Somewhere Over the Rainbow randomly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQ2cDfqz4aI/AAAAAAAAA44/gFjcoSiMsBU/s1600-h/fr_reveria1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQ2cDfqz4aI/AAAAAAAAA44/gFjcoSiMsBU/s320/fr_reveria1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035123320578466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not that costly Casual Outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="items_name"&gt;Tira Knitted Beret&lt;/span&gt; from Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="items_name"&gt;Tweed Cuffed Short with Sash f&lt;/span&gt;rom Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefusionboutique.blogspot.com/2007/06/cute-colorful-clutches.html"&gt;Cute Clutch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demure Satin Top from Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/imgres?imgurl=http://www.kurtgeiger.com/dynamic/eshop/product_images/thumbnail_cache/474x427/9408889609-1-kurt-geiger-mistique-blue-wedges-fashion.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.kurtgeiger.com/online-shop/18908-kurt-geiger-mistique&amp;amp;h=356&amp;amp;w=474&amp;amp;sz=28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=8&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__Q9lBGraEs6a7Xz2lAot6BXuTO8c=&amp;amp;tbnid=HymlGBSPgTYuiM:&amp;amp;tbnh=97&amp;amp;tbnw=129&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dblue%2Bwedges%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DG"&gt;Kurt Geiger Mistique&lt;/a&gt; (Blue Wedge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="items_name"&gt;Link &amp;amp; Leather Watch&lt;/span&gt; from Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?sku=GRP00180&amp;amp;mcat=148206&amp;amp;cid=288187&amp;amp;search_params=s+5-p+6-c+288187-r+101287466-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+"&gt;Wave Ring by Elsa Peretti for Tiffany &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a costly outfit.. Tho I know I can easily replace the ring with a cheaper version. But omg the wedge! Pretty~ I like that bit of red strap there, breaks the monotony of the colors. Yes yes, wedges kill my feet, I should stay off them. But, omg prettiness! And the clutch is cute, though I gave up looking where that came from. Possibly handmade... Ahh.. *wallets decides to hide itself for good* Yes, Forever 21 online is love. Not sure if I can say the same for its local stores... *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh freaking hell, Monday's coming. *intensify headache with potato chips in order to get a genuine MC for tomorrow*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-1784153858703690227?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1784153858703690227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=1784153858703690227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1784153858703690227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1784153858703690227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/11/outfits.html' title='Outfits'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQ2cDtfi4UI/AAAAAAAAA5A/4-pHDRjEhdY/s72-c/sophisticate1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-3847770959109280738</id><published>2008-09-17T20:28:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:40:41.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sackmaaaaaaaaaaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'm bored, sucking on yucky lozenges and full from an equally yucky meal of "1 million rou chor mee" (I think only Parrot understands this, but nvm). So yes, I inspected Sackman, found a few loose strings, and play around with him abit. Cuteness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQ_sIiFkqZI/AAAAAAAAA5I/lm5dmApl01E/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQ_sIiFkqZI/AAAAAAAAA5I/lm5dmApl01E/s320/DSC00854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264686120752687506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Ehehehe Sackman trying to be digital Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to blog about our girl's TGIF at Marina Square... Went to MOF to enjoy abit of belated bday girl Elmo's perks (member gets discount, or so we thought ="= ) Ate happy Macha and soft serve Parfait thingy. Instant cure for headaches and emoness (but it came back awhile later, the headache, that is) I had a normal-ish tempura bento (with yucky green peppers that left an aftertaste when I burp...), and Elmo had some spicy Ramen, and a special looking Ebi Riceball. It's steaming~ Woo~ Too bad I lost the piccys. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, today is Tuesday. Happy day~ *slurps chocolate milk bubbletea*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-3847770959109280738?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3847770959109280738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=3847770959109280738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3847770959109280738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3847770959109280738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/sackmaaaaaaaaaaan-k-im-bored-sucking-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQ_sIiFkqZI/AAAAAAAAA5I/lm5dmApl01E/s72-c/DSC00854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-3796324240547820448</id><published>2008-09-17T20:28:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:35:48.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making of Sackman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nono not the one in Little Big Planet, that's Sackboy. Sackman is made with love and smelly (nah, it's new) socks. And it has a sibling called Teddymon. And Sackman is living in my cosy little corner with Snowy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgXz5jfaI/AAAAAAAAA34/LtA_eOyJU3M/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgXz5jfaI/AAAAAAAAA34/LtA_eOyJU3M/s320/DSC00828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262139914302225826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teddymon 3/4 to completion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgXa8Vc6I/AAAAAAAAA3o/lC1Wswwba6s/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgXa8Vc6I/AAAAAAAAA3o/lC1Wswwba6s/s320/DSC00824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262139907603002274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sackman with little legs.. hehe cuteness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgXseFyFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/lBChTzYUiAM/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgXseFyFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/lBChTzYUiAM/s320/DSC00825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262139912307984466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silent killer... mouthless Sackman. Cos dear was lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgXRPF0BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/omDRKLZlQpA/s1600-h/DSC008302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgXRPF0BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/omDRKLZlQpA/s320/DSC008302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262139904997314578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddymon and Sackman. Ended up being completed by me ="=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgYfqjfSI/AAAAAAAAA4A/-huZFDngDlk/s1600-h/DSC00835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgYfqjfSI/AAAAAAAAA4A/-huZFDngDlk/s320/DSC00835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262139926050471202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sackman and Snowy cosying up in my office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Ain't it a nice long weekend? I recharged my happy Parrot tank too~ So nice. 4 straight days of love. Lala. And we had 2nd month. Niceness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with him on Fri at the Hong Kong Cafe. Tried the Fried Chicken in Prawn Paste. yummy~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to meet him at Redhill on Sat, but as USUAL he overslept, skipped lessons, and I took the loooong loooong ride to Sengkang to visit him and his cute Grandaunt. Saw his "evil" freelance boss. Doesn't look evil. But hey, I look innocent too but I can scratch. Rawr. See? I'm mean but innocent-looking. Hehe. Made Sackman and Teddymon halfway... But I completed Teddymon at home! Muhahaha now it's at Parrot's office absorbing all the radiation from the computer and all the other stuff. And getting dusty too prolly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Monthniversary day~ But we had to go to Minion D's house cos it was SY's surprise bday party. I love surprises you know... *stares meaningfully at Parrot* And I don't like Best Denki, or any kind of Denki shops, and I don't like old cheesy songs unless I happen to be the Hokkien ones I'm immuned to, thanks to Mommy dearest's spammings... Yea nevermind I'm just ranting... After the party (had yummy super delicious and moist Blackforest cake!!!) of sorts, Parrot and I went to try some Japanese food at a Japanese food court of sorts outside the Japanese supermarket Meidi-ya located Japanese-centric Liang Court. Ok ok I went overkill with the Japanese thingy. Can't help it. I'm practically crushing on that place since once long long ago. The food was yummy. See the yumminess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQfJZIQOKMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xUkMjIHb2B0/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQfJZIQOKMI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xUkMjIHb2B0/s320/DSC00826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262396123155146946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I had Ebi Tempura... Should have told them to put my Ebi seperately. But the soup's tasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQfGgAu8cpI/AAAAAAAAA4g/WwT_iez_Erc/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQfGgAu8cpI/AAAAAAAAA4g/WwT_iez_Erc/s320/DSC00827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262392942860726930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot had this really spicy Udon... Reaaaaally spicy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Monday was Deepavali~ Holiday~ What did I do... Er... Oh yea, went to Parrot's house and slacked and added a friendly mouth to Sackman. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is Wednesday, yesterday was Happy but tiring Tuesday. Why tiring? Cos aThena went mad apparently, and gave pRhinna (still as tiny, watching her breaks my heart...) a bloody nose and tail and I swear she injured my precious Mikuru as well... So I had to separate them, watch them for 30 mins, then retire back to bed... 5.30am. In 2 hours time I'll need to wake up and get ready for work... No point sleeping right? So yesterday I met Parrot with a sleepy face. This must be some kind of record. I get to see him 5 days in a row. Lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-3796324240547820448?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3796324240547820448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=3796324240547820448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3796324240547820448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3796324240547820448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-of-sackman-nono-not-one-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SQbgXz5jfaI/AAAAAAAAA34/LtA_eOyJU3M/s72-c/DSC00828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-6136468243341125584</id><published>2008-09-17T20:28:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:11:06.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foodie Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foodie Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm I forgot when I ate some of the foods, but my stomach certainly went on a gastronomical adventure this month... *sniffs at burnt wallet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on the day I took MC, also coincidentally the day after payday *sniggers* I went IMM with Mommy dearest and ate late lunch at the Wan Chai Hongkong Cafe. Bad bad service but yum yum food. Price didn't increase (I think) but the proportion dropped... Ah... Inflation is bad for stomach... Mom had the Yin-yang dessert (almond paste + black sesame)/ Not warm enough and it's almond so I can't eat it *sob* Of course I ordered the Chicken Mushroom Cheese Baked Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qGxhP_-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ffWhun1549o/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qGxhP_-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ffWhun1549o/s320/DSC00813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259898816908230626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom trying to do "latte art" on her dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qHE1rBTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/L1LUVSfe4TE/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qHE1rBTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/L1LUVSfe4TE/s320/DSC00814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259898822094161202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed "Yin-yang art" Er... very abstract... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Parrot once long long ago and we had dinner at Sushi Tei. I really think the branch at Taka is prolly an "Express" branch (you know, cheap versions of the original delicacy but less tasty, served fast food style) cos&lt;br /&gt;1. The food sucks&lt;br /&gt;2. Service sucks&lt;br /&gt;3. Very very small&lt;br /&gt;4. The location was odd. Opposite a taxi stand, loads of "nice car views"&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes, the Otoro was cheap. But guess what? They served Maguro (normal tuna) instead, it's not even a Chutoro (2nd grade tuna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7rlkmLHbI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BAUG44Y2V-s/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7rlkmLHbI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BAUG44Y2V-s/s320/DSC00818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259900445526793650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify the fish. It's really a no brainer trying to differentiate Otoro from normal Tuna no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qHUMQiII/AAAAAAAAA2o/DRqR3FnHaXI/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qHUMQiII/AAAAAAAAA2o/DRqR3FnHaXI/s320/DSC00815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259898826215426178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Oyako-don. Just another normal Donburi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qHjdVSeI/AAAAAAAAA2w/1rk-5fvkfCA/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qHjdVSeI/AAAAAAAAA2w/1rk-5fvkfCA/s320/DSC00816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259898830313572834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot's Tempure Soba set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qIBFe8iI/AAAAAAAAA24/BbpqIqtLYyA/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qIBFe8iI/AAAAAAAAA24/BbpqIqtLYyA/s320/DSC00817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259898838266606114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... Have you seen any Ebi Tempura that's THIS SMALL??? Omg... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Sunday Parrot and I had cake at Secret Recipe. Although the 'Award Winner' was their Marble Cheese Cake, I really felt the 'Royal Chocolate Cake' (2 reasons why I ordered it, Royal and Chocolate) tasted better. Maybe I'm not one for chewy base. Goig to try their Chocolate Strawberry Cake soonish *wallet countdown to self-destruction*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Jaime dropped by, and we talked about loads of stuff, you know, girls talk. Stay out. Muhahahahha. Went to Ikea to do some of her storage shopping. And she tidied my desk! Muhahaha. Ate at Ikea cos their Chicken Wings smells so damn good. Didn't get those in the end, but our dinner ain't half bad. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7rlg4mUrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/y7d_lJHJqNg/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7rlg4mUrI/AAAAAAAAA3I/y7d_lJHJqNg/s320/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259900444530332338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had the Dory Fillet with Cream. I ate finished the veges ok. The cream sauce was damn good. Made us sleepy tho... The Dory tasted weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7rlwG1FHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Op8F_oQHoAo/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7rlwG1FHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Op8F_oQHoAo/s320/DSC00821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259900448616551538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes~~ Hmm~ Thin chewy buttery goodness. I suspect they glazed one side with maple syrup when frying. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7rmIhXGqI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/KsyPu_aJ3Ms/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7rmIhXGqI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/KsyPu_aJ3Ms/s320/DSC00823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259900455170284194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime donated her shelf to me. Nice timing cos I expanded my Kyoto food collection recently... And my table's in a mess... Tho not as messy as a certain bird's... *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ate something else too, but forgot what. But yea no piccys, else I'd definitely remember them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-6136468243341125584?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6136468243341125584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=6136468243341125584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6136468243341125584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6136468243341125584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/foodie-updates_17.html' title='Foodie Updates'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SP7qGxhP_-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/ffWhun1549o/s72-c/DSC00813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-1315840202728653188</id><published>2008-09-17T20:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:38:35.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That random happy feeling died *audience gasp: But it's Tuesday! You're suppose to be happy..?* Right right only on a Tuesday that I can get to see him. Other days can just go *poof* A story with happy ending is a story that hasn't ended, yes? Yea ignore my random quoting and stuff. I'm emoing randomly right now cos it's a Tuesday-without-happiness day. Oh horror. Plus PMS. Plus extreme boredom (when is my anime ever going to get released?). Plus being stuck on budget til gawd knows when (and I still went off to buy a Dorothy Perkins dress - Discount! Comfy! Pretty! Cant help it!!! *sob*). Plus no him for a very very long time. Plus some stuff we can't agree on. Plus my mom back on her "Privacy? What's that?" campaign and start ransacking my stuff. Plus I broke down and there was no one there to pick me up (no one's fault, I lived too far from the nearest source of comfort).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never anyone else's fault right? When I'm mad at something, there's always a logical, natural reason given by others on why I shouldn't be mad or why I am actually at fault. Why can't for once, someone just give in to me and see things from MY point of view? I'm so tired of having to use other people's reason to quell my sadness/frustrations. I don't want to be understanding I just want someone to be understanding towards me for once. Can I be selfish just for once? I know it's wrong to try to change a person, but can a compromise ever be reached? Arg. I'm so tired of this. I want to give up, but if I don't get my way on this I'll never be happy. I even feel this way when I'm not emoing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many smokers on this campus... Everytime I walk to school I increase my chance of contracting lung cancer by 0.05%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many foreigners here... I look around and realise I am in a cabin full of foreigners in 3 out of 7 times a week I board the train. Where did all the locals go? Did they all strike lottery and bought cars or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone so busy and I'm like the only free person in the world or something... I try to be busy, you know, watch anime, surf net, bug people, do work (and puke), draw and stuff... But nothing seems to make me "busy" enough.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [edited away the following parts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want to do now... I mean yea I declared stuff that I'll do and all that, but I feel so lost finding the way to get there. I should be independent and all that. But I still want someone to guide me instead of telling me I'm old enough to be responsible for my own future. Arg. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate happy-go-lucky people. They just take things as they come, don't bother if anyone is hurting because of them or pretend not to notice, change to a silly happy irritating subject when you try to reason or talk about something serious with them. They just think everything will eventually be ok, without having to do anything. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[edited away the following parts]&lt;/span&gt; *bats silly happy-go-lucky people* Now I know why Elmo hates me being happy. I'm annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[edited away the following parts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[edited away the following parts]&lt;/span&gt; Going out with the guys, we chill, talk about funny interesting stuff etc, then someone spoils the mood by talking about codes (or NS, in recent cases), and *poof* I don't feel like pretending to be interested. Sorry, HRH has short attention span. I go out feeling nice and comfy and happy, suddenly phone interrupts, *poof* no more nice and comfy feeling, but I try to pretend I don't bother about it, and pretend I'm still feeling nice and comfy and happy. But it's all pretend ok. PRETEND. LIES. I hate lying, but I don't want to sour anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired... I just want to be selfish. I don't want to think for anyone now. Maybe even ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happy note: Yay OMG Suikoden is going to come out on DS! PSP kiss my ass man. Woot~ Happiness~ Linkie to happie: &lt;a href="http://www.konami.jp/gs/game/genso/tierkreis/index.html"&gt;Suikoden Tierkreis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-1315840202728653188?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1315840202728653188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=1315840202728653188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1315840202728653188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1315840202728653188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-lies.html' title='all the lies'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-9041876309140866640</id><published>2008-09-17T20:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:40:46.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arg! Freaky Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arg! Freaky Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is freaky day. Not freaky as in scary/spooky whatever but freaky as a replacement for some vulgarities I will not utter for now. But before I launch into "Curse this Freaky Day" rant, Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen, I give you what's left of my Kawaii Hambil (my collective term for my little babies, I did not (and failed to) breed a species of hamster + gerbil hybrid) Family :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPLAPFPz2hI/AAAAAAAAA2I/idvIPCmNVpQ/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPLAPFPz2hI/AAAAAAAAA2I/idvIPCmNVpQ/s320/DSC00767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256475080433850898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speedy Gonzola!!! Nah, it's Black Jack (a.k.a Papa Bear as I've decided to call him) getting some much need exercise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPK_-Y7SfJI/AAAAAAAAA1g/jMGzOEsX7-c/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPK_-Y7SfJI/AAAAAAAAA1g/jMGzOEsX7-c/s320/DSC00770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256474793658711186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aThena looking healthier now. Maybe less siblings to food fight with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPK__Lm7h6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/LxBD75knoME/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPK__Lm7h6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/LxBD75knoME/s320/DSC00771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256474807263528866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pRhinna trying out her moves. This little girl finally has more space to stretch her wee lil legs, so maybe giving some (7!!!) away isn't such a bad idea at all... *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPLBqRbQkyI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KP16Nlu0Qf4/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPLBqRbQkyI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/KP16Nlu0Qf4/s320/DSC00768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256476647071191842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikuru!!! Hahah Nope I'll never give my baby girl away. She's been with me through tough emo times man. Love her to bits!!! *kisses Mikuru* No her fur didn't change color, it's the lousy shot taken by my phone... Bwa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPK_-qOCdMI/AAAAAAAAA1o/i3Fl_3ulBaw/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPK_-qOCdMI/AAAAAAAAA1o/i3Fl_3ulBaw/s320/DSC00774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256474798300755138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least our resident Gangsta: Ruru!!! He's guarding the gate recently... as shown in this photo... Kinda like the Gargoyles in Hunchback of Notredame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPK_-ktFeAI/AAAAAAAAA1w/SVb6muKJ1YU/s1600-h/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPK_-ktFeAI/AAAAAAAAA1w/SVb6muKJ1YU/s320/DSC00779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256474796820363266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspecting(?) his messy nest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPK_-gmHP1I/AAAAAAAAA14/-QSr7EhXBQ8/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPK_-gmHP1I/AAAAAAAAA14/-QSr7EhXBQ8/s320/DSC00780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256474795717377874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting for a prey (usually my hand) to pounce on... It's scary cos his tail sticks out and it might break anytime if we're not careful... The daredevil ="=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K enough cuteness. Now the rant begins *rawr* See, when I get to school this morning, it was a B-E-A-Utiful day (it's how most freaky days start off... with lies...) Then I sat on the train, tolerated some irritating poly boys blabbing and the whole macho fake bravado shit (the usual kinda shit, where older boys warn the juniors of the "terrible" things to expect next semester... reminds me eeriely of S.D (rmb him? yea, unfortunately I still do T_T) spouting nonsense about how DS is going to lose to PSP etc etc...). Then I alighted and wonder why am I being pushed around, why is there a cloud of smoke (may they get lung cancer ASAP) in front and it hit me. Oh dang, for the love of anything good, it's first day of school. Ah... crap... So yea, a throng of snails crawl in front of me, it's a pity I can't stomp them dead... Plus I was hungry, the weather became warmer, I was wearing my fave white shirt (which meant sweating would result in some indecent exposure... which I don't like) and I don't like to be stinky. Let's face it, even Princesses sweat yea? Unless they get their sweat glands surgically removed and risk having skin cancer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so when I got to office, I had the urge for Big Breakfast... so poof $ gone. I was suppose to save la!!! *sob* But that's my fault... And yay! Finally can eat with Elmo... *dances around happily* Went to drop off Elmo's books, pity the library cafe (omg, more $ poofing) isn't open. And wth!? The book drop was FULL! What are the librarians doing man... Got time to learn (freakishly sloppy looking) line dance no time to clear book drop... Had to push everything in (I hear books dropping on the floor, but no one was clearing them...) deep inside, so no one can take Elmo's books. But yea minor piss factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back, one of the guys was like "Wah, so formal sia, you going Taekwando ah? Wear belt somemore" Er... ok... Let's see *looks at outfit* I'm basically wearing a baggy white shirt that I got from G2000, a pair of black Zara pants and a red scottish print belt around my shirt... Er... IMO, it's not formal yea? Cos scottish print is like, punk. And for goodness sake, it's just a white blouse and black pants. You want formal you go to Admin office yea? Boss's secretary wears a full SUIT and no one's complaining (ok, they are suppose to be in formal... and our contract did say fomral wear only but er... no one cared) Anyways, it's not the first time this style-deficient colleague commented on what I wear (wa, wear skirt sia, go dating ah? Wow so formal today, got meeting ah?) and yea I don't like being put under a spotlight (his comments are loud, and other colleagues (especially a super busybody loudmouthed one), sometimes students, will do a double take on me (and said loudmouth a*hole would give his own 2-cents worth) because of what I (ultra-super-glam fashion designer wannabe) decided to wear the day before (yes yes, I'm freaky, I decide what I wanna wear to work a day in advance... Hey, I got style ok *throws cluster bombs at puking audience*) But said colleague meant no harm. Just hope his GF doesn't mind his needless comments... Or maybe he should learn more tact in commenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg... *switches mode to analysing self* why am I feeling so pissed off? I mean, the people here are mostly style deficient anyway. And some of them (Pink Fairy mostly) like to make snide comments about my dressing because&lt;br /&gt;1. They don't have style (hey, it's either an in-born talent or you painstakingly flip many many fashion magazine and experiment around). However so, you have my utmost sympathy&lt;br /&gt;2. They can't take my style. Whatever! Just don't cry foul when you see people dressing up like moi in future ok? You have been warned *winks evilly*&lt;br /&gt;3. They are mostly envious I got the guts to wear formal or casual or practically anything I want (that is work-decent-IMO of course).&lt;br /&gt;4. They are envious I can fit into almost anything I want (hey, that takes hardwork and sacrifices, I used to be unable to fit into anything nice too) But this comment only applies to Pink Fairy... who recently gained more weight... oh horror~ Lalala&lt;br /&gt;5. They can't be bothered with dressing up stylishly (applies mostly to said colleague). And this reason gives them absolutely no rights to comment on how I dress. Sitting with style nonchalant people doesn't mean I have to be one. Just as I have maintained my "Studying with guys doesn't mean I have to look like one" mantra painfully for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;6. They think style == loads of moolah wasted. Er... er... I think even the most un-stylish people I know (except above mentioned colleague) spends more on clothes than moi. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I simply cannot stand style deficient people (mostly people whom I think wears crap, on street, to work etc) commenting on what I wear. And also those who blindly follow current trend and disembowel their selves, and simultaneously try to advice me to follow their path to visual K.O. K.O alright, for those poor souls made to stare at you... Amen to them. Also, although I wear casual to work, you don't see me in torn jeans, baggy T-shirts in different shades of neon, or slippers, beach wear, super low cut, low rised, ultra short or scant pieces of fabrics. For now I can't think of anyone that blatantly breaks decent work ethics and soil my Royal eyes with those things but um... yea I can almost picture some people in those materials... er... hahah *erases freakish thoughts* Um, yea said people can stop commenting on what I wear already. You're automatically barred from my "Respectable Stylish Person" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... Finally got that one out... Anyway for those people mentioned in 5 &amp;amp; 6, it's a matter of priorities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah Girl power! Hurrah Style power. Muahahaha ok, I'm back to mad Teddy self... wait... Hahaha I never switched self at all. I think. Whatever~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-9041876309140866640?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/9041876309140866640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=9041876309140866640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/9041876309140866640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/9041876309140866640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/arg-freaky-day.html' title='Arg! Freaky Day!'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SPLAPFPz2hI/AAAAAAAAA2I/idvIPCmNVpQ/s72-c/DSC00767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-331679157304000656</id><published>2008-09-17T20:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:31:01.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy weekend~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy weekend~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of fun this weekend. First up, Elmo and I went pampering our tired selves last Friday (yea, just another excuse to slack off, woohoo~) Went to this massage saloon we signed up for quite awhile back. Was abit skeptical cos it was my first time. But it felt sooooooooo good~ Lala going back there for other treatments we signed up for. After that, we trooped off to eat Waraku at Marina Square, cos I had this discount voucher. But guess what? I thought I lost the voucher, so I searched for it. Finally found it in my notebook, but then OMG CAN'T USE!!! zzz voucher only valid for The Heeren's branch... So crappy. Sorry Elmo... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOnTAuVQY0I/AAAAAAAAA0w/8yzqkIVaX40/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOnTAuVQY0I/AAAAAAAAA0w/8yzqkIVaX40/s320/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253962449695040322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I had this Bacon Cream Udon~ Lala happiness. Elmo ordered Chicken Kaminabe and Hotate &amp;amp; Cheese Cream Udon. Yummy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sat went ECP to cycle with Parrot, Lion and Crys. Gave Lil Piggy away (it was aThena that died, not Lil Piggy... abit relieved, but still sad) to Parrot's friend. Hope he has a better life than getting peed on by pRhinna... Been a long time since I went cycling... Parrot tried to teach me, but I guess I was too noob to be taught anything that needs balancing (except game balancing) *emo* anyway we sat the 2 seater bike, so I had to option of slacking (I didn't! I peddled too! *bats random audience*) So fuuuuuuuuuun~ Let's do that again next time ok? Next time I'll peddle my own bike! *Gets fired up randomly* Hora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOnTA3z0HUI/AAAAAAAAA04/Hveh04BstgQ/s1600-h/IMAG0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOnTA3z0HUI/AAAAAAAAA04/Hveh04BstgQ/s320/IMAG0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253962452239129922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had this for dinner. Yummy BBQ seafood and chicken wings~ Veggie not yummy. As usual... Ehehhehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Parrot's house yesterday cos i was his Granma's birthday. There's cake~! *happy* We also did some kite-flying, cos we bought a kite after cycling at ECP. Too bad I didn't get my bubbles... Boooooooooo *wriggles on floor like a spoilt brat* But it was my first time flying kite... I need more practice!!! Going pro soon! Muhahahaha~ Thankfully I didn't bake under that hot sun... I don't want to apply for a skin whitening session (tho I doubt the saloon offers it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOnTBJ3CNuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/38snKnydXCQ/s1600-h/IMAG0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOnTBJ3CNuI/AAAAAAAAA1A/38snKnydXCQ/s320/IMAG0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253962457084475106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the pretty kite and pretty clouds. So niiiiice~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very eventful deshou? Who says Princess Teddy lives a sedated lifestyle? Hm? I cycle and fly kite, OK!? *glares at pudgy minions*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of minions... I saw my minions last Tuesday~!! Muhahaha! Cos Wednesday was some holiday (Hey I forgot but if it's a holiday I'm happy *grins*), so they have the eve off. They are bald! Muhahahha Peaceful, it's your turn SOON. *evil cackles* We went to Harry's Gastrobar at Suntec. The food is good but service was BAD. Why? Cos the waitress serving us doesn't understand English. And we couldn't get Erdinger during Happy Hour, cos it was "out of stock" but someone managed to get his Erdinger off the tap (supposedly out-of-stock) AFTER Happy Hour. The cheats... Grr... And! There was a cockroach running around. OMG someone should sue them for unhygienic serving conditions... Bwa *goes on Princess mode rampage* Not promoting the food for them cos they didn't do anything about the cockroach even after we reported it. I mean, what happens if HRH gets food poisoning? Hmm!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave 4 baby hamsters on Wed, went to Parrot's house after that... Is an uneventful but happy holiday, so no complains. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwa. It's Monday. I'm grouchy. So sue me. Bleh &gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-331679157304000656?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/331679157304000656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=331679157304000656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/331679157304000656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/331679157304000656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy weekend~'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOnTAuVQY0I/AAAAAAAAA0w/8yzqkIVaX40/s72-c/DSC00764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-622082428399905150</id><published>2008-09-17T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:36:44.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monthinevarsary~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Monthniversary~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd word that Elmo came up with. But still. Happy 1 month~ *hugs Parrot* First off, photo spammage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBQFMSkEfI/AAAAAAAAAzA/YnGUqHBgQJ4/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBQFMSkEfI/AAAAAAAAAzA/YnGUqHBgQJ4/s320/DSC00711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251285215642653170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice night view of Central from the top of  Fort Canning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBQFGvvO3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/hl89dVW1KYw/s1600-h/DSC00714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBQFGvvO3I/AAAAAAAAAzI/hl89dVW1KYw/s320/DSC00714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251285214154406770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers~ He finally gave me the stars (Baby's breath, also known as Starry Sky in Chinese)and flowers he promised long long ago. *happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBQFSuP-II/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GL8caDqvg3M/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBQFSuP-II/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GL8caDqvg3M/s320/DSC00721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251285217369389186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of pretty flowers. Too bad he can't get all in pastel pink =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBQFelFMaI/AAAAAAAAAzY/8uGAj9UHJSc/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBQFelFMaI/AAAAAAAAAzY/8uGAj9UHJSc/s320/DSC00733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251285220552159650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose ring box. Ring on our fingers. Duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to PS to grab dinner (Ramen at Ajisen, not special but still hot and soupy) and then trekked to Fort Canning to cozy up and see the night view and get blasted by the sound pollution coming from the F1 trials.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, although our Monthniversary prolly sounds like any other date, this was super special IMO cos:&lt;br /&gt;1. First time received flowers from a guy. He said I teared, but ... ORLY?&lt;br /&gt;2. First time went to Fort Canning. Yes HRH climbed the dark scary hill in heels no less.&lt;br /&gt;3. First time receiving a ring from a guy that's not my family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specialness~ Sweetness~ Lalala *ignores gloomy envious audience* Go find your own happy. Shoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off quite badly, cos:&lt;br /&gt;1. No him&lt;br /&gt;2. Raining like mad, my jeans was soaked to the thighs&lt;br /&gt;3. My new almost-comfy pretty pink ballet flats died on me&lt;br /&gt;4. I decided for 5 hrs I didn't want to be a girl for obvious reasons&lt;br /&gt;5. I decided Coke was bad for me and banned myself from it&lt;br /&gt;6. I watched anime til I got a splitting headache&lt;br /&gt;7. I didn't want to get sick on a special day like this but I still managed to hit the Top 10 sickest Teddy list&lt;br /&gt;8. No him&lt;br /&gt;9. Still no sign of him&lt;br /&gt;10. Bwa Time flies so frigging slowly down here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is ok, it all got better in the end~ Love him to bits *hugs* Stop cringing silly audience. Go fall in deep mad love and you'll understand. *starts throwing confetti all over* Even my mom said the flowers were nice and didn't give her ritualistic "Young people nowadays like to waste money" speech. Ah~ Bliss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday got spammed by someone's calls. Hahaha... So sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday we went out again. Went back to PS to get my ring in the proper size, and didn't do engravings... Um, IMO engravings are for HeheX couples who need words to remind themselves who their partner is. I don't need that. Hehe. And I also don't know what to put... Nothing sounds special. So just left it blank. Loitered in PS for abit, (no Sangika Coffee &amp;amp; Milk in Daiso, why!?! Dorothy Perkins doesn't have anything nice this season, Why!?!?!) then walked to the National Library. Yes I'm mad. We went to the library for a date. Why not? SG has no where else to go *shrugs* so I was thinking, since I had company, might as well visit the places I never went before. Ehehehe *tries to remember places I haven't been to before* NL was boring, but I managed to nap abit. And he was reading up on Japan!!! *touched* After that we went to Bugis' TCC and had these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBV9cwRFMI/AAAAAAAAAzg/WZRCdbWl7UM/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBV9cwRFMI/AAAAAAAAAzg/WZRCdbWl7UM/s320/DSC00723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251291679693018306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Strawberry Shortcake~ Light fluffy sponge cake with fresh cream and strawberries~ Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBV9pP-k3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/aGsOd7w8elM/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBV9pP-k3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/aGsOd7w8elM/s320/DSC00724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251291683047248754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot's Marble Cheesecake, nice, firm and a well-balanced sweet and sour taste with a chocolate base&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBV9pnnyvI/AAAAAAAAAzw/P_T7sj31Y4s/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBV9pnnyvI/AAAAAAAAAzw/P_T7sj31Y4s/s320/DSC00725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251291683146418930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I forget my all-time fave - Ms Rose Juliet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we took a bus down to CSC. Hm, don't know why, cos he can't buy toys and I usually don't buy toys... But ended up buying one... Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the swing behind CSC until the sky threatened to pour... So we walked (yes, alot of footwork done yesterday, thanks to Jaime's comfy shoes) over to the Central. Wanted to eat at Botan, but don't know why we didn't... Hm oh well. Waraku is still happy food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBufkGfCbI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-SWLj-doL-w/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBufkGfCbI/AAAAAAAAAz4/-SWLj-doL-w/s320/DSC00728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251318654059874738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wazen~ Close up of the yummy seafood seasoned with a light bean paste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBufhosORI/AAAAAAAAA0A/heXe0cb7S1w/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBufhosORI/AAAAAAAAA0A/heXe0cb7S1w/s320/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251318653398038802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumminess. There's fire~ Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBuf7Y7dII/AAAAAAAAA0I/LZkqp2P4pQQ/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBuf7Y7dII/AAAAAAAAA0I/LZkqp2P4pQQ/s320/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251318660311250050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parrot's happy-making Bacon Cream Udon. Niceness, almost regretted not ordering happy food. But it's not like I needed anymore happiness in my life at the moment. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's another Monday today... Boring~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-622082428399905150?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/622082428399905150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=622082428399905150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/622082428399905150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/622082428399905150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-monthinevarsary.html' title='Happy Monthinevarsary~'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SOBQFMSkEfI/AAAAAAAAAzA/YnGUqHBgQJ4/s72-c/DSC00711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7795430472917138443</id><published>2008-09-17T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:42:58.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blazers and jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blazers and jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to work one day greeted by an awful sight. A student was wearing a school blazer paired with *gasp* straight cut jeans. Don't get me wrong, I love the blazer and jacket combo. It's cool, sleek (if you are a size 2 waif), chic and oh-so-modern. If the dress code here was spiffier (I mean trendy, smart casual, instead of T-shirt jeans/stiff collar work shirts. Yea the fashion here works both extremes only. Weirdness), I would have bought blazers of every color (except Brown or Beige. So OLD) and pair them with the skinniest pair of dark wash jeans I can fit into and a pair of high high stilettos. Go sizzle mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration for the look: Kate Moss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkYlReOwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/iMXOfMlXR4Y/s1600-h/k2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkYlReOwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/iMXOfMlXR4Y/s320/k2_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249055739185347330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running an errand never looked cooler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkY3MNX9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/pbkLolUjTcQ/s1600-h/kate_moss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkY3MNX9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/pbkLolUjTcQ/s320/kate_moss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249055743995109330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or sexier. Spice things up with patent/leather  for a date. Show him who's boss. *sniggers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start of with a nice piece, The Boyfriend Blazer, by Kate Moss for Topshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkhFpdy0I/AAAAAAAAAwI/IijS8VEUvuw/s1600-h/Boyfriend-Blazer_e_b531446b815d841fa57ff7ac29559923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkhFpdy0I/AAAAAAAAAwI/IijS8VEUvuw/s320/Boyfriend-Blazer_e_b531446b815d841fa57ff7ac29559923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249055885314870082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love the tapering at the waist. Now seriously, which boyfriend would get a blazer with tapering at the waist? (ok fine, it's made that way, but we need an excuse right?) The name is just an excuse for our guys to get this for us. And help out with the dry-cleaning too. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now obviously, if we don't pair this yummy piece with something appropriate, the Fashion Police will lock us up and throw away the keys. So Princess Teddy randomly picked some other yummy pieces to go along with it. We don't want a lonely blazer now do we, ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkYc8Y8GI/AAAAAAAAAvg/3AReeXgolfw/s1600-h/calvin-klein-rose-stilettos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkYc8Y8GI/AAAAAAAAAvg/3AReeXgolfw/s320/calvin-klein-rose-stilettos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249055736949436514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calvin Klein Rose Stilettos, for a soft feminine look with a bit of bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhnGGewHTI/AAAAAAAAAwY/jmycclLppRo/s1600-h/bootsChoo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhnGGewHTI/AAAAAAAAAwY/jmycclLppRo/s320/bootsChoo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249058720216784178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Or if you want a more femme fatale look, this Black knee-high Jimmy Choo stiletto boots would work... with a pair of hot denims and well-toned pins of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm suppose to find a pair of hot skinnies but I can't. Ok wait. I'm too distracted to. I mean, who can resist this sweet yellow dress (Kate Moss, Top Shop)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkYyzMdMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/UfYuOyLr-Jw/s1600-h/50s-Dress_e_b531446b815d841fa57ff7ac29559923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkYyzMdMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/UfYuOyLr-Jw/s320/50s-Dress_e_b531446b815d841fa57ff7ac29559923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249055742816449730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pair this lovely thing with the blazer and Jimmy Choos, you innocent devil you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, now I'm no longer craving for the blazer and jeans combi. Actually felt like rooting for the Blazer and skinnies only rule (which meant going commando underneath... but ooo hawt), but after looking at this dress, I'm going to go with a sartorial finish. As with anything I do. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhve6cceII/AAAAAAAAAwg/HgoBmuSAiQU/s1600-h/blazer_dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhve6cceII/AAAAAAAAAwg/HgoBmuSAiQU/s320/blazer_dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249067942575634562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the kind of style I like. A little girly, glitzy, tough and kickass. Amazing what different shoes can do to the same outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend Blazer by Kate Moss for Top Shop, &lt;span class="items_name"&gt;Sleeveless Floral Top by Forever 21,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a glam number from Lerre, The Icon Collection in Black (although Ballet Pink can up the girlish feel of this outfit)  from Rickard Shah, Christian Louboutin "Lastic" booties in black leather. Note that you need to be leggy and have a good wax before pulling this off. I think I'll wear black tights with this look. I'm very short, thank you very much *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes taken from &lt;a href="http://shoeaday.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I was looking through Forever 21's site the day before when I found that grey top. Wanted to order online, but figured it's wiser to wait til SG ships it in (which would take forever, and if by then SG doesn't ship this piece in, the price would have fallen and I can still get it without blowing a hole in my wallet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i know I'm suppose to be working... But I'm done with the TV Proj! Hurray! Well, not done done, but done my part done. Just lazy to ask if there's anything else to be done (probably a yes)... Going off to slack more. Ta-ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7795430472917138443?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7795430472917138443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7795430472917138443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7795430472917138443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7795430472917138443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/blazers-and-jeans.html' title='Blazers and jeans'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNhkYlReOwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/iMXOfMlXR4Y/s72-c/k2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7196051189091901403</id><published>2008-09-07T20:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:35:51.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoo~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd time this year I went to the zoo. And it's also the happiest zoo trip I can remember... Hehe. Obviously I went with him. Zoo didn't change much from the last trip (which was only a few months ago) and is as BORING as ever. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I got my prince with me, so it's ok~&lt;/span&gt; Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG8zNZfIGI/AAAAAAAAAto/Y79z5mcBpmM/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG8zNZfIGI/AAAAAAAAAto/Y79z5mcBpmM/s320/DSC00681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247182628819247202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuki and Snowy. My 2 dear handwarmers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the guys went to NS (some pending, but most of the fun ones went already, like Fang and Hao and Chiny *sob*), so before their hair disappeared, we had a full-on BBQ with booze at the chalet. Yes yes I went. But I didn't booze... Cos Fang and the guys said I couldn't. Bwa. Anyway I had alot of half-cooked chicken wings but I'm not complaining, since the rest of the BBQ stuff are quite yummy and I didn't even lift a finger at the chalet. Hey! I'm princess after all. Muahaha~ Went to OCH!!! Woot! Was REALLY scary at first (cos stupid Tranny made a realistic howling sound, and there was a dramatic opening scene, silhoutte of a dilapidated colonial building atop a steep flight of stone steps littered with dead matter, the clouds parting to reveal a sinister moon...), but it became more dangerous than spooky... Not going to say much, best you experience it for yourself... Hehehe. Then Hans took us (Fang, Hao, Gabby and moi) for a spin. Went on a Tranny chase, but lost that lecher halfway, so we went to Seletar Reservoir to chill, then Seletar Airport. Was really tuckered out, but I didn't dare to sleep, so I ended up sleeping with my lights on. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Wished he was there for me to cling on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG8zTzwSrI/AAAAAAAAAtw/tcEIOOIl3NA/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG8zTzwSrI/AAAAAAAAAtw/tcEIOOIl3NA/s320/DSC00652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247182630540036786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spoilbrat and Tranny high on Rock band. Didn't play in the end, cos there were to many unfamiliar faces...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG8znjuGOI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Gq0d9l684H0/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG8znjuGOI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Gq0d9l684H0/s320/DSC00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247182635841493218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kitteh!!! It let me touch its ear~ Happiness... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG8zxflefI/AAAAAAAAAuA/gX8hUsHNbqE/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG8zxflefI/AAAAAAAAAuA/gX8hUsHNbqE/s320/DSC00655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247182638508505586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kitty 2 waiting for food. Thanks to me, a total of 5 cats visited us. Happiness! But Damo was pissed off. I think. Omg gomen! *bows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG80P7Aj3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/ywFi6NW4OVI/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG80P7Aj3I/AAAAAAAAAuI/ywFi6NW4OVI/s320/DSC00656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247182646676590450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View in the morning. Didn't realise we were so near water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG_t0kn7nI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tnUwcR7b74M/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG_t0kn7nI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tnUwcR7b74M/s320/DSC00663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247185834790612594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says "Kindly keep all noise level down after 11pm" Apparently no one brought a Wii before us. The guys Wii-ed til 6am, and only noticed this sign as we're about to leave. Nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG_uIR-9lI/AAAAAAAAAuY/K3iUMGdE8bY/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG_uIR-9lI/AAAAAAAAAuY/K3iUMGdE8bY/s320/DSC00659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247185840081139282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice view~ of god knows where. Seriously I have no idea where we are. How we (Jon and I) got there is also a miracle. Considering both of us are road idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG_uQ8nEcI/AAAAAAAAAug/Nax1npoYxzg/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG_uQ8nEcI/AAAAAAAAAug/Nax1npoYxzg/s320/DSC00660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247185842407412162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to capture a Bali-feel... But I guess I'm still a noob photographer... *emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG_u67n-NI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-9c21BkDt-Q/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG_u67n-NI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-9c21BkDt-Q/s320/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247185853677566162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I like to bully him. Can't help it... There's proof I'm allowed to do so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNHGD2OdmSI/AAAAAAAAAu4/m2xr6e2o3QE/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNHGD2OdmSI/AAAAAAAAAu4/m2xr6e2o3QE/s320/DSC00673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247192810261420322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ehehehehe I love to vandalise him, among other things. Muahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNHGEPak3YI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-WCndt6Lmv8/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNHGEPak3YI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-WCndt6Lmv8/s320/DSC00677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247192817023114626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He had red bean with soft serve. Yummy and sweet. Sugar overload!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNHGENDaOBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/LUZ0ES6bl-I/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNHGENDaOBI/AAAAAAAAAvI/LUZ0ES6bl-I/s320/DSC00683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247192816389077010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macha float. Bitter sweet, my fave flavor, just the way I like my chocolate~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I have 6 more cutie pies? I need to give them away, so I'm trying not to name them or get close to them... I have trouble letting go of anything... Anyway, there are 2 types, gray fur (ala Mikuru), or black stripes (BJ style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNHGEsTp5VI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ffE2IzFBca4/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNHGEsTp5VI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ffE2IzFBca4/s320/DSC00687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247192824778712402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Type 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNHGFD_CUtI/AAAAAAAAAvY/NdDpdQsRPW8/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNHGFD_CUtI/AAAAAAAAAvY/NdDpdQsRPW8/s320/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247192831134683858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Type 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are eating dried corn. That's the only way to keep them still for photo taking. Anyway I took both singlehandedly, so there's alot of blur shots that I won't post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7196051189091901403?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7196051189091901403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7196051189091901403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7196051189091901403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7196051189091901403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/zoo.html' title='Zoo~~'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SNG8zNZfIGI/AAAAAAAAAto/Y79z5mcBpmM/s72-c/DSC00681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8244410833842415519</id><published>2008-09-07T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:56:14.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 oceans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1000 oceans&lt;/span&gt; - Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty streets&lt;br /&gt;I follow every breath into the night&lt;br /&gt;The wind so cold&lt;br /&gt;The sun is frozen&lt;br /&gt;The world has lost its light&lt;br /&gt;I carry your picture deep in me&lt;br /&gt;Back to you over 1000 seas&lt;br /&gt;Back to us&lt;br /&gt;Don´t you lose your trust and your belief&lt;br /&gt;Just trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to go 1000 oceans wide&lt;br /&gt;1000 dark years when time has died&lt;br /&gt;1000 stars are passing by&lt;br /&gt;We have to go 1000 oceans wide&lt;br /&gt;1000 times against an endless tide&lt;br /&gt;We´ll be free to live our life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere (I know somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;We´ll find a little place for you and me&lt;br /&gt;It all turned out a different way&lt;br /&gt;Can´t feel the pulse in our veins&lt;br /&gt;So weak today&lt;br /&gt;We´ll let our heartbeat guide us through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Just trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to go 1000 oceans wide&lt;br /&gt;1000 dark years when time has died&lt;br /&gt;1000 stars are passing by&lt;br /&gt;We have to go 1000 oceans wide&lt;br /&gt;1000 times against an endless tide&lt;br /&gt;We´ll be free to live our life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There´s nothing and no one we´ll miss&lt;br /&gt;And one day we´ll look back with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 oceans wide&lt;br /&gt;1000 endless years have died&lt;br /&gt;1000 oceans wide&lt;br /&gt;1000 stars are passing by&lt;br /&gt;Passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don´t drift away from me&lt;br /&gt;Please don´t drift away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to go 1000 oceans wide&lt;br /&gt;1000 dark years when time has died&lt;br /&gt;1000 stars are passing by&lt;br /&gt;We have to go 1000 oceans wide&lt;br /&gt;1000 times against an endless tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we´ll be free&lt;br /&gt;Please don´t drift away from me&lt;br /&gt;Please don´t drift away from me&lt;br /&gt;1000 oceans wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flv2mp3.com/download.php?1221013239_877738_464112"&gt;Song here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep thinking of him when I hear this song... It's just so moving, eevn nicer in the German version 1000 Meere. OMG Tokio Hotel rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8244410833842415519?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8244410833842415519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8244410833842415519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8244410833842415519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8244410833842415519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/1000-oceans.html' title='1000 oceans'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7239439658684951293</id><published>2008-09-07T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:22:11.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foodie updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foodie updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate alot of good stuff lately... Waistline is expanding... *sob* Doesn't help that this Wed is TEH CHALET before the guys go off and get healthy for 2 years *sniggers* OMG what if I can't fit into the diving suit on Sunday??? *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm anyway, last last Saturday I went out with him and ate yummy Ramen. Even yummier than Tampopo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScQkM3KtI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MdeQHVvGC14/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScQkM3KtI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MdeQHVvGC14/s320/DSC00611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243487674575563474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yummy spicy ramen with melt-in-your-mouth char siew and boiled salted egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Friday went to Aji-tei with him and ate Kaisen Bento. Except the Kaisen Bento isn't as appealing as Botan's... Need to bring him there to eat some day. And Botan killed all my interest for any sort of food. I think... nowadays no appetite. Oh well =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScRKdolJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/GwIgPBl-uP8/s1600-h/DSC00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScRKdolJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/GwIgPBl-uP8/s320/DSC00617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243487684846458002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had an Unagi and egg set. Looks nice and is kinda nice tasting too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScRpBWNVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3_X0bg_kRRk/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScRpBWNVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3_X0bg_kRRk/s320/DSC00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243487693049312594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this macha parfait set. It tastes sweet at first and bitter at the end... Very philosophical, no? Anyway I'm gonna bring him to M.O.F for parfait... Love the milky taste of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sat Elmo and I went to CozyCot's 7th Anniversary Private Launch Party. I kinda expected it to be posh and glam and stuff, cos it's "Holy Grail" and they had a best dressed competition as well as some tai-tai products on exhibit. It turned out to be like some Expo fair for random beauty products. Ok so there is Stila and Shiseldo, Paul&amp;amp;Joe were supposed to be there, but they weren't. Maybe they are just sponsors *inspects gift bag reportedly worth $300* Um, I see NOTHING useful in there, and seriously, spamming brochures doesn't mean the bag would be worth that much... But oh well at least we met this nice lady from Revive, who convinced Elmo and I to try out some of their services (which I will not disclose) for destressing, etc. Seriously felt entering the event was a waste of time. BUT! The venue was a Parkview Square, the Gotham looking building at Bugis. It's really cool, and quoting Elmo "It doesn't feel like part of Singapore" once we stepped in. Oooo-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScSDYbohI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YS4h_7AaNDE/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScSDYbohI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YS4h_7AaNDE/s320/DSC00623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243487700125458962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very palace-y feely... I want this for my balcony... *daydreams a Princess' dream*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSgmjlHOMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8Fczk0ybYg4/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSgmjlHOMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8Fczk0ybYg4/s320/DSC00624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492450412476610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took a photo of Elmo taking a photo of the building here but if I uploaded it she will kill me and then refuse to eat with me... So yea, best not to upload. But if you bribe me I *might* let you take a leettle peeky. But you musn't tell Elmo. OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSgnChyz9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/5i_JnPM_-nI/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSgnChyz9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/5i_JnPM_-nI/s320/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492458720055250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice bird. Ok, I have NO IDEA what bird this is suppose to be, but it's DEFINITELY NOT a parrot (nor is it MY parrot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSgnVKaZgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WTN60EbKk6E/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSgnVKaZgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WTN60EbKk6E/s320/DSC00626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492463722259970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tall and majestic. An out of place building in the midst of short old buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe they deliberately place it here. I mean, if it was right smack in the middle of CBD would anyone notice? Probably not. Anyway it reminds me of a grand ol' Victorian dame. The kind that wore corsets with gold trimmings and lace bonnets and tries to feed you Castor oil if you ever fall sick... in a majestic elegant way of course. No wonder the Victorians keep dying of illness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSgnhCj1dI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6gYfoXEE-HY/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSgnhCj1dI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6gYfoXEE-HY/s320/DSC00631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492466910549458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random statues of Lincoln, Pablo and some dead musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry, I don't have an appreciation of randomly putting bronze statues in a feeble attempt to glorify the place. I like simple stuff. Somehow I think the architect was overdecorating... I've seen enough tarty artworks for this lifetime. SG is too full of meaningless extravagant designs that makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSgnsMn_yI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ypbM0KGZQuI/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSgnsMn_yI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ypbM0KGZQuI/s320/DSC00633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243492469905555234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very Rome. I remember trying to build that in SL. Doesn't look as grand *emo* Let's go Greece Elmo! I wanna see the pretty white buildings sitting next to the breathtaking blue sea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After escaping Elmo's stalker (some random Cheena salesgirl trying to sell some shady dark rings removal product who claimed I was getting wrinkles in future - ok, who wouldn't - and tried to block the exit) We went off to Bugis Junction where I bought a pair of pink (yes PINK, I'll pink you people to death one day, I swear) ballet flats (yes shoes. And yes it hurts, needs seasoning) Did I say flats? Yea flats. I've sworn off buying heels/wedges anything above 1 inch (for now... Until my feet stops wobbling) And of cos we had M.O.F for dinner. Ah the addiction... We even sat next to the window!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScR6hKHMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZMTRJonw0eU/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScR6hKHMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZMTRJonw0eU/s320/DSC00640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243487697746140354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice tea-set. Not so nice tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSjokjuXgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5XnFLJpuxE4/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSjokjuXgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5XnFLJpuxE4/s320/DSC00641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243495783569710594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The moon in my cup!!! Haha nah, is just the really cute hanging lamp above our table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSjpMHUvrI/AAAAAAAAAkI/B1Be6LbU23Q/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSjpMHUvrI/AAAAAAAAAkI/B1Be6LbU23Q/s320/DSC00644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243495794188009138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSjpLasYwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/oKJ5gOBqBXI/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSjpLasYwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/oKJ5gOBqBXI/s320/DSC00645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243495794000814850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had char siew miso ramen. Char siew was hard to chew... I prefer the one I had with him... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We didn't order the coverted Macha Parfait. I had a feeling I would be too full. I was right. Elmo ordered a Potato seafood salad instead. It was cold, but gave a nice warm feeling. Definitely happy food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSjpmqT0xI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gayzsFcHNVU/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSjpmqT0xI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gayzsFcHNVU/s320/DSC00646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243495801314071314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really nice and crispy Salmon cutlet maki~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I went with him to queue for some Spore promo thingy. At Funan no less. Met up with Peaceful and Hammy. Ahhhh miss the guys. Will most prolly turn up for chalet after all. How could I miss it, especially when Hammy glared (yes glared, 180 degree change from good ol' Hammy) at HRH when I mentioned I *might* not turn up. Guess what we got for 2 hours of queuing? Prostreet Xbox306. Wheeness ="= Lucky I turned up to accompany him. Time not wasted after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went on the ritualistic toy shopping at CSC. But he was well-behaved, and didn't buy any toys. I must really think of something to do... Else I will seriously burn that boring building down. I like toys, but I don't wanna go there every week... Did I mention I get bored easily? Where do couples go anyway? I don't wanna choose a random movie and get him bored to death (Make it Happen is seriously boring, only a handful of dance sequence. I rather glue myself to the TV watching 'So you think you can dance?')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this shop selling random cute limited edition super expensive stuff at PS, and I took this from the shop display:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSjp-ahxrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Icudp8QHv0c/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMSjp-ahxrI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Icudp8QHv0c/s320/DSC00647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243495807690327730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Retardly cute (minus worrywart and emo) Elmo with best pal Cookie Monster. He needs a cookie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we trooped back home after a not very healthy dinner, making a random stop at AMK to sell off the XBox 360 games and meet his mom who was working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, after an eventful weekend, suffering from post-happy blues... I really hate Mondays. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss you, my lazy dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7239439658684951293?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7239439658684951293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7239439658684951293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7239439658684951293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7239439658684951293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/foodie-updates.html' title='Foodie updates'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SMScQkM3KtI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MdeQHVvGC14/s72-c/DSC00611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-3516162174123192927</id><published>2008-09-03T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:16:23.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randoming princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Randoming Princess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling random.. cos I'm bored... And I'm supposed to be doing research (which I hate, unless it has to do with something I like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are his hands so big? So nice and squishy. He's so huggable, even his hands. His thumb is as long as my index finger. Wow... I never knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it never empty when he walks me home? There would always be random passers-by and stuff. Is annoying. I. want.him.all.alone.to.myself... I need a sleep bomb, to sedate everyone who dares to hinder Princess Teddy's private moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get pissed off at him? Hm... I don't know. I think I wasted ennough time getting pissed off at random people. Plus I hardly have time to be with him... so yea, getting mad is a waste of time. And it's not like he would lie to me or anything. He never did, never would. Lala~ *prances around happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always raining... And my new shoes (yet another spoilable shoe) started to peel... I wanna find a shoe that would last... and comfortable. And pretty. And I don't mind if it's not high anymore. Cos I'm sick of falling off high shoes. And our heights are just right when I'm not wearing high shoes. K, 1 criteria down, would that make my shoe hunt easier? Tune in the next time shoe #5 causes another leg injury to Princess Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diving next week~ Yay~ So happy and excited. Gonna dive with ubd. And feed sharks!! Haha I'm not feeding myself to the sharks, though I had that intention a few weeks ago... But now.. Muhahaha sharks can eat themselves for all I care. Nothing else can bite me...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt; Except him...&lt;/span&gt; *cough* Might even ride a cable car. Headliner: Princess Teddy attempts to conquer her fear of heights! But obviously I didn't volunteer to send myself up so high... What he wants, Princess Teddy will consider giving *sniggers*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet next week! Muahaha I'm feeling so lazy to go now. It's a wednesday... and there are random people going... Ok ok, so I know you guys booked a bangalow, but... Is there a need to invite every boozers you know? I suddenly don't feel like going... Even Peaceful might not go (no RB)... and chiny's not staying (no one to scare). Spoilsports. Feeling lazy too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I get hit by a sleepybug? I reach home and the first thing I wanna do is curl up on my bed and fall asleep... It's not like I dream of him when I sleep. I want to but I don't. At least I never remembered those bits.. It's always some semi-realistic dream with some random NYP staff in it tormenting the hell out of me... I didn't sleep early so I could get mental torture in-world... Problem is, how did I ever manage to fall asleep when I used to suffer from before-midnight-insomnia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a boring person... I have nothing I like to eat or do or see. I just... eat/see/do whatever is available... there's no where I wanna go too. I'm so boring... Wonder if he feels bored and irritated cos I keep telling him the same thing... The only reason I go out is because someone(never me) has a plan/I have something I need to get... aaaaaaaah I'm the most boring neutral person in the world ="= hm, except when I feel threatened by un-neutral opinions, etc etc... like "let's go eat thai food" or "let's go inside Little India and be friends with the Bangalas." HELL NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I randomed for 2 hours. Obviously I ran around school doing stuff in the process but... It's still trivial... I seriously hate the TV proj... I need a new alternative... I like looking after kiddies... Answering phonecalls seem more interesting than fishing my near empty brain for solutions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-3516162174123192927?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3516162174123192927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=3516162174123192927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3516162174123192927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3516162174123192927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/09/randoming-princess.html' title='randoming princess'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-465847725421700344</id><published>2008-08-31T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:45:10.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fine, so I'm still a little girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being emo nor am I grumbling... It's just.. I don't know, I guess it'll take sometime to get used to have a willing minion, or finally getting what I want. Hm, oh well, I'll get used to it soon anyway. Haha it's crazy not getting used to happiness. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kyaaa love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Wall.e yesterday. Missed some unimportant parts cos I was um.. distracted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Need to get used to being distracted... First time... feels.. not normal but nice...&lt;/span&gt; Arg *brain implodes* I'm sorry I'm a very inexperienced kid ok... ="= don't bother guessing what got me distracted. But anyway, Wall.e was funny. Go catch it. So touching too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to Comex with him. And I quote Peaceful "I'm surprised you actually went there". Hey, I had something I wanted to look at (but I didn't. Hate crowds. Bah, thankfully I've no need for a digital cam. Hey, I'm not a camwhore) But haha I guess K.C and Yan Yan were surprised too. I think K.C refused to believe he was my boyfriend. Whatever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful told me to warn him about my bad shopping habits... He'll know it when it happens. If it happens. I only do that on bad moods or last minute present hunting spree. Muahahha, it's not that bad.. I think... He'll stop me from going haywire anyway &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwa Sunday had to end and Monday has to come slapping me in the face. Stupid Sgcc... $#!#!#@# go script your own bloody mess and leave me and my precious helpers alone. Bwa. Nevermind. Thou shalt not blame innocent kiddies for the faults of foolhardy adults. They'll probably be nice and friendly like the last batch I taught. And Moony will be there. So I'll be fine. Lalalala *assures self* Worse case scenario would be me dumping the teaching to my helpers and running off to find him. Nah can't be that bad... *shakes thoughts away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-465847725421700344?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/465847725421700344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=465847725421700344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/465847725421700344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/465847725421700344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5453380426750446035</id><published>2008-08-26T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:13:30.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No meetings with students.&lt;br /&gt;2. Is my running day. I forget everything and run mindlessly forward. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss running with him on Tuesdays though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can eat with Elmo as late as I want because no one booked my time. Can spam her happy stuff~&lt;br /&gt;4. Tuesday is pink in color. I'm still finding my rose-tinted sunglasses... so everyday is pink&lt;br /&gt;5. I eat dinner with him on Tuesdays. Abit sad I still can't finish my food. All the little kids in Africa that have to go hungry.. if only I can share with them T_T&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to watch people ice skate with him on Tuesday. Got cute kiddies~ *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;7. He walked me home on Tuesday. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He held my hand, so nice. But his hand so big... *stares at stubby fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Can see him on Tuesday, he's hair kinda long already. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gonna take his pic once he cut it. Hayaku go cut your hair!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He made me draw something on Tuesday. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's still going to stay in my book so I can see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He asked on Tuesday. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's like the sweetest thing a guy ever did for me. Thanks dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Shiawase...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5453380426750446035?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5453380426750446035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5453380426750446035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5453380426750446035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5453380426750446035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-tuesday.html' title='Happy tuesday'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5785664300521081506</id><published>2008-08-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:52:05.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos spammage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photos spammage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K sorry for the belated uploads, but recently alot of outings and arrows to dodge. So *cough* in the order of the most recent event that I took photo of.. *drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natsu Matsuri~&lt;br /&gt;Yay~ ubd lent me her Yukata~ *hugs* We became pretty for a day. So nice~ Going to buy me one too. Don't care if the only place I can wear them is at home. Every gal deserves to feel pretty. Lala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb-86qssI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Qn1MBGh5h9w/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb-86qssI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Qn1MBGh5h9w/s320/DSC00574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238491191135875778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty killer slippers. Should have taken the underside to show you guys why I never wore this pretty little thing... It's scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb_voVPhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NexJ-ujQMDI/s1600-h/_DSC0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb_voVPhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NexJ-ujQMDI/s320/_DSC0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238491204749180434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ubd's dad took this for us. Yes I uploaded my pic. That's cos the Yukata made us look nice~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb_wD7HVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/LwprdyyZdnY/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb_wD7HVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/LwprdyyZdnY/s320/DSC00579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238491204864908626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little kiddy~ their yukata so cute~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLcu41ZO9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/GtNEJdefzvM/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLcu41ZO9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/GtNEJdefzvM/s320/DSC00580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238492014673738706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner. Yucky looking sushi. Only the maki was nice... the rest were sour... X_X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLcvB9k1UI/AAAAAAAAAho/siD9vKZGlYE/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLcvB9k1UI/AAAAAAAAAho/siD9vKZGlYE/s320/DSC00582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238492017123972418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okonomiyaki. Squashed but still yummy. Too bad they don't do reheating. We took these photos in the sports hall, waiting for Yunix to perform. The food turned cold cos we weren't allowed to eat there. Such law abiding citizens we are... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLcvQ_ZwoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kpdQRcYVLDQ/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLcvQ_ZwoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kpdQRcYVLDQ/s320/DSC00595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238492021158167170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cute kiddies in their happies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLcvqo6xkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/VYH1-ej8V7A/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLcvqo6xkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/VYH1-ej8V7A/s320/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238492028043183682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiddies dancing hip hop. The three in front super cute. I reckon they are only Primary 1? Haha so brave. I'm not a pedophile. I just like cute stuff. Kids are cute stuff. Silent kids mostly =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLcwLyNSXI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Wp91wzU3YMQ/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLcwLyNSXI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Wp91wzU3YMQ/s320/DSC00602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238492036940515698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yummy (but cold) croquette. Nahnah said she can make better ones. Nah~ teach me~~~ I wanna eat~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLfhK3lqXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mfraZ_pdEf0/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLfhK3lqXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mfraZ_pdEf0/s320/DSC00603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495077531494770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The school at night. Really nice exterior, but the interior needs more improvement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was rather normal (for a person that went there 3 times), and the rain dampened my mood, not to mention the tortures inflicted upon me by ubd's sis from hell... Not going into details, but Princess Teddy has NEVER been this afraid of a brat before. Scrawny one to boot. Saw Yunix's performance. Note, I only went there to see Yunix dance. Obviously I can't do bon odori in Yukata. Got a yoyo an Uchiwa for Elmo. Lost the Uchiwa.. so sad *sniff* Also got a Mask Rider mask for him. Haha cuteness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo outing:&lt;br /&gt;Forgot when we went out. But I remember it was a saturday... As usual, got stinged by  Elmo... Pain... *rubs wound*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLa8RVrG9I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ooeDCKQHhWQ/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLa8RVrG9I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ooeDCKQHhWQ/s320/DSC00375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238490045566622674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely parfait ice cream. Has layers of yummy ice cream goodness, fillings, and cake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLa9JBup0I/AAAAAAAAAgY/snomuWTM0IU/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLa9JBup0I/AAAAAAAAAgY/snomuWTM0IU/s320/DSC00376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238490060515354434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All my happy bundled into a nice little black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLa9dCHTUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ug0B5kFem8s/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLa9dCHTUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ug0B5kFem8s/s320/DSC00377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238490065885678914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Berry ice cream-cake. Niiiiiiiiiiiice~ I also tried the Tiramisu one last friday, that was spectacular~~ I suspect there was cheese in the ice cream... And the bitter coffee dustings compliments the overall taste so well~Love~ *gush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLa9thkinI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tjX6F4gNBzQ/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLa9thkinI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tjX6F4gNBzQ/s320/DSC00378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238490070312585842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elmo's lovely Caramel Ice-cream cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLa-E8kpCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hzqYQJ9eTaw/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLa-E8kpCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hzqYQJ9eTaw/s320/DSC00379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238490076599854114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We went to MOF after walking around... I think Elmo was sick of G2000 after that trip. Can't help it, I really like that shirt. So nice and long and clean looking. This is Elmo's Beef shabu-shabu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb-KZGwzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/U70rSGQee1g/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb-KZGwzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/U70rSGQee1g/s320/DSC00382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238491177573335858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Katsu Toji. Normal tasting only, cos I ate Botan. Muhahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb-r6gLTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/keN3rACZLJQ/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb-r6gLTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/keN3rACZLJQ/s320/DSC00383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238491186571783474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The reason why I signed up for membership. Omg their macha ice-cream was so creamy n nice!!! Going to go back for desserts. Double Love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day outing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the blood trails. This was what the investigators had before the hunt. Suspect the proprietor is involved cos he served food laced with a high amount of cheese and sugar, obviously trying to screw the brains of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLfh4R9qJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/JFGl7K65yhY/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLfh4R9qJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/JFGl7K65yhY/s320/DSC00528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495089721714834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Macha float. Macha not as nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLfiAuoUaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JdTc6-wYqlA/s1600-h/DSC005272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLfiAuoUaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JdTc6-wYqlA/s320/DSC005272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495091989434786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The usual suspects: Hao, Fang and Hans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLfiQCx2EI/AAAAAAAAAig/iq-AYRqooRY/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLfiQCx2EI/AAAAAAAAAig/iq-AYRqooRY/s320/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495096100476994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were V.I.Ps so we had this Flag. If we could, we would have left it at Waraku. Tranny had to bring it back and continue terrorizing us with it... Oh joy ="=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLfiiSpjUI/AAAAAAAAAio/FB7lIjJiI3g/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLfiiSpjUI/AAAAAAAAAio/FB7lIjJiI3g/s320/DSC00518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495100998880578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night scene after fireworks. Super pollution in the already-polluted city. What gives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is prelude to Doomsday. But is ok, cos after work gym, then after gym can see him~ wheeness~ Tuesday is happy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5785664300521081506?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5785664300521081506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5785664300521081506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5785664300521081506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5785664300521081506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/08/photos-spammage.html' title='Photos spammage'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SLLb-86qssI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Qn1MBGh5h9w/s72-c/DSC00574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5892687783319469298</id><published>2008-08-24T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:51:17.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate Mondays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's work... What's new?&lt;br /&gt;2. There are meetings. But the students are nice... so it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've got a deadline to rush. Stupid projects @#@#$$ go script your bloody #$@#%^ game yourself&lt;br /&gt;4. Sundays were so fun with him.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't see him on Mondays. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll grouch him to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's too long til Tuesday.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I wanna see him sooner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It rains heavily on Monday. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss him when it rains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I leave "suspicious looking objects" on the train. Accidentally of cos. Today was Elmo's and my Uchiwa T_T Luckily I never bring the Yoyo balloon&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't play with Ruru, BJ, Mikuru and her kiddies. She has new kiddies. Oh joy. Oh trouble&lt;br /&gt;10. Can't eat breakfast, so I will have to eat early lunch. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss eating early lunch with him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he still ask if I missed him. Haha "depends" is really an honest answer &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload photos when I'm at home and if I remember. Muhaha alot of overdue updates. But don't care~ I'm happy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except on Mondays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5892687783319469298?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5892687783319469298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5892687783319469298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5892687783319469298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5892687783319469298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-mondays.html' title='i hate mondays'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-4085935329172187264</id><published>2008-08-15T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:40:53.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot/winged/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Empress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,&lt;br /&gt;beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home&lt;br /&gt;decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoho~ So true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-4085935329172187264?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4085935329172187264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=4085935329172187264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4085935329172187264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4085935329172187264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/08/empress.html' title='Empress'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-319479596662866470</id><published>2008-08-08T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:08:30.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI: Blood Trails</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CSI Royal Teddy Squad: Blood Trails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definitely one of my most exciting day. Never mind that 19 hours before the excitement, I had my heart broken. OMG I was really glad I went out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I excited? Cos of the fireworks? Nah pish tosh, it can't even compare to what I experienced. Although I admit the Black Knights were cool. OMG I wanna date a pilot, and I will force him to fly me on his fighter jet. Poo, if I wasn't as blind as a bat I would have tried to be a pilot. Then the fireworks are cool too, took some vids, but not clear, and you can hear me and Tranny complaining all the way. Seriously, couples should just get a room instead of smooching in front of deeply traumatised and saddened Teddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initiate CSI Royal Teddy Squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission 1: Trace suspicious blood trails&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks. A TRAIL OF BLOOD. Life doesn't get anymore mysterious than this. Whoo boy *rubs hands gleefully* Even Fang's hyped up. Ok wait, Fang's no longer the old nice and friendly guy. He is still nice and friendly but with alot of spice and spunk. Whee~ So what happened was, 5 of us randomly decided (ok, I decided) to eat at Waraku Pasta. Food so-so... But it's cheesy and happy, so yea, no complains there. So after dinner, we happily trooped along, and stepped on some red spots on the ground. We thought maybe cos it's National Day, some jokers decided to paint the town red literally, so we didn't bother, until it got to the point where the smell was SO STRONG, like rusted iron, that our curiosity piqued, and we decided to follow the trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission 2: Secure the murder weapon&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, the trail led to this security aunty chasing people away from what looked like a... *gasp* murder weapon. Ok ok, I don't think it's a murder, prolly some random gangland fight gone wrong. Just wanna sound drama ok? So the weapon looked like a small silver thing, size of a swiss army knife. Since it doesn't look sharp, we can assume it's a closed Swiss Army knife. There was a newspaper beside it, maybe to cover up a blood puddle... The scene was definitely contaminated with idiotic passer-bys stepping over the blood trails, setting red herrings all over the place. Nevertheless, we are not undetered, and we continued our investigation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission 3: Track location of victim&lt;br /&gt;With this much blood being loss, it's only logical to assume the one running away is the victim. Like my mom said "Who would be so silly to stay there and continue getting stabbed?" So we assumed victim ran to the toilet.... The trail led us back to... The exit opposite Waraku Pasta... KUSO We just left there!?!? Why didn't we notice suspicious people using the exit? Must be yummy cheese overload. Unwilling to be crushed by our lack of alertness, we peered through (don't wanna leave fingerprints on door knobs) the window and found more blood trails going down... And so Royal Teddy perservered and took escalator down to level 2. More blood leading down, and so on we go. For the sake of Justice, Princess Teddy will forget the pain her stupid %$@@# wedge is causing her feet. We reach level 1, and discovered we're on ground zero. The victim probably took a cab home, or had a friend waiting there. There was a small pool of blood at the stand, so our assumption may not be entirely false. We concluded that the victim wasn't as innocent as one can imagine, else he would have gladly gone to the hospital and assisted the coppers. And where were the cops? Ensuring the already-contaminated crime scene doesn't get anymore contaminated of course... How dutiful ="= It's ok, cos they've got Royal Teddy Squad investigating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission 4: Unlock the suspects&lt;br /&gt;Have we failed then, since our "victim" disappeared? No, because we spotted a group of 5 guys dressed in white huddling while walking, one of them clutching an arm. Curious, 4 of the squad guys decided to check them out, leaving Princess Teddy to cover their asses. It turns out that this injured man may be our perpetrator, as he sustained a mysterious wound, that might have been caused in the stabbing (ok ok, slashing) process. And said gang disappeared into the carpark before we could call for backup. Hopefully the coppers get them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting right? So cool, we get to play detective for a day. But most of the stuff are our conjecture. Maybe someone stepped on something sharp, then decided to cause himself more pain by going down the stairs with an injured foot, and the security aunty, being so bored with watching crowds squeezing crowds decided to let her imagination run wild and call in the cops. You never know. Some people tend to think too much. And it isn't necessarily a good thing for them or the people around them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-319479596662866470?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/319479596662866470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=319479596662866470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/319479596662866470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/319479596662866470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/08/csi-blood-trails.html' title='CSI: Blood Trails'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-9215351255465643876</id><published>2008-08-02T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:41:18.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day out with Elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day out with Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy went out with Elmo today~ Whee~ Although we're supposed to watch X-Files, it was canceled cos Teddy didn't wanna spoil her good memories of X-Files *cue X-Files theme song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy went to by some toys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXsUg3VNI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aFzC0m5J-BA/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXsUg3VNI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aFzC0m5J-BA/s320/DSC00512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229971854960579794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess Peach. Got her using the slots machine. Muahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXsR9XgKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fQ6_pemP3To/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXsR9XgKI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fQ6_pemP3To/s320/DSC00508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229971854274822306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pocco of Revoltech Fraulein Series. Been hankering for this one for quite some time. The pose sucks cos despite appearances, Pocco is very very fragile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXsryE_eI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kM-NMJJZIKs/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXsryE_eI/AAAAAAAAAf4/kM-NMJJZIKs/s320/DSC00507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229971861206793698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yotsubaaaaaaaaaa. Without Yotsuba, Danbo has no meaning. Lol, Yay~ I can do loads of poses with this... Except I'm too lazy to. Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXs4Ko2NI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ASO0_aDrFa8/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXs4Ko2NI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ASO0_aDrFa8/s320/DSC00506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229971864531032274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seafood platter. Our dinner. Missed the calamari~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXtkrNZdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/kuu4C0Pf2I4/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXtkrNZdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/kuu4C0Pf2I4/s320/DSC00505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229971876478805458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our starter, pasta and prawn SALAD. Yes HRH eats veggies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring tiring day. Cos Teddy was dragging Elmo and tons of shopping bags around while getting pricked by Elmo's sting... Gonna go sleep, cos tomorrow, me and Minion D will be disembarking on the 1st step towards a peaceful world domination: Visiting Expo Travel Fair. Ohohohohoho~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-9215351255465643876?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/9215351255465643876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=9215351255465643876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/9215351255465643876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/9215351255465643876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-out-with-elmo.html' title='Day out with Elmo'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJSXsUg3VNI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aFzC0m5J-BA/s72-c/DSC00512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5573689444346407217</id><published>2008-07-30T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:42:53.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moar Peekchas2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moar Peekchas 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJBfZaQDiSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WyZLcV9ilZE/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJBfZaQDiSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WyZLcV9ilZE/s320/DSC00498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228784057525176610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Piggy sleeps like Black Jack... Which still scares the hell out of me... I hope the other ones don't follow suit ="=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJBfZ8XqxaI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9iCJZQAGrk8/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJBfZ8XqxaI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9iCJZQAGrk8/s320/DSC00499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228784066683913634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Piggy explores my room... Within the safety of my hands of course... You never know what's lurking under the bed... Prolly a Lizard monster or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJBfaOs85dI/AAAAAAAAAfY/LYd11ImE1Fg/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJBfaOs85dI/AAAAAAAAAfY/LYd11ImE1Fg/s320/DSC00497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228784071605020114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichi, ni, san, sleeping in their nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJBgXNPHXFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/cyfVfejbALs/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJBgXNPHXFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/cyfVfejbALs/s320/DSC00500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228785119183461458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wad I see when I look up. The Great Divider! Feng Shui says it's not good to have great metal object above. Or at least that's what I think it should say. It would explain then, my random split personalities, and the perpetual headaches I have. Note that the Great Divide also seperates the Light from the Dark... And not shown in this pic, is the fact I'm in between 2 air con ventilation. Which explains why even Hell freezes over at my corner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5573689444346407217?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5573689444346407217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5573689444346407217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5573689444346407217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5573689444346407217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/moar-peekchas2.html' title='Moar Peekchas2'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SJBfZaQDiSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/WyZLcV9ilZE/s72-c/DSC00498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5049973901367361410</id><published>2008-07-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:41:25.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moar peekchas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SI32DMIrFXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tsvgpfesZCM/s1600-h/LilPiggy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SI32DMIrFXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tsvgpfesZCM/s200/LilPiggy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228105277104657778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Lil Piggy close up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SI32DNK-fXI/AAAAAAAAAew/pXtIEPb0LAc/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SI32DNK-fXI/AAAAAAAAAew/pXtIEPb0LAc/s200/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228105277382753650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shy fella running, one feisty fella biting me... And Lil Piggy is contemplating if he should take a nose dive to freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SI32D-e4_qI/AAAAAAAAAe4/4amvS8CSq-4/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SI32D-e4_qI/AAAAAAAAAe4/4amvS8CSq-4/s200/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228105290619616930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halp! Lil Piggy wanz to nom uz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SI32E86OP2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/7B0YMjEtahI/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SI32E86OP2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/7B0YMjEtahI/s200/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228105307377254242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-in-1. They are doing some cheerleader's pyramid. Under adult supervision of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5049973901367361410?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5049973901367361410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5049973901367361410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5049973901367361410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5049973901367361410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/moar-peekchas-lil-piggy-close-up-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SI32DMIrFXI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tsvgpfesZCM/s72-c/LilPiggy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-4259398760211304711</id><published>2008-07-26T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T04:12:58.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby Hammies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My baby Hammies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess it's about time I updated on the lil bundle of joys. Mikuru is super protective of them, until now I haven't really touched them.. But one crawled into my palms while I was feeding them... Hehe so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, 9 were born on 12/7/08, only 5 survived, 1 of them grew super fast, it's up and running already when the rest were still rolling about. It's prolly male...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIsDkZGTCqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/MYexUzj7TXw/s1600-h/mikiBJ3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIsDkZGTCqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/MYexUzj7TXw/s200/mikiBJ3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227275716241066658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud parents: Mikuru and Black Jack. Proud Granma: Princess Teddy (not in picture) I always thought Mikuru looked sneaky in this picture... Like she's gonna trip BJ by running the other direction of the wheel or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIrhopYVGtI/AAAAAAAAAeA/DzqoaJ9eYiE/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIrhopYVGtI/AAAAAAAAAeA/DzqoaJ9eYiE/s200/DSC00464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227238405935798994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this last week, approx 1 week old. Abit of fur on them, about 3-4 cm long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIrhpGhgArI/AAAAAAAAAeI/D36y8dlSHYY/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIrhpGhgArI/AAAAAAAAAeI/D36y8dlSHYY/s200/DSC00481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227238413758890674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in their new home. Wonder if they'll suffocate, cos I saw Mikuru sitting on top of them. Prolly feeding time. But so cute~ Very furry now, grew a little bigger but still skinny. Maybe next week they can start feeding on solids. Then Teddy can feed them~ Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIsDjm3xopI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Cn9Q022lQTs/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIsDjm3xopI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Cn9Q022lQTs/s200/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227275702758384274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manage to catch the big one eating and sneaked him out for photo shoot. Calling it Lil Piggy cos it ate alot, hence its size. Also cos Parrot suggested naming one "Xiao Zhu" (little pig). No way am I giving them chinese names though ="=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIsDkcnGXAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/n_2CVgC63wg/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIsDkcnGXAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/n_2CVgC63wg/s200/DSC00485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227275717183953922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to sneak out Lil Piggy's siblings too. One doesn't seem to have any eye slits... Maybe it'll have them in a few days or something. Prolly covered by fur. They are way tinier in comparison. They couldn't get into the food bowl, so I used a tissue, picked them up and dropped them in. First contact! Whoo! Hopefully Mikuru doesn't mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw one drinking from the bottle. So thrilled~ Gah, so excited now. Also kinda guilty cos I keep coming home late, and couldn't watch every itty bitty moments. Mikuru gets annoyed when I sit outside the cage for too long. She also gets annoyed when I came home too late to play with her... *stares at hamster bites on hand* BJ and Ruru however, seemed extremely pleased I stopped bothering about them. Guys... always wanting their own space... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed only 2 of them had Mikuru's silver fur, while the rest has BJ's black stripes. Aw, was hoping for light brown or white. Hehe guess I was just being silly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-4259398760211304711?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4259398760211304711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=4259398760211304711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4259398760211304711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4259398760211304711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-baby-hammies.html' title='My baby Hammies'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIsDkZGTCqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/MYexUzj7TXw/s72-c/mikiBJ3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-4893934150163019426</id><published>2008-07-24T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:31:51.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampopo (cont)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tampopo (cont')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the drool-worthy continuation of our Tampopo night out, pictures kindly sponsored by Hao. Oh yes, Teddy was LOLCatsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSQgsAWbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Nx4wxA3fUQM/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSQgsAWbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Nx4wxA3fUQM/s200/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226799286146062770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Top Grade Black Pig Loin Cutlet that we wanted to order. According to the waiter, it was larger, and more tender than the normal cutlet, and we wantz eet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSQ38r0MI/AAAAAAAAAdg/a2GGD9jNUkY/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSQ38r0MI/AAAAAAAAAdg/a2GGD9jNUkY/s200/DSC00201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226799292390035650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otoro + Sashimi Set B. Love~~~ eet iz nut cheep, but we has money, so we eated fishies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSRCxSMpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rBrzbGHD928/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSRCxSMpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rBrzbGHD928/s200/DSC00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226799295295009426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otoro... Moar fishies plees. Fat juicy fwesh fishies plees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSRfiQAiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rhRcStMLAjY/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSRfiQAiI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rhRcStMLAjY/s200/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226799303016579618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We has octopussy too. Eet tried to eated Teddy's ship. Lookie wud happend, naw Teddy eated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSRrsgLOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/unWPHU_qE2g/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSRrsgLOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/unWPHU_qE2g/s200/DSC00209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226799306280807650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da bill. We eez feeling reech yes? we tawt bill has $200+.  Eez cheeper than expuctashun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... Lolcats time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/27/funny-pictures-colonel-mustard-lead-pipe-study/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1088954" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/funny-pictures-clue-cat-dead.jpg" alt="kitty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, it's Cluedo! Let's play~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/27/funny-pictures-jurassic-park-sequel-haz-lower-budget/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1062055" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/funny-pictures-jurassic-park-hamster.jpg" alt="kitty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that stuff tooooooooooooooooy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/26/funny-pictures-in-living-room-later/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1059686" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/funny-pictures-cat-eats-grass-throws-up-later.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to Booze now, throw up on Tranny later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/21/funny-pictures-how-stupid-u-look/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1037748" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/funny-pictures-red-shoes-cat-stupid.jpg" alt="pet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashunable kitteh. Yes we do nawt like krokz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt; pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-4893934150163019426?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4893934150163019426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=4893934150163019426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4893934150163019426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4893934150163019426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/tampopo-cont.html' title='Tampopo (cont)'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIlSQgsAWbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Nx4wxA3fUQM/s72-c/DSC00197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8057760350358425670</id><published>2008-07-24T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:36:51.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampopooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tampopooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lot of us (me, Hao and Peaceful) were feeling rich, and HRH is feeling blue, so we decided to splurge abit. Or I decided for us we should splurge abit to drive the blues away. Salivate if you must, because some of the foods here are certainly drool-worthy, but the Ramen is definitely over-hyped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirPBWf6QI/AAAAAAAAAcg/H8PT-Z5pPzU/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirPBWf6QI/AAAAAAAAAcg/H8PT-Z5pPzU/s200/DSC00467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226615642112649474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooooooo-toro, the top grade belly of Tuna. Reaaaaaaaally tasty, melt in your mouth cuisine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirPoYhDTI/AAAAAAAAAco/By4AJucQ_ig/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirPoYhDTI/AAAAAAAAAco/By4AJucQ_ig/s200/DSC00468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226615652590095666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Octupos. I wiggled it, hence the blur. Hehe just wanted to show you guys how crazy we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirPhZUoRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/IIi9isNNZfk/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirPhZUoRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/IIi9isNNZfk/s200/DSC00469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226615650714427666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Original Black Pig Shabu Ramen, supposedly the #1 Ramen in Tampopo Maybe the broth was boiled for too long, it dried my mouth and was as salty as MSG itself. The pork's taste and smell were pungent, despite the chilli spammage. This ramen is not good by my standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirQLUATCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/K0gKRfpcPlg/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirQLUATCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/K0gKRfpcPlg/s200/DSC00470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226615661966412834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delicious, super crispy, kind of tender Kurobuta Loin Cutlet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIiuDv79RxI/AAAAAAAAAdI/QUfhUi1jNbc/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIiuDv79RxI/AAAAAAAAAdI/QUfhUi1jNbc/s200/DSC00466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226618746994247442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...made of stress-free Black Pigs. Man, sometimes being a pig is lucky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirQcStSgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JCGTkT1w8gk/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirQcStSgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JCGTkT1w8gk/s200/DSC00471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226615666524375554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we spot an old friend... PCO... (See: a very orange Orange)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIiuD2IUi0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XTvTdXHEJbc/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIiuD2IUi0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XTvTdXHEJbc/s200/DSC00472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226618748656716610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and we had a weird encounter on the way, with someone trying to Cosplay nearly headless ghost. Actually, it was Peaceful, sheltering his precious self from the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more when I finish receiving more drool-inducing, stomach growling pics from Hao. And also a snapshot of our total bill. If a plate of Otoro is $49, how much did you think we spent in total? No prizes for the correct answer... *smirks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8057760350358425670?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8057760350358425670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8057760350358425670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8057760350358425670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8057760350358425670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/tampopooooooo.html' title='Tampopooooooo'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIirPBWf6QI/AAAAAAAAAcg/H8PT-Z5pPzU/s72-c/DSC00467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8064653992439925600</id><published>2008-07-22T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:55:29.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy's emo-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teddy's emo-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you belong to a cave, you should stay there... Because people who don't live in caves have manners, are sort-of civilized, eat politely, close their toilet door when doing business, speak in polite tones, let the elderly or weak pass instead of bulldozing them to the ground, don't pick their noses in public, don't elbow people around, they bathe daily, etc etc. Avid Princess Teddy's fans should know which creatures I speak of. They are seriously not worth getting any trouble over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so pissed again? Well, it's a B-E-A-Utiful rainy day, and HRH wants to fall asleep. So, HRH sleepily trudged in the train in her slippery slippers and aching calfs... and was blocked by a large dirty caveman. So HRH tries to make her way around said boulder, only to be pushed away by another large dirty caveman that was pouncing on a barely there (because of some inconsiderate person's umbrella) seat. HRH almost fell. And what did that caveman do? Stare at HRH at smirked. F**king asshole. Go back to your slimy overcrowded parasite breeding ground, you maggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the-people-who-never-bathed (another species of caveman) came in, and acted like their train was their own um... mudbath or something. See, when people shift away from you, it's not because they want to give you space to fidget about, twisting around, leaning against the pole, generally taking up more space than 1 person belonging to a polite community should. It's because&lt;br /&gt;a.) you seriously stink&lt;br /&gt;b.) you're hitting them with your fidgetting, instead of screaming "Molest", they are giving you the benefit of the doubt, which I doubt you deserve&lt;br /&gt;c.) They wanna get out, and you and you stinkball friends are blocking the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other things I'm angry and sad about, but I'll leave it for another day. I'm still seeking closure from him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8064653992439925600?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8064653992439925600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8064653992439925600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8064653992439925600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8064653992439925600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/teddys-emo-ing.html' title='Teddy&apos;s emo-ing'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-4073990188092712703</id><published>2008-07-20T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:22:37.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay emo cloud begone~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay emo cloud begone~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, HRH is happy today~ Why~? Not telling~ *sticks tongue out* I guess I get contented very easily... Muhahaha the basic reason is because for 3 days in a row, HRH has been eating loads of yummy food~ *pats belly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1: Friday - TCC with Perry&lt;br /&gt;I had the Kahlua Salmon and a Perfect Match Latte.&lt;br /&gt;*Audience's shocked reaction: Whaaaaaaaat? No Rose Juliet?*&lt;br /&gt;Nono, Perfect Match is the hot version of Rose Juliet. Although I prefer Rose Juliet better, Perfect Match is good for days when Teddy feels odd in the tummy. Whee niceness~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINQkstpTzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-l08AMiJBHw/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINQkstpTzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-l08AMiJBHw/s200/DSC00440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225108584088031026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Match &amp;amp; Kahlua Salmon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINQk-MMk8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/USJlMUyvXj4/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINQk-MMk8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/USJlMUyvXj4/s200/DSC00441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225108588779574210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahlua Salmon: Yummy Mash Potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: My Kahlua Salmon was Medium rare. Doubt the bitterness I tasted was because of the slight rawness of the otherwise succulent fish, or maybe it was the Kahlua seasoning that was used. However, do not attempt to taste their "special" coffee sauce. It's an odd mix of cloying sweetness and the coffee's slight bitterness. A very weird combination of flavor, considering the Salmon is also bitter to begin with... But, the mash potato was a lovely warm little thing, served in a generous proportion. I suspect there's a drizzling of cheese added to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2: The Dark Knight Outing&lt;br /&gt;We went to Vivo, and despite Fang's repeated hinting, no, we didn't have Sushi Tei. We had White Dog for lunch, and I had their Chef Specialty Pasta, though the Maria there announced it as "Porrk Pahsta", and a Chocolate Fudge cake. Hey, I couldn't resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINap9mAbuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EU8xtKqqU7M/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINap9mAbuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EU8xtKqqU7M/s200/DSC00442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225119669635018466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Dog Cafe's Chocolate. Owns Cedele's chocolate cake hands down in terms of taste, and moistness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Verdict: The Pasta had a nice sour and spicy flavor, paired with crisp juicy bacon strips, and a strong fragrant whiff of garlic nicely fused in. The chocolate fudge cake? Need I say more? It's so delicious and moist, the fudge had a hint of rum. As if it weren't enough, Fang had Bailey's Coffee.. The alcoholic.. tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINQlOoutXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zQheURv553o/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINQlOoutXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zQheURv553o/s200/DSC00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225108593194218866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chiny emo-ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dark Knight, we went to stone around Vivo,  and then decided to hunt for food. Had dinner at this almost-budget Asian place, that isn't worth mentioning. It's just so... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal. &lt;/span&gt;For those who didnt join us for the movie, you may regret now, cos after dinner, we went to Hao's office to play... ROCKBAND !!! Whoo~ I had no contest over the mic, cos no one wanted to sing. We emo-ed along to Creep, then got high on Pleasure (Pleasure). Completed the bonus songs in one night, OMG we're crazy!!! ubd then came, and showed us what it means to bring the house down. We feared for the drumset... and our feet cos we were chained like workhorses to the pedal, and Miss ubd had to play hard/expert mode most of the time... thankfully she K.Os after 1 verse or 2. Whee~ *dodges flying drumsticks thrown by ubd*I love the guitar~!!! Was trying to play like my beloved 麗, and I moved about abit. Although the rest were pro slackers. Sitting on beanbags playing guitar. OMG!!! Lazy bums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINQlXcNU8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/ATYgM7s8hmg/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINQlXcNU8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/ATYgM7s8hmg/s200/DSC00447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225108595557618626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall decal at Hao's office. Hopefully I can do something like that for my room... Abit tired of sakuras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINik3cFQaI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SFaX6TUehfw/s1600-h/slackersanon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINik3cFQaI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SFaX6TUehfw/s200/slackersanon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225128378176455074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slackers Anonymous. Note how they play the guitar. That's Blasphemy towards my 麗, the God of Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3: Parrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with that bird today. Went to Chinasquare, they have this flea market thingy every Sunday, so I was quite lucky to catch it. I got me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINaqMdbJiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xZFuiA4NUjA/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINaqMdbJiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xZFuiA4NUjA/s200/DSC00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225119673625552418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at it an weep Chiny. Ohohohohoho~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's CUSTOMISABLE!!! I can change her facial expressions and hair! Woot~! Abit hard to fix, but at $5, it's definitely a STEAL. At most I can ask Parrot or my minions to change her look for me. Ohohoho~ Surprisingly, toy-fanatic Parrot didn't get anything for himself. Will the real Parrot please stand up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took a train down to Suntec, but made a detour to Basheer first. Saw some books I should have gotten on the TCC trip, cos I regretted buying the GL Bible. Seriously crappy shit ="= Loitered around Suntec, bought some Dark Knight postcards. So cool~ Tomorrow we're gonna print some of the posters, maybe, considering how I like to flare up cos of some random stuff and then not turn up or something...&lt;br /&gt;We had... WARAKU for dinner~ Whee happiness~ I had my usual, Salmon and Ikura cream and was too full to eat anything else... so no cake or ice-cream or lovely food pictures. But haha, I love Waraku~ Although it wasn't me who decided to eat there. Hehe. After dinner, I suddenly felt brave, and wanted to scale Westin Hotel... by the elevator of course. So I dragged poor Parrot along, took the (fully covered, not full glass as I expected. Poo) elevator... up to 46th story. No HRH ain't that brave to go up to 70th. But it was all hotel rooms, no glass window, so I can't test if I was afraid of this itty-bitty height. Bah, all the lies. I suspect we have to go up to 70th floor for a nice view.. But.. HRH exhausted all her brave points by the time the elevator arrived. We can always scale the Hotel some other day. *stares at minions meaningfully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, scanned 2 of the postcards cos I got distracted by Mommy dearest, and ミクル’s squealings, and BJ's perpetual habit of sleeping upside down and scaring the daylights out of me. Because I'm gonna upload one of the postcards for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINlk-DdsYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QsQE3us8RqA/s1600-h/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINlk-DdsYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QsQE3us8RqA/s200/joker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225131678487130498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* お休み　皆－さん&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-4073990188092712703?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4073990188092712703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=4073990188092712703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4073990188092712703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4073990188092712703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay-emo-cloud-begone.html' title='Yay emo cloud begone~'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SINQkstpTzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-l08AMiJBHw/s72-c/DSC00440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8715000446684146099</id><published>2008-07-17T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:51:30.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit, I'm bored again. Gonna go Lolcatz in a bit... But, because I was bored, I made myself a cup of Mocha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random audience: Oooo you have a coffeemaker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. This place is run by cheap suits. What I did was mix my precious Hot Choc Dark granules (melted of cos) with instant coffee. But obviously I didn't melt the chocs enough, or I didn't get the proportion right. Cos what I got was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIADHb_t8AI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6ZFEkuMzuxQ/s1600-h/failed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIADHb_t8AI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6ZFEkuMzuxQ/s200/failed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224178994058752002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks yucky. Tastes.. horrible... Bleh. Can't believe I finished it. Even Mc's Ice Milo taste better. It had a super bitter aftertaste due to the coffee n natural bitterness of my choc. I'm never wasting precious resources again. I'll leave experimenting to the people at Food Science from now on... *weeps at loss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my office, or rather, my corner in the office. I've got a Bahamut placed there by someone, to either&lt;br /&gt;a.) Scare me&lt;br /&gt;b.) Scare the idiots who tour this place&lt;br /&gt;c.) Scare the students that dare trespass&lt;br /&gt;d.) All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIADHZo_yGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bsHpLomF7eA/s1600-h/cozy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIADHZo_yGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/bsHpLomF7eA/s200/cozy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224178993426581602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I don't own it. Jigoku means hell. And yes, it's hell out there. Which is why I only venture out to&lt;br /&gt;a.) eat my meals&lt;br /&gt;b.) answer nature calls&lt;br /&gt;c.) stalk SPP (no just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;d.) go off for lessons&lt;br /&gt;e.) Avoid O.D/Bee/ the occasional Parrot that flew in&lt;br /&gt;f.) answer summons by the higher beings a.k.a cheap suits or Yunix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's not worth the risk. I never know who I would bump into. Just like during breakfast, I almost had an unwanted being join me and Elmo for our peaceful, cozy and loving meal. Maybe the unwanted being was sick of our lovingness that she went off to stalk some other unsuspecting souls.. Ohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8715000446684146099?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8715000446684146099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8715000446684146099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8715000446684146099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8715000446684146099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SIADHb_t8AI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6ZFEkuMzuxQ/s72-c/failed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8422826420979284635</id><published>2008-07-14T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:57:22.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I did quizzes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not that free, I'm bored. The difference is, free equals nothing to do. I have SOMETHING to do (and please don't tell me you have MORE stuff to do, cos I'm sick of comparing intangible stuff like these), but I don't feel like and can't even begin doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are the no-nonsense, level-headed type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Although you may still believe in love, you have little time for what you see as the traditional trappings of romance - roses, champagne, chocolate, etc. Your straightforward and pragmatic approach to life doesn’t leave a lot of room for illusions, and you are definitely aware that the world in which you live is not perfect. You prefer your relationships built on something more solid than boxes of candy or dinners at expensive restaurants, and you prefer to show affection with heartfelt gestures and honest words about your feelings rather than with some other person's idealization of what romance should be. People are complicated creatures, and you’d much rather try to communicate honestly about your feelings than muddy the waters with the romance game. You're not trying to be something you're not, and that's extremely commendable in the romance game. However, don't forget to consider the needs and desires of your partner. He or she may thrive on an intensely romantic encounter every once in a while, so although you might feel silly hand-feeding each other chocolate-dipped strawberries, your best bet is to put your ego aside for a night. If you simply cannot bear moonlit serenades and poetry, don't forget that you might be able to find another fish like you in the sea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I guess I kinda cringe abit at mushy stuff... But hey, I won't say no to Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Watch out, you could turn into a workaholic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Any employer is lucky to have you working for them - you’re a dedicated professional who gives 100 percent to your job. You show up on time, stay late when necessary, and are always ready to lend a helping hand to any co-worker who needs it. What's more, you have a sense of security that comes from knowing that you are vital to your office or corporation. Your employers know that you'll do whatever is asked of you - and in a timely fashion, too. Just make sure that you take care of yourself as well. You have a tendency to pick up the slack of others and sacrifice your needs and those of your loved ones. A job becomes problematic when it’s more demanding than you want it to be and you lose control over it. If you feel like you're losing your life to your job, go over your life priorities. Learn to say 'no' to tasks you can't complete without serious sacrifices - your employers will understand. So it’s your responsibility to find the right balance between work and family, which can mean juggling a heck of a lot while you figure out how to make it all work. But you can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* Time to exit, stage right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Your Moon is in Cancer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On the day you were born, the Moon was in Cancer. Emotionally, you act as a watery sponge who picks up on the vibrations of everyone you come in contact with, both positively and negatively. You can feel the effects of the aura of any place you work, house you live in, or location you go to visit. It is also true that you are a moody person, since your emotional nature ebbs and flows like the Moon-ruled ocean tides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born emo!!! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah *runs for cover*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are a loyal and devoted person who is not afraid to be held accountable for a responsibility such as commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You're comfortable with commitment without being too much of a stickler about it. You feel that the majority of life is just meant to be taken seriously, and you're the kind of person who can do it. You enjoy your responsibilities and handle them easily. The security that comes with commitment is appealing to you. You don't see the lighter, carefree side of life as conflicting with commitment, which is probably why you don't shy away from saying yes when the occasion calls for it. But just be careful you're not taking life too seriously. Trust your heart, and listen to your gut when a relationship feels too constricting or just right. Take time to be free and spontaneous, and don't fall into a mental or physical rut. We need variety and a bit of spice - that's part of what makes us human! Be sure to come to terms with and love yourself before attempting a commitment with anyone else - otherwise, all your good intentions may backfire. But when it feels right, you trust yourself to commit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll commit myself into raising 1 nutty gerbil, and a cosy family of 7 scary cage breaking hamsters alright... Why 7? Cos ミクル　gave birth to 9 hamsters, 4 went to Heaven, hopefully sleeping cosy and warm up there with the other 9 siblings. Let's hope the rest survive. I saw 1 crawling on its front legs. 頑張って　ね　子供たち!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those as BORED (not free, I would never use this word unless I wanna be showered with a rain of spiked words): &lt;a href="http://astrocenter.astrology.msn.com/msn/HPQuiz.aspx"&gt;Here you go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8422826420979284635?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8422826420979284635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8422826420979284635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8422826420979284635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8422826420979284635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-did-quizzes-no-im-not-that-free-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8921848213063783048</id><published>2008-07-11T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:04:20.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like saying "Mommy, my heart is aching..." but I don't know how to tell her about such things... Me and him seemed very impossible from the start, so in a way I deserved feeling hurt, cos I was told repeatedly to forget him, but I kept giving him chances. But how can you forget someone you gave a piece of your heart to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think it's my fault, cos I flare up easily. But if you like someone, that person is the top priority right? If anything happened, she should be the first you contact right? Or if you wanna watch a movie, she would be the first person you asked to watch with, or just hang out with when you're bored. Or maybe I'm not such a good person to hang out with after all that he needs to squeeze me in his tightly packed night-out-with-friends schedule. I think I'm too demanding, but when I look at the Neko pair, it's normal for them. Ok, maybe that's cos they are official, and we are neither here nor there. Maybe he doesn't like me anyway. I don't know how I'm feeling now either. Everything is hiding under all these hurt and confusion. I'm prolly not important to him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need him to tell me what's going on, or a car wreck. Whichever is easier to get. Right now I wanna hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8921848213063783048?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8921848213063783048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8921848213063783048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8921848213063783048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8921848213063783048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/crying.html' title='Crying'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5603265917406579163</id><published>2008-07-10T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:22:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg I'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Omg I'm bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/30/funny-pictures-i-can-has-som-more/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1043055" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/05/funny-pictures-hamster-wants-more.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes you may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/06/22/funny-pictures-minion-return-wif-cheezburger/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1312422" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/funny-pictures-cat-sends-minion-for-cheeseburger.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preencess Teddee's Kitteh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5603265917406579163?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5603265917406579163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5603265917406579163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5603265917406579163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5603265917406579163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-im-bored.html' title='Omg I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8557615481512409031</id><published>2008-07-09T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:11:31.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cat a day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Lolcats a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna post this motivational pics on days I don't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/07/03/funny-pictures-we-shall-nebur-surrendur/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1391757" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/funny-pictures-leader-cat-gives-orders.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who can't wait: &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;LOLCatz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8557615481512409031?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8557615481512409031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8557615481512409031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8557615481512409031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8557615481512409031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/cat-day.html' title='A Cat a day...'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-9070699050200180406</id><published>2008-07-05T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:21:30.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Thoughts 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's not the 2nd time I'm getting random thoughts, but yea. I'm a very random person. 2 was a number I randomed also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, me and bros went Vivo to catch Hancock. In the end, cos the Q at the bank was too long, we couldn't catch Hancock before dinner, so we watched The Incredible Hulk instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked: How was it?&lt;br /&gt;So I simply said, it's nice, and I cried (especially during the part where Hulk transformed on the bridge, the military starts shooting him, while he runs and tries to save Betty etc etc. Very moving, and I don't know how, I kinda felt like Betty, for some strange strange reason, and tears start coming down. Or maybe I was just releasing tears meant for past occasions. But whatever. Hey, I was trying to communicate. I don't know what kind of reply I expected, but the reply I got was "Hulk ok only wad"... Yay I wasted my braincells trying to communicate with a block of wood YET AGAIN.  My ミクル gives better replies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this being the rare occasion where I can get both my bros out with me, I was so happy, I blew about 50 bucks on them. Not bad, compared to the $80 wasted at Sakae... After the movies, we went to meet our parents and then zipped off to Dempsey Hill for my bros' dinner. Didn't feel like eating, especially not after having Carl's Jr for lunch. Ugh... I still feel sick... *sob* But anyway, I found this really cool place (with it's own cheese room!) at the Hill. It's Jones the Grocer, and they sell PRESTAT chocolates!!! Kyaaaaa But too bad, it's $60 for a tiny box... what to expect, they supply to the Queen herself... One day, Princess Teddy shall order them to supply chocolates to her too. Muhahaha. They also have loads of nice tea, in nice metal cans but I'm not a tea person... I'm a chocolate person. Which was why I bought Hot Choc Dark - 100% real Belgian hot chocolate drink. Yes yes, I'm gonna get fat... *sob* But it's Belgian chocolate! It comes in a nice metal tube! So there! *sticks tongue out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was out yesterday, I had some random thoughts. Hey who doesn't? So anyway, Cos recently, I was talking to Tsuki-san on MSN, tho I seldom talk to her in real life, and I realized I actually get along well with her. As well as Hanny-kun, whom I never talked to until I gave him my MSN. And yea haha, my MSN chat history was flooded by loads of nice websites after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking, if a person could talk to me on MSN, I can get along with him/her. Because MSN is like what, the most basic and simplest form of communication right now. No facial expressions, no holds barred communication. And I could send links and stuff, so the other party and I can continue talking about common topics etc. Or pause for awhile, and continue talking later, or update the other party etc. So simple right? But I don't understand why I need to try so hard talking to him even on MSN. Believe me I tried. But if the other party is not interested, or keeps giving answers that doesn't seem to warrant a reply... I'm at my wits end. And then I think, why do I even want to talk to such a person? It's such a waste of time. I hardly know him cos he doesn't let me, and whatever I try to tell him seems alien to him, and he doesn't even try to accept what I like or do, saying idiotic stuff like "Cosfest is for freaks". If it's a joke, it ain't funny brother. He probably never listened to　紅蓮. I give up. Really give up. I mean, why do I even bother? We don't even have any relations with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s.P.P is better. Lala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"君のことはもう　忘れたはずなのに この胸に止めどなく溢れてく"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-9070699050200180406?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/9070699050200180406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=9070699050200180406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/9070699050200180406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/9070699050200180406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-thoughts-2.html' title='Random Thoughts 2'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-3289997925913970692</id><published>2008-07-03T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:44:43.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100 Qns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;Slacking and emo-ing and being randomly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you ever turn you cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;Drinking cafe latte with Yunix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Eh... recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Okane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;I like walking in the rain. Umbrella doesn't work when there's a storm too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Pillow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;My dress tent blouse and FORMAL pants. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;TopShop Summer Sale. Rofl. I don't get Ai no Tegami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Life is already so complicated ="=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;Kungfu Panda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;My laziness. And my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Himitsu. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Yume no Uta, Koda Kumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Nanami, (self-declared) Princess Teddy, HRH and recently Teddy-san. If there are any others, I don't remember already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say? Who was it from?&lt;br /&gt;"Come back early" - My mom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;12+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... *thinks about s.P.P* yea maybe... *prances around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;No one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEE. I do NOT even eat that stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Hm... Mimi. Haha. He's the nicest guy I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;*checks* Otou-san&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to glue it back. Recycling is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;Someone that takes me for granted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;s.P.P!!! Kyaaa~ *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;... Cream + pink sakura prints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;But I don't hate anyone... Not worth my time... You can gimme a billion bucks to start hating someone though. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying "talk is cheap"?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Actions please, cos words mean nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Oka-san or my lil bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;... Uruha. I wish. Lol Elmo? Juna? Forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Yunix saw me kissing Uruha... in my dreams... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;My spirit rose from my grave to do these 100 qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didn't?&lt;br /&gt;eh... no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;Profile song? Wazzat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;s.P.P muhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;Smiling always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Yume no Uta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Yunix, Elmo, Hanny, s.P.P *gush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Open... I'm not THAT weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;I live by my own rules. Is that a quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;Uruha~~~ Haha I think s.P.P also counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in week?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to talk to a block of wood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11.00pm??&lt;br /&gt;Watching anime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;I have one? Lol I don't think 1 sided counts, but I'm happy enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;Yume no Uta &lt;br /&gt;see translation &gt;&gt; http://nekokurisu.livejournal.com/42038.html#cutid3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, but it's as good as he doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Abit of Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite website?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one in particular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Eh... Weitian (it's joined together!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Tampopo... Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;Lazy. Likes to daydream. Practical... Capricorn-like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;Ha..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;At work T_T And maybe Orchard for shopping? TGIF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;None. Yes shocking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;s.P.P *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. If you've to choose between friend n loves, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Quiz, online shopping, crapping with Yunix and Hanny. See, I so busy. Rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Fuhua Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;Black, Pink and Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;Arrogance. Is my armor against strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;Boring at the moment. Cos no s.P.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep or cry til I sleep. Yes yes the emo Princess Teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;Hanny and Yunix (they are love, non?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;Er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Headache... Caffeine overload. And abit sad cos.. s.P.P just walked in and looked straight past me T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;3.38pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. what kind of person do u think the one who tagged u is??&lt;br /&gt;Read 19 Qns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;Copper brown thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;Listen to sad songs. Then try to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Er... 30+?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you? Girlfriend or friends?&lt;br /&gt;HA?!?! Friends. LOL I'm straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Go Gazecon, kidnap Uruha and ****** (go figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;I seem them always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Owning my label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;It takes loads of hard work. But yea. Possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;Being hugged and loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Death is upon us... SAVE THE PENGUINS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Eternal waiting... that leads to eventual heartbreak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Only if they deserve to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in god?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;My parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;My family. And my future daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;But I'm peaceful!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;Himitsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;My parents won't stop caring. I don't really care if everyone else ignores me. Ok, maybe I care. *Revs up chainsaw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your stead two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;er... I don't know... Give him hell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.HOW DO U FEEL NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Headaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaache T_T I want s.P.P NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-3289997925913970692?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3289997925913970692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=3289997925913970692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3289997925913970692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3289997925913970692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-qns-cos-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-1374890295161845858</id><published>2008-07-03T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:28:19.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged 19 Qns</title><content type='html'>Tagged 19 Qns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Ignore him.. forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Be loved. Or maybe own my very own Label. Yea the latter please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. What will your dream wedding to be like?&lt;br /&gt;White. Snow. Fluffy. Tiara. Him looking lovingly at me and ONLY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. what's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;Long hair... Then... after that it's a blank. But Uruha comes to mind.. =3 Nah, I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that listens and shows he cares. Obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. What is more blessed? Loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know. I don't like waiting. But I never really loved before. If it happens I'll let you know. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;... This always happens...Haha, I'll give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it's not worth getting unhappy over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the question.. My answers aren't fun either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;My own label. A whip in hand most probably. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Kazoku. And my future daughter. Whoever you are,I'm loving you right now too, yea I'm crazy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Yunix: Another lovesick psycho like me. But cuter. And she won't be lovesick for long. Riiiiiight? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;Nahnah: Super nice. Super funny. Super lovely voice. Super miss her alot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. Would you rather be rich and single or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Rich and single any day. But no matter what, I'm gonna have a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Stop my alarm, go back to sleep. Panic cos I'm late. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Love. And handmade cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17. If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;er... er... I'll give up in the end I think. Pick whoever that picked me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18. What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Funny, honest, sincere. Doesn't mind my psychotic randomness and can sit with me silently &lt;&lt; this bit applies to future BF too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19. What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;If  dislike this person, s/he is not my friend already. Rofl. &lt;br /&gt;Liars, bitches(except Gab), leech, busybodies. People who don't know where they stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by: Yunix and Nahnah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to tag:&lt;br /&gt;Elmo!!&lt;br /&gt;Gab!!&lt;br /&gt;Hao!!&lt;br /&gt;Hanny!!&lt;br /&gt;UBD!!&lt;br /&gt;erm erm... wow I got no more friends to tag &gt;D can't tag Yunix already riiiight? LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-1374890295161845858?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1374890295161845858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=1374890295161845858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1374890295161845858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1374890295161845858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-19-qns.html' title='Tagged 19 Qns'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-1682582139076672510</id><published>2008-07-02T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:37:05.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~ Went to the zoo today. It was supposed to be a drawing field trip, but I took more pics than I drew. Cos well, I can't draw as fast. And Shawny didn't draw either (I think), so I'm not the only slacker &gt;P Hehe gonna let the pics do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuN_5fpsAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VSxeitQCbr0/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuN_5fpsAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VSxeitQCbr0/s200/DSC00237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218420722143703042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 elephant statues greeted us. So cute~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuO7L5Vw2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Y42Kbu92fDY/s1600-h/DSC00238+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuO7L5Vw2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Y42Kbu92fDY/s200/DSC00238+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218421740695569250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main entrance. Eva was trying hard to get caught in my cam. Oh well, she made it &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuOBWBm6gI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mugHkd3g07c/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuOBWBm6gI/AAAAAAAAAW8/mugHkd3g07c/s200/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218420746982189570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little pony. Looks kinda forlorn cos no one wanted to take photos with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuOBu-V3vI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GlZvgsx6Bk8/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuOBu-V3vI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GlZvgsx6Bk8/s200/DSC00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218420753679376114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tiger!!!  Hehe it's a very lovely, very expensive stuff toy. Will attempt to kidnap this one next time I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuOCeelDuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SL2MYI6g8o8/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuOCeelDuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SL2MYI6g8o8/s200/DSC00246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218420766431055586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Panda and Mama Panda. Papa Panda probably hasn't return from Hollywood =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuOCg06NdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Od2ynex8s3o/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuOCg06NdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Od2ynex8s3o/s200/DSC00248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218420767061587410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute~~~ According to Mr Cheetah Expert, a.k.a Shawny, this is a Snow Leopard.  No, it's not baby Tai Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuO8ZqXopI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XYpXpcdamz0/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuO8ZqXopI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XYpXpcdamz0/s200/DSC00251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218421761570742930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~! My first Penguin Encounter!!! It's soooo cute~ But doesn't feel nice enough, so I didn't get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuO8ppGGQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vV3da39g0Es/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuO8ppGGQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/vV3da39g0Es/s200/DSC00252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218421765860366594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More penguins... Not as cute or fluffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuO9IhbspI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-iD8e4x0KC0/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuO9IhbspI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-iD8e4x0KC0/s200/DSC00253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218421774149726866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are cute too... Especially if they're staring at you like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGzxEHEm9oI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_RAg_94FLBc/s1600-h/DSC00258+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGzxEHEm9oI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_RAg_94FLBc/s200/DSC00258+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218811121135711874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGzxEXcrZsI/AAAAAAAAAag/hdCcXNgyy1c/s1600-h/DSC00254+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGzxEXcrZsI/AAAAAAAAAag/hdCcXNgyy1c/s200/DSC00254+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218811125531633346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run for you lives~! It's the attack of Puppet Croc Monster!!! Crocs are really scary you know...*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuRv0bmabI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yb8CQ_0YC3Y/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuRv0bmabI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yb8CQ_0YC3Y/s200/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424843953138098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 loving parrots... *shakes other thoughts away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuRwqHzAmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zpwL6unOPPQ/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuRwqHzAmI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zpwL6unOPPQ/s200/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424858365592162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well behaved otters. They posed especially for HRH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGzxDhHTDfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-qxntRShedc/s1600-h/DSC00270+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGzxDhHTDfI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-qxntRShedc/s200/DSC00270+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218811110946442738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva torturing the innocent otters. Yes they are fake, silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuYTbm8yrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rVhvjdJHm5A/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuYTbm8yrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rVhvjdJHm5A/s200/DSC00287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218432052834912946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White tiger basking in the sun. Managed to capture its tail in mid swing. So pretty~ =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuYT4I_WmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KpHjDmIZU20/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuYT4I_WmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KpHjDmIZU20/s200/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218432060493879906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva caught red-handed bullying Shawny. I'm seriously innocent! *bubbletea eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuYT58y-2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/LrcXrREVSpw/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuYT58y-2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/LrcXrREVSpw/s200/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218432060979608418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhinos... Scary too... *shifts away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuYUn8LJQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/j5Qu84tZghs/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuYUn8LJQI/AAAAAAAAAZo/j5Qu84tZghs/s200/DSC00341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218432073325028610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Leopard... So cute and cuddly.. when asleep, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuYU5XkG5I/AAAAAAAAAZw/9zxp50NN4gE/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuYU5XkG5I/AAAAAAAAAZw/9zxp50NN4gE/s200/DSC00377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218432078003313554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENGUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINS!!    The moment I was looking forward to. So cuuuuuuuuuuute~ lol Wanted to grab them as they jumped, but my arms were too short  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight this water show we managed to catch. The manatees were so cute and fat and  cuddly~ And the sea lion was funny and cool. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah I missed my childhood. Unfortunately, the playground was closed, so Shawny didn't get to play. Hehe, let's go again when the playground reopens ok? I saw Merry-go-round. Gonna try that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edited&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-1682582139076672510?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/1682582139076672510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=1682582139076672510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1682582139076672510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/1682582139076672510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/07/zoo.html' title='Zoo~'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SGuN_5fpsAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VSxeitQCbr0/s72-c/DSC00237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-4042827113725158107</id><published>2008-06-24T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:40:02.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some miscellaneous stuff happened over last week so I'm gonna just post my random thoughts, cos I can't rmb what happened exactly. Just that it was purely sadness and more sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edited&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like how you only talk to me when it's CONVENIENT to you. I'm not a hotline operator. You don't just talk to me because I happen to be online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edited&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning events seem fun. Writing business plans seems cool. Gonna write one for my future label: Princess Teddy. I can already picture it so clearly. Woohoo~ happiness. Business, here I come~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend, Ashy(obviously is a name I gave her). At first, I thought she wasn't local. Turns out she was. And a damn fun and open one as well. Coolness. I never relate to strangers that easily before. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a fluffy white wedding, and snow and petals will fall when I enter the room. I'm gonna walk barefooted on the fluffy carpet, wearing a simple white tube gown made of silk. And I'm gonna have a tiara too. Princess after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to WM onee-san last night. She told me to get a guy that I need, not want. So I was thinking, does that mean I have to get a rich guy? Cos I need money? haha... any rich guys out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics to upload today. Will do so when I get home... Or maybe not. Stupid XP Pro died on me. Can't install it. What the %^&amp;amp;* and my KEYBOARD! It had to die!!! Apparently, all the inanimate objects in my room hate Krystoff. Why~?? He's so cool~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edited&gt;Zoo trip~! Lala happiness~ Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super cold, I'm down with flu. Hopefully it ain't serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone. Let's go out again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-4042827113725158107?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4042827113725158107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=4042827113725158107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4042827113725158107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4042827113725158107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7719024304366639340</id><published>2008-06-15T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:07:27.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expensive Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, the price of happiness was $300. (only me and Hanny knows why. Hehe, trade secret). Now, cos of inflation, happiness is now $1320.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's that? Cos I got me a new com~ Finally~ *prances around* Dad's fixing it now, can't wait to run that baby later. Whee~ It even has a name!!! Krystoff! After that bishie evil dude in Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice! Lala~ Happiness. Looks pure, but is a mean killing machine. Muahahaha. Not going to go into the boring specifics. Just know that I can now play Orange Box and all the other games at max settings. Muahahaha. Finally. And it's white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the lessons at LaSalle. Firstly, the teaching style was different. It was a small group, so discussions were carried out smoothly, It's all case-studies, mock scenarios and stuff. Very practical, and helpful. And of course I love the building. Gonna spam pics later. Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then um, yesterday went for dinner with Fang, Hao, and unfortunately, Tranny. At Waraku. So I could actually do comparisons between Botan and Waraku. Lol. Really can't compare. The food is too different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As promised, I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUtIivODtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uEReHGKgrDY/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUtIivODtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uEReHGKgrDY/s200/DSC00185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212121768538279634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spamming pics of LaSalle. Hehe. This was taken on the way to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUuWZTKEdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9qukHuO_fXc/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUuWZTKEdI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9qukHuO_fXc/s200/DSC00186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123106034454994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior of LaSalle. Guess where's my classroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUtJkXoNRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/EfymF_IVoQo/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUtJkXoNRI/AAAAAAAAAWE/EfymF_IVoQo/s200/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212121786156070162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly took this. View of the city from my granma's house. My kind of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUtJM7zsYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fbK9DLEMp8A/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUtJM7zsYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fbK9DLEMp8A/s200/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212121779865366914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarke Quay. Taken after lesson, while waiting for the lads to turn up - sans Damien, the main reason of the outing. Will miss you bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUuWmV1A-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/-sCRbVph430/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUuWmV1A-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/-sCRbVph430/s200/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123109535319010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Sake~!!! Lol, 2 different kinds of Japanese alcohol in 2 days. I'm really turning alcoholic. It's a surprise Fang didn't like Sake... but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUuW5xxjaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/FY_-0d0Y7bE/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUuW5xxjaI/AAAAAAAAAWc/FY_-0d0Y7bE/s200/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123114752806306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potato Mochi Cheese. Very yummy. I had Hotate &amp;amp; Cheese Cream Udon. The scallops was really sweet, juicy and tasty. Cheese and cream??? What more can I say? *floats of to Happy-Land*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUuXqyfFSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0BRLU3UiNUg/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUuXqyfFSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0BRLU3UiNUg/s200/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123127909127458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particle spammage outside The Central. Looks cooler in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUuXBLRMYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fk-AH8iFNio/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUuXBLRMYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fk-AH8iFNio/s200/DSC00193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123116738785666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this outside a Korean mini-mart. My Joon-ki!!! *squeals* Almost looted the poster. But I'm a good girl, so I didn't. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all the interesting things that happened. Tomorrow would be my first teaching gig. Hope it'll be a blast. Gonna teach it Princess Teddy way. Mr Lim will regret ever sabotaging me again. Well, maybe his intention was to cause chaos before his last days... You never know. This order came from a guy who allowed me to take leave for his Wii party...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7719024304366639340?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7719024304366639340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7719024304366639340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7719024304366639340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7719024304366639340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/06/expensive-happiness.html' title='Expensive Happiness'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFUtIivODtI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uEReHGKgrDY/s72-c/DSC00185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-6079714367233847717</id><published>2008-06-13T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:26:45.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Botan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;牡丹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went there with ubd~~ and Donut too. I'm so full right now, so I'll let the pictures do the talking, and you do the mouth-watering. I'll prolly complain tomorrow. Oh wait. I'm not gonna spoil tomorrow~ Cos it's LaSalle~ And Waraku~ Lala~ *happily ignores wallet doing a countdown to self-destruction*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKIRPJuihI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oc9MQVqnzWM/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKIRPJuihI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oc9MQVqnzWM/s200/DSC00156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211377548527569426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The view in the morning. The weather was really nice, thus I took a pic of the view. Maybe cos I was going to dinner with ubd, hence my random happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKIRJSPtmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OUT3QxMMeyc/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKIRJSPtmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/OUT3QxMMeyc/s200/DSC00160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211377546952685154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Botan. Can't believe it's so near China Square...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKIRWpPRJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/leds7u_INkk/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKIRWpPRJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/leds7u_INkk/s200/DSC00161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211377550538785938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice sky. Ok, I'm really just spamming photos cos I finally CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKIRyUl1II/AAAAAAAAAUc/a7d2U-_qMqw/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKIRyUl1II/AAAAAAAAAUc/a7d2U-_qMqw/s200/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211377557968376962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the angles on the building. Altho people doing F1 project might get sick of buildings like these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKISQk6TsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ulfZwMXcEBw/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKISQk6TsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ulfZwMXcEBw/s200/DSC00171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211377566089891522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior of 牡丹。 ubd actually wanted to sit in front of the chef's counter, but I was shy... So we stuck here, and didn't get to watch TV. Oh well, there's always next time. Love the cosy feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKJkDV74GI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JWD7B8OuhlM/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKJkDV74GI/AAAAAAAAAUs/JWD7B8OuhlM/s200/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211378971286691938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Mine has tea leaves floating on it! Yummy~ It's just normal Hot Tea. See how much I anticipated this dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKJkQttaAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zPesqd5R9Wc/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKJkQttaAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/zPesqd5R9Wc/s200/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211378974876067842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oolong Hai. Oolong + shochu. Really nice. Guess who made this order? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKJk82DJkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/upIBbWkhlg4/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKJk82DJkI/AAAAAAAAAU8/upIBbWkhlg4/s200/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211378986722207298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meal. Tempura Sashimi Set. It's soooooo delicious! Nicer than Waraku somehow. But I guess Waraku wasn't traditional, so I can't compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKJlIyZI5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/0w9AS-t61H4/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKJlIyZI5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/0w9AS-t61H4/s200/DSC00176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211378989928096658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sashimi. Fresh and nice and juicy and succulent. All you ever wanted in a Sashimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKMEWErmmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/6c22Q_EHhB8/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKMEWErmmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/6c22Q_EHhB8/s200/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211381725093665378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tempura. Was not that bad, light and crispy, and the dip was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKME2FMZXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7TOJR5R0YxM/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKME2FMZXI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7TOJR5R0YxM/s200/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211381733685749106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My side dish. Egg + eel. OISHII!!! Words can't describe. The only problem I had was the problem I always had with eels. The Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKJlbC3YQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/anVMQUNSU48/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKJlbC3YQI/AAAAAAAAAVM/anVMQUNSU48/s200/DSC00178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211378994829025538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ubd's Kaisen bento. Supposed to be assorted raw fish buried under ebi roe, but she switched all to salmon, and the chef gave her salmon belly. It was DELICIOUS!!! The white and brown paste and yam and peanut paste respectively. You're supposed to mix the 2, and then mix it with the rice. but ubd didn't, so I have no idea how it tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKMEB_I-GI/AAAAAAAAAVU/07qLoDSzjTM/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKMEB_I-GI/AAAAAAAAAVU/07qLoDSzjTM/s200/DSC00179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211381719701715042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donut's Tonkatsu Sashimi Set. The chawanmushi was AWESOME! The stock was very fragrant, the egg had a nice texture, even though there wasn't much ingredient inside. 1 fishcake, 1/4 of a shitake mushroom, a piece of chicken. And the miso soup was tasty! Not your run-of-the-mill diluted swamp water. This was the real deal. There was even Tofu inside! How long has it been since I saw tofu in my soup? Handmade to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKMFfQISxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/oudTp_RAq-Q/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKMFfQISxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/oudTp_RAq-Q/s200/DSC00180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211381744737471250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store front. Authentic Japanese shop. Gonna come back again soon. I even decided what I'm gonna have on my next trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go again~~ Maybe when I get my next pay. I spent about $30? Not sure if the Oolong Hai was included. I also bought a couple of stuff from Body Shop, and I'd like to urge you girls out there to get yourself the Body Scrub. i got mine in strawberry, cos I didn't like the other 2. The minute I used it, the scent triggered my already stimulated happy cells and made me feel happier and relaxed. Plus the scrub was like a nice gentle massage which I needed badly. And after the bath, my skin feels smoother. And I only paid $12.90 for it. I also bought this White Musk Blush that smelt very... um.. romantic? haha, not sure how to describe it. Although I love my Kenzo Woods better, this scent is easy on my nose, lasts long and calms me down. It's not cloyingly sweet (Christian Dior Poison) or expensive smelling (Estee Lauder Dazzling Gold). But it smells elegant, so I can take it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee~ LaSalle tomorrow~ Hope to meet nice people there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-6079714367233847717?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6079714367233847717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=6079714367233847717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6079714367233847717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6079714367233847717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/06/botan.html' title='Botan'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SFKIRPJuihI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oc9MQVqnzWM/s72-c/DSC00156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8128690149660554261</id><published>2008-06-09T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:16:00.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Personality Test Results~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ok don't ask me where I took this test. You'll prolly die laughing.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;span class="majb"&gt;BUILDER&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span class="mind"&gt;director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an executive. You are consistent, reliable, thorough and persevering. You can also be socially charming. So you are good at managing others at home, in your social circles and at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are efficient too. You have high standards and take your duties seriously, focusing carefully on your assignments with sensible and concrete thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat traditional. You like people and are generally comfortable with them. You work hard to build and support your family and social networks. You are very protective of those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You respect schedules, rules and routines. Appropriate behavior is generally important to you. Yet you have a streak of the independent thinker in you. As a result, you have a good balance between conventionality and originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also a good leader. You acquire the perks and status of rank more easily than most. And you handle your possessions gracefully. You also enjoy time alone, pursuing your personal interests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8128690149660554261?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8128690149660554261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8128690149660554261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8128690149660554261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8128690149660554261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-personality-test-results-ok-dont-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-2791576476589295140</id><published>2008-06-08T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:28:13.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasalle is love~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so in love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, before you accuse of Princess Teddy being fickle, I'd like to say that the current object of my affection is LaSalle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with おとうーさん today. So fun. Ok ok, it ain't really that fun, just exciting cos I visited LaSalle~ Whee~ ok, so I know lessons start next weekend, and I didn't go there just to see it obviously. I went there because... *drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to get my com today. So me and dad wiggled our lazy butts down to Sim Lim, scouted around and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get anything. Because. Dad used the money I loaned (or rather, was tricked into loaning) him to fund one of his never-ending projects. So whee. Gotta wait for next pay... *sobs* But anyway, I went to Granma's house FINALLY and saw my lovely cousins. 2 out of 3 greeted me. Only 1 remembered but pretended he didn't see me, but I didn't sense any hostiles around... so phew. Miss Granma so bad. Miss my little cousins too. Guess I'll pay them a visit next weekend since LaSalle is round the corner. I'm serious. I have proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEvb6_1_LWI/AAAAAAAAATk/JaJ514IICOc/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEvb6_1_LWI/AAAAAAAAATk/JaJ514IICOc/s200/DSC00126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209499200600878434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaSalle. I so love the black cuby structure and its angles and the glass element. I didn't take the interior. Plenty of opportunities to do so next weekend. Can't wait~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEvb7LU3GKI/AAAAAAAAATs/HZ2vgYynZiw/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEvb7LU3GKI/AAAAAAAAATs/HZ2vgYynZiw/s200/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209499203683162274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weird door at a foodcourt in Sim Lim. You have to press the handle to enter but to get out, it's an automatic sensor. Really weird and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEvb7tdbqqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nDULsXv2AVg/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEvb7tdbqqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nDULsXv2AVg/s200/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209499212845918882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of LaSalle (the black building with white roofs) from my Granma's house. See? I'm not joking, she really just lives around the corner. Nice view too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEvb71oaFpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/r7CfopveWl0/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEvb71oaFpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/r7CfopveWl0/s200/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209499215039436434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 lovely cousins. They don't remember me but were nice enough to play with me. So cute~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the more observant, I already changed my blog bg. Did it all by myself. Finally found the time to do so... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Teddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-2791576476589295140?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2791576476589295140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=2791576476589295140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/2791576476589295140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/2791576476589295140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/06/lasalle-is-love.html' title='Lasalle is love~'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEvb6_1_LWI/AAAAAAAAATk/JaJ514IICOc/s72-c/DSC00126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8833447552289428690</id><published>2008-06-07T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:44:41.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope we weren't drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's m18 and nope we weren't drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had a great time yesterday, boozing, no slash that, barbecuing with my guys, spending quality time with them before they get shipped off to gawd knows where. Yea, I'm sad now cos I can't hang around them much longer. But yea I had fun with them, and I know the fun won't end even after last night, maybe just less frequent. It was an intimate gathering for my lil' group, in case anyone out there wondered why HRH didn't send invites. And also that's because HRH didn't wanna carry a carton of booze to the party (4 bottles of Erdinger cramped my arms so bad, I think I need to skip work next week. Excuses, excuses*sniggers*). Anyway, I'll let the pics talk for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH2WMv7_I/AAAAAAAAASU/yDvFdjWX5P0/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH2WMv7_I/AAAAAAAAASU/yDvFdjWX5P0/s200/DSC00093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209054918004961266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The booze (and that's not all of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH5nzzjiI/AAAAAAAAASc/O3qFM5J9hXw/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH5nzzjiI/AAAAAAAAASc/O3qFM5J9hXw/s200/DSC00098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209054974271786530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The famed G&amp;amp;T with Lime. There was a slight blueish tint but the camera didn't catch it. Boo. It's a lovely drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH6MninoI/AAAAAAAAASk/4AnMXD7A1yE/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH6MninoI/AAAAAAAAASk/4AnMXD7A1yE/s200/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209054984152456834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;The prawns. They were ALIVE! Hans went down to the fisheries at 5am to get these lovely sweet babies and a WHOLE stingray for us. Talk about extravagant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH6jrlP0I/AAAAAAAAASs/eclUa9dKr7c/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH6jrlP0I/AAAAAAAAASs/eclUa9dKr7c/s200/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209054990343421762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey Goose Vodka, courtesy of Hao. Hehe, apparently there's an alcoholic in everyone, except Chiny maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH6xbQtsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RWNTavXdDD0/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH6xbQtsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RWNTavXdDD0/s200/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209054994033063618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Stingray. Part of it. Without MY sambal paste. *Fumes* Will upload a pic of the whole creature when Hans send the pics to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpMaRZ6HQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fBXhbAOpbkA/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpMaRZ6HQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fBXhbAOpbkA/s200/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209059933239778562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A bunch of guys hanging around the pit doesn't always equal to fast food, it basically means fast disappearing food. Where's my bacon anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpMbQ_dUSI/AAAAAAAAATE/584QlpYMAe8/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpMbQ_dUSI/AAAAAAAAATE/584QlpYMAe8/s200/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209059950308708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nigel and the Yebisu beer. The night is still young baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpMb5q5uxI/AAAAAAAAATM/Pp55_JL6RzQ/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpMb5q5uxI/AAAAAAAAATM/Pp55_JL6RzQ/s200/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209059961228344082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These guys ought to be checked into A.A. They downed a submarine each! Except Hao thankfully, else we would lose a drunk-control member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpMcXmpAqI/AAAAAAAAATU/toEQ4AL_1N0/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpMcXmpAqI/AAAAAAAAATU/toEQ4AL_1N0/s200/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209059969263534754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hao having the first shot of his Grey Goose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpMdT9F0vI/AAAAAAAAATc/FiPmVBvGfRE/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpMdT9F0vI/AAAAAAAAATc/FiPmVBvGfRE/s200/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209059985463825138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The guys gearing up for a submarine, courtesy of bartender-in-the-making, Dapian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I actually went shopping before that, and for reasons that escaped me, I spent like, $120 on clothes alone. Either I'm nuts, or depression is getting into me. And yea, I drank alot last night, but I wasn't drunk. In fact, only Tranny got drunk, which was no surprise. Thankfully, no one lost his virtue last night thanks to him, namely Fang and Peaceful. Rofl. Um, I had Erdinger white &amp;amp; black (and SW also seem to take a liking to the drink too... Do I sense an alcoholic in the making? Uh oh...), Baileys on the rocks and neat, Yebisu beer (courtesy of ubd), a sip of vodka (oh I hate it!), D.O.M infused chicken wings, loads of prawns and sausages, and um, Pringles with satay sauce. Lol. Believe me, it's nice. After that, we played Indian poker and bluff, and the penalties were TORTUROUS, except for the dead drunk Tranny who couldn't feel pain anymore. We had to jump on those "therapeutic" stones and run on them like 3 times? Ouch~! But yea I had like SO  much fun, I forgot that 30 mins before the BBQ I had my already broken heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to really move on. &lt;removed&gt; Anyway, I'll have alot to look forward to next weekend. Lessons at Lasalle! Whoo! Baby steps towards my dream, but it's better than nothing. And last Monday, I had my first drawing lesson. I'm glad Lyn accompanied me (altho she left halfway), but I just lost myself in there and drew and drew and forgot all the hurt I had. I didn't want it to end, cos it's waaaaaaaaaay better than sculpturing (it was fun, but I guess I'm not good with my hands, and there was no pressure, it's just me and the easel). And Peaceful is now working at my place, so it's cool, got more lunch buddies~ Whee~ No, I'm not avoiding the peeps at the cave, it's just for some reason, I can never make it to lunch with them. I'm also enjoying my time with Hanny-san, and I just regretted not knowing him earlier. Think of all the hairdos we could do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ubd! I'm still waiting for you to ask me out! I want Botan! But I guess it'll have to wait til you come back from your trip, cos I'm booked this month. Whoo, the Princess really can get busy. And tomorrow I really need to get that com. It's 2 months overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Go watch Gossip Girl. It's not Sex and the City (no I never liked that, just the clothes) for minors exactly, but I'm stuck on it, like reaaaaaaaaaaaaaal stuck. There's a book somewhere, but you really gotta watch it cos the acting is good, the story was good, the CLOTHES were FABULOUS, I mean, Manhattan! Whoo! I can't wait to actually go there. Yea and the kissing scenes were so moving, not like those lame ones you see on Channel 8. Ok, I'm normally not into such scenes, but I feel moved instead of disgusted like I usually do when I had to look at 2 people sticking their faces together for 2 mins. There was chemistry between the casts, and you feel what each character feel. I actually liked the baddest male character towards the middle of the show. Actually, I always liked the bad guys in most shows I do watch. but anyway. Ha. Go watch it, HRH degrees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a nice chick lit to read now. It's gotta be moving but not cheesy, and wickedly funny, and sweetly romantic but not cliched. Tell me such books existed and I have not already read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Princess Teddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8833447552289428690?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8833447552289428690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8833447552289428690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8833447552289428690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8833447552289428690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/06/nope-we-werent-drunk.html' title='Nope we weren&apos;t drunk'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SEpH2WMv7_I/AAAAAAAAASU/yDvFdjWX5P0/s72-c/DSC00093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-858757389787721745</id><published>2008-05-31T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:35:24.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I wanna go</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Places I wanna go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to ubd today, and she mentioned Botan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ubd says:&lt;br /&gt;if i go out with you haha then might bring you to eat there&lt;br /&gt;ubd says:&lt;br /&gt;the owner is a jap guy from hokkaido i think&lt;br /&gt;ubd says:&lt;br /&gt;very gd food and large proportion for it's price&lt;br /&gt;ubd says:&lt;br /&gt;n there's a tv in there to watch jap tv while you're eating haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drools* Take me take me! *wiggles on chair* abandon Donut and take meeeeeeeee. lol. I'll even post the address up so you won't forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;36 Pekin Street&lt;br /&gt;#01-01 Far East Square &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway other than this place, I wanna go to Sunshine Plaza (Otaku's heaven apparently), 2 board game shops (forgot their names, will update later), and an imaginary world called Lalalove-land where I can sleep and dream of Prince Charming and he won't hurt me but will hold my hand and keep telling me everything will be alright and he'll always be beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bats self* Time to move on. Anyway I tried to distract myself, so I went to watch movie with Dan, Shel and Alv. All, save Alv, changed alot. Cos Dan gone bulkier and has nicer hair (ha, who says NS destroys your hair? Not when you had a mope like Dan did!), Shel lost ALOT of weight and looked like a super nerd that hardly sees daylight because his mug is glued to the screen (which was what happened to him anyway). Alv was just Alv. Tanner than usual, but just as nice. We watched Iron Man. Yes, weeks after the initial hype. But hey, we're busy people. 2 NSMen, 1 addicted gamer and an emo-ing Princess Teddy. Busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, anyway it's not like my life isn't filled with happy stuff. Um lessee... Omedettou to 2 lovey-dovey nekos, and um, omedettou to me for figuring out my coloring (I'm a Warm. Shoot me! My wardrobe is Cool la! *faints*), and er... omedettou to Parrot for finally flying out of this cage. Hope he'll be happy. I guess he will, since he won't be seeing me emo-ing anymore. So, happy happy~! Whee! *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also need to go Sim Lim to get me a new com *wallet implodes* *glooms* right right, I need to stop using the lack of a workable com as an excuse now... *emo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-858757389787721745?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/858757389787721745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=858757389787721745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/858757389787721745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/858757389787721745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/05/places-i-wanna-go.html' title='Places I wanna go'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-3268948566244964548</id><published>2008-05-27T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:56:11.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She just wants to be loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, emo-ing aside, I supposedly had a nice weekend. I mean, what's not fun about bbq-ing with colleagues and (thankfully) friends, and going to Streetfest the next day watching naroc Cos-ers displaying themselves for all to see? Ok ok, that weekend wasn't particularly enjoyable cos&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate crowds. It existed in both locations&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate strangers. Again they were there.&lt;br /&gt;3. He was never there. Near but far kind of logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least someone was happy~ Lol, is a good thing anyway, made my day just like that. Gonna upload some pics. Obviously without me in it. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFKJSadPI/AAAAAAAAARM/K9RnNT783BU/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFKJSadPI/AAAAAAAAARM/K9RnNT783BU/s200/DSC00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205252047415964914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;The drinks... Saturday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFKZSadQI/AAAAAAAAARU/CoDfNDK0vm0/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFKZSadQI/AAAAAAAAARU/CoDfNDK0vm0/s200/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205252051710932226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;The food... Don't ask me how it tasted, I didn't have mood to eat anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFKpSadRI/AAAAAAAAARc/g6bONPkbWrQ/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFKpSadRI/AAAAAAAAARc/g6bONPkbWrQ/s200/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205252056005899538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;The booze (some of it. In case you were wondering, I had Bourbon Coke and Pina Colada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFK5SadSI/AAAAAAAAARk/5DdK_4sIbK4/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFK5SadSI/AAAAAAAAARk/5DdK_4sIbK4/s200/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205252060300866850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mouse-chan and my Pina Colada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFLJSadTI/AAAAAAAAARs/AhXa2ECxhHE/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFLJSadTI/AAAAAAAAARs/AhXa2ECxhHE/s200/DSC00064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205252064595834162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;What I had for lunch on Sunday. We went to Ichiban Boshi. Way better than Sakae, but Waraku still owns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzHoZSadUI/AAAAAAAAAR0/UXTxobdrwPU/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzHoZSadUI/AAAAAAAAAR0/UXTxobdrwPU/s200/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205254766130263362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My drink, nice Peach something or other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzHpJSadVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BNEmtm-nBrs/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzHpJSadVI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BNEmtm-nBrs/s200/DSC00066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205254779015165266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one wants to hug her... Prolly too scary looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzHpZSadWI/AAAAAAAAASE/tHvNiS2rd_Y/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzHpZSadWI/AAAAAAAAASE/tHvNiS2rd_Y/s200/DSC00068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205254783310132578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diru cos-ers... Nice costumes, but face needs more improvement =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzHppSadXI/AAAAAAAAASM/eXa0A07ivYk/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzHppSadXI/AAAAAAAAASM/eXa0A07ivYk/s200/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205254787605099890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old babes dancing. You go aunties! They are way more entertaining than naroc Cos-ers anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I took MC, and some odd stuff happened around midnight and left me stoning (thankfully ubd and Fang were there to un-stone me). Woke up and realised what happened wasn't a nightmare and wondered why this ssame shit keeps happening to me. I prolly keep meeting the wrong guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-3268948566244964548?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3268948566244964548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=3268948566244964548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3268948566244964548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3268948566244964548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-little-girl.html' title='That little girl'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDzFKJSadPI/AAAAAAAAARM/K9RnNT783BU/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7217326459389045477</id><published>2008-05-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:32:03.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm kinda lazy right now, and I'm getting sleepy so this will be a quick one. And I'm not even gonna mention a certain flamboyant bird in this post, besides the fact that he didn't even turn up for my graduation. Which was yesterday. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random squeaky voice: Oh, congratulations. Had a blast eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. *bats random squeaky voice* Firstly, there was this video, starring a cropped me behaving like a spoilt brat. Although no one dared to mention it, so it's alright, I can still survive. Hehe. Yea, then there was a loooooooooong scary queue of people marching up the stage *screams "I see SLIPPERS! ALL THE LIES!"* Then it was my turn, and some dude was hugging the guest-of-honor, and I was stunned (who wouldn't?) so I tripped, and sprained my foot abit. But no one cared so I limped on stage, got my cert (actually, an empty folder), forced a smile for the camera and then limped back to my seat (like waaaaaaaaaaaay up the auditorium). You expect me to have an after-party right? Nope. The guys abandoned me and left, but anyway, we're watching Indi Jones tomorrow, so everything is a'ight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today, same as usual, a boring day. But I get to sit in some presentations, and act bossy and stuff (nah, I didn't. I'm too nice *cough*) and then nothing happened (meaning I get teased as usual for stuff that doesn't concern me). Hey, all I wanna say is "If ya don't have the guts, don't even think about the impossible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics off my (new) phone. Yes yes, I finally got me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDWQM5SadLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/K3ktQfOQfO0/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDWQM5SadLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/K3ktQfOQfO0/s200/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203223495707358386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Suzuki~ Love his face, looks like me during crunch time &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDWQN5SadMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/y2E6jjmbvFk/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDWQN5SadMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/y2E6jjmbvFk/s200/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203223512887227586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Abit dark, but that's BJ. No his not dead, he's sleeping, this human-like hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDWQPJSadNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7XNd2tGsirQ/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDWQPJSadNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/7XNd2tGsirQ/s200/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203223534362064082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ミクルonly ever climbs onto my palm willingly. Do I smell like food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDWQPpSadOI/AAAAAAAAARE/lr--3aqHT50/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDWQPpSadOI/AAAAAAAAARE/lr--3aqHT50/s200/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203223542951998690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ルルsleeping. The blurriness was cos I didn't wanna lift up the cage cover, lest he pounces on my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=11739945&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7217326459389045477?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7217326459389045477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7217326459389045477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7217326459389045477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7217326459389045477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SDWQM5SadLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/K3ktQfOQfO0/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-15940248708813067</id><published>2008-05-16T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:08:05.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*forces smile* See? Smilling my mega-watt smile now. Nothing happened, and nothing will ever happen. No matter what I want to happen, it won't happen cos it takes 2 hands to clap. What am I talking about? Search me. Why am I waiting for him? I don't know. I should move on, cos he ain't my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I still like him. Guess it's hard to let go. And I don't want this to end. Don't let it end. Please. Don't abandon me, I'm not a box, I'm a human that will hold your hand and climb those steps with you&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-15940248708813067?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/15940248708813067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=15940248708813067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/15940248708813067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/15940248708813067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-happy.html' title='Im HAPPY!'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-710497241533725562</id><published>2008-05-12T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:49:12.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was never meant to be happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was never meant to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm one of those types that can never attain happiness. Maybe I never tried. Or perhaps everything around me is happening in such a negative manner that I lost hope in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is leaving. The guys are going NS and Jaime is going, Mr Lim is going, Parrot is going, the ones that are staying doesn't make any difference in my life (some worsen my experience). It's going to be so lonely. And then, I'm prolly gonna go away to study, so I'll be leaving. By then, Ruru and Mikuru and BJ would have left me in sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how Rei left. Just like how the 9 newborns left me. And it's all my fault. Even Shredder... Death by water, Death by Princess Teddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that made me happy just leaves like that... I rather they never appeared and I never knew happiness. And then the saddest thing is, among those that are leaving, that glimmer of happiness also left... That hope I was longing for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-710497241533725562?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/710497241533725562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=710497241533725562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/710497241533725562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/710497241533725562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-never-meant-to-be-happy.html' title='I was never meant to be happy'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-3640872035058534952</id><published>2008-05-11T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:10:04.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can live my life without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I can live my life without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy that I kinda like nowadays, but due to present circumstances, I don't wanna get into any kind of relationship, even though this time round, the possibility is slightly higher than say, with Fang (that is 0% by the way). Yea I'm very 'optimistic' in such stuff, and it also helps that I'm a very very passive person. So I won't go looking for trouble unless trouble comes looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea anyway, said guy isn't as good looking as Mivi, nor does he tower above Fang, or play guitar as kick-ass as　麗, but he is very nice to me. Not the polite kind of nice, but slightly more intimate (in my opinion anyway). Maybe he treats every girl nicely, I don't know, but I feel happy with him, although I always appear listless (bored-every-silent-second syndrome). I'm thinking maybe he treats newly acquainted people this nice, cos nowadays, the 'spark' is gone, and I've been left thinking "Was I being played?" But then again, I never expected anything anyway. Not when I can't afford to expect anything (more on this later) anymore. I'm suffocating in work (mainly cos of the numerous breaks I don't know how to refuse), and my best friends are leaving (for NS damn it), and my parents have very weird sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I can't get into any relationship now is because I lost faith in the existence of super loyal will-wait-for-you-til-the-sea-dries-up kinda guy. And also because I'm not that kinda girl either, so I won't expect from others what I can't do myself (see? I'm such a fair Princess). Anyway. I intend to hold-off all my own plans (dreams, love, pursuit of happiness, etc), until I finish this painful plan. This painful plan involves me confined in a cold little cage swamped with thorns everywhere I turn for about 6 long years. Well anyway, hopefully it isn't as bad as it sounds. I'm lying to myself everyday, so please don't come and tell me how bad I will suffer, and how stupid my decision is because I have no choice. I'm not that spoilt girl who gave up her place in a Direct Masters to go some unknown place for 6 months, nor am I that guy with supportive parents that are willing to shell out a bomb for his further education. Nor am I a happy-go-lucky person who spends his next paycheck on games and then complain broke later. I have my own reasons (one of that includes having to send 2 bros to U, and others I won't even mention anymore). From this point on, my happiness will cease to exist, and I can only live in my dreams until that promised day comes. Which is why I've been saying I don't want to chase a painful dream. But it is the dream that keeps me alive, and if I were more emo, the pain I feel is prove that I still have dreams (unlike most zombies at my workplace...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my parents... are expecting too much of me. Firstly they treat me like a teenager and I concede, because technically, I'm still 19. Anyway, most teenagers have waaaaaaaaaay more freedom than moi, and I already am used to it. Even when I'm working 9-6 now, yea it's ok, I don't really mind not being able to stay out late. But when you add in the duties of the (sole) working member of the family and the constraints of a teenager that wants to have fun, you get some ironic full-blown stress factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, cos I can take that crap. I'm Princess Teddy　だから。And good stuff do happen in my life. Like that guy for instance. I don't need a happily ever after with him, and even if he's playing with me, I was happy after all. And today, ミクル gave birth! I don't know how many hamsters I have now cos I can't check, but I pray every single one survives, although it'll be hard on ミクル. Saw her nursing the pups. So cute, the way she cradled her babies to feed them. then BJ was being busy carrying the pups up to the nest he built for them. But ミクル is an independent girl, so she carried them back down to her own nest. Mama power go! And today's Mother's Day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Mother dearest, I baked a cake. And in the process, I forgot she doesn't eat cheesecake. Nevermind, more for me *sniggers*Can't help it, cos the only cake recipes available to me was those in a CHEESEcake book. My desktop died, and Julio was being abused by my bro... *strokes battled screen*, so I can't find recipes online... But it smelt sooo nice~ Although now it's cooling in the fridge (the recipe called for it. 6 hours to go before I can eat it... *sob*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find happiness everyday as often as I can. Sometimes, I think being random can mask unhappiness. And hopefully one day I can successfully lie to myself, I happy after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, if, despite warnings, you insist on watch Speed Racer, bring Panadol. It crazily colorful and nonsensical, I don't know how I was convinced to watch it. The acting was horrible, the visual effects was actually to hide alot of shoddy works, I only enjoyed the camera effects during the race. Actually, just go there to blind yourself silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-3640872035058534952?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/3640872035058534952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=3640872035058534952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3640872035058534952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/3640872035058534952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-can-live-my-life-without-you.html' title='I can live my life without you'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-2372497449258760400</id><published>2008-04-20T03:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T04:47:43.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another long update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another long update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What a week! Ok, firstly let's start off with um... Thursday. Yea, Interesting day-of-the-week #1.&lt;br /&gt;It was finally KTV day, and although Neighbor went, he was in a rather odd mood (later discovered he was sick...). And anyway, Lyn went along as well. For those who knows Lyn, this probably doesn't come as a shock. Like, super enthu social butterfly. In a good way of course.  That girl is forever cheerful that way. Which brings a nicer angle to my life... Anyway, the KTV was a blast. Pity that place didn't have a good repertoire of English and Japanese songs (no I wasn't expecting Gazette, but they didn't even have Ayumi... the horror), so I didn't sing much (of course I sang for this very happy random Chinese song and One Night in Beijing). I only sang when Lyn needed someone to accompany her for her (what else?) Stefanie Sun's song. Realized there are hidden talents in the cave. Parrot was so noisy, randomly singing songs, but not as noisy as um... haha, think only Lyn and I find it noisy, so I wouldn't bother spelling it out, since you never know who's reading... (I discovered the identity of ubd and I'm still shocked, mind you ;D) Eva was also fun, can't really imagine a prim and proper looking girl like her would go KTV. That place was cool, technology-wise. Like smoke, disco lights (that gives seizures), etc. But don't eat the Suki-yaki. It's horrible... Hm, but I guess must thank Igny and Parrot for being the buffer between Teddy and Neighbor &gt;D Wish I didn't have to leave so early... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Interesting day-of-the-week #2, Friday. It's the first time I went for a lesson as a non-student. I'm not a lecturer, just a helper (I wasn't exactly needed, just went for the thrill of it) The kids were cool, one of them even called me "Lao Shi" (means teacher in chinese, see, I'm not that bad after all). I realized I only notice my juniors after working. More lunch buddies. Haha. Which would come in useful when Chiny and gang leave on 31st May. Parrot would be leaving then too, not sure if it's a good or bad thing. But still. Almost went drinking with Parrot and Lion, but my neck itched as if reminding me of last weekend's horrific episode. And I missed my hamsters and ルル。ミクル is pregnant. I think. Intuition, so don't ask how I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was interesting day-of-the-week #3. Had a toy-outing with some peeps from the cave, Eva and Jaime. Was suppose to meet at Chinatown MRT at 4pm, but because of someone *stares at Lion*, Parrot, Lion and I were late. Oh yes, Lion is called Lion because of that Courtesy Lion tee. It's a sad way to remember someone by but... I'm a rather sadistic person... Before that, Parrot and I went guitar hunting again (cos Wednesday we went, but the shops closed... sadly... T_T). Bought a guitar. Left it with Jaime. So no pics. And I missed it badly. But it's white, and uber expensive T_T And the cover is uber itchy. Should have left Parrot carry it for me all the way... Muahaha. Maybe I should drag my minions out next time I decide to do some more heavy-duty shopping... Hehe... Parrot didn't get his amp =/ Fast forward to meeting Jaime and Eva at China Square. Bought Danbo of 四葉, 梨花 of ひぐらしのなく&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;頃に *smirks at Chiny* and a cupboard (don't ask, it's a random purchase and I still feel kinda cheated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAsrp0oB41I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vuyHtQgWZOc/s1600-h/danbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAsrp0oB41I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vuyHtQgWZOc/s200/danbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191290992975799122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Danbo: Gimme caaaaaaaaaaaake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAsrqEoB42I/AAAAAAAAAQc/zltYTv3fkBQ/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAsrqEoB42I/AAAAAAAAAQc/zltYTv3fkBQ/s200/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191290997270766434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I took this with flash, so the lamp seems dimmed, but it's really bright and will definitely light up my corner in The Cave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAsrqEoB43I/AAAAAAAAAQk/NH7_orS2egM/s1600-h/PICT0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAsrqEoB43I/AAAAAAAAAQk/NH7_orS2egM/s200/PICT0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191290997270766450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rika. Chiny you want it? *sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Made new friends (sadly I forgot their names, though one of them was a vegetarian I considered feeding bak kwa to...), and saw Ponytail there. Such a coincidence. Don't know why I pretended not to see him... Oh well. After that, we went to have dinner at some street in Chinatown. Eva was like a tourist, snapping at everything remotely interesting looking. Can't wait to see what comics she come up with using those pics. I had Century Egg porridge which was really really yummy. But, why does one feel warm when eating porridge? Anyway, we went off to watch movie at Cineleisure, but Forbidden Kingdom was showing kinda late, so Jaime and I abandoned Parrot and his friends. But all of us went to Bakerzin, and I had some really cool sorbets: Mango, Scarlet (Strawberry+alcohol) and Opera (chocolate)m and a very nice and refreshing Lychee Mint Iceblend, recommended by one of my juniors working there. Cute guy &gt;D Sadly, dad's phone call trashed my mood... So I kinda spaced out most of the time there... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wonder how old do I have to be in order to stay out really really late. I mean, there's no fun going home early, you miss out all the good stuff, and all the precious time you get to hang out with other people. It's not like I don't wanna go back, but dad's being really loopy and scolding me brainless and all that nonsense for things I never did. Simple things like housework gets him all so flared up. Why can't people make life easier for themselves by seeing only the things they want to, doing what they want to instead of getting angry because other people are not doing their job? And I don't remember housework being MY job only. I just don't understand why simple crap like that can agitate people. I wonder if I should just move out and be happy. Or maybe keep spacing out and shutting out all the horrible things being said to me. Firstly, I'm not brainless. If I was, I'd be sold off to China, or wherever. Secondly, I'm not the kind to bother about simple things in life. If it doesn't kill, leave it alone. Life has too many bothersome things that only the senseless would try to solve every single problem. Thirdly, I'm bloody tired. For strange reasons, I've been spacing out, at work, outside, at home. Maybe it's the side effects of the medicines, or maybe the working environment ate my braincells. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad stuff aside, Mom bought a bungalow for my hamsters. Initially I wanted to let ルル have it, but I guess since ミクル might be pregnant, that cage can house many many hamsters. Whee~ my dream is coming true~ Lala, don't have to give any of them away~ Happiness~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAsrpkoB40I/AAAAAAAAAQM/vZ3jnbUAV6A/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAsrpkoB40I/AAAAAAAAAQM/vZ3jnbUAV6A/s200/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191290988680831810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hamster's mansion. Comes with all sorts of bits and pieces, there's even a sofa &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-2372497449258760400?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/2372497449258760400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=2372497449258760400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/2372497449258760400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/2372497449258760400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-long-update.html' title='Another long update'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAsrp0oB41I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vuyHtQgWZOc/s72-c/danbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5974114266355081422</id><published>2008-04-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:58:33.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not for me, but the students... So... a couple of thoughts came into my brain while I was trudging along the walkway school-wards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There goes my peaceful morning", and it doesn't have to do with train crowds or the fact that the train stalled a couple of times, no that's normal now. It's the throngs of people slowly marching along, aiming to reach 9am classes at 9.09am by inching as painfully slowly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gawd I'm sleepy". And this is after I drank my first cuppa in 4 days. A record. Caffeine doesn't work on me anymore. So much for being sensitive to chemicals... Or maybe, I'm still drugged from the cocktail of medicines I've been given...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My gawd there are poodleheads..." why is that horrible hair still rampant? Oh gosh, I need to start a fashion police here soon. Or maybe set up a poochie grooming class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Skirt lengths..." As usual, the flabby sports shorter skirts than ever. Don't know if it's the new batch, or the old girls wanted to up their ante more cos they figured they'll leave soon, so they need to leave a catastrophe in their wake or something. Oh dear, my eyes, they burn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The students look older...", Not that I'm unhappy with that. In fact, no one thought I was staff, but I thought some students were staff... Gosh what are they teaching youngsters nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today's 16..." And 16 means some random ESPN thingy... So... Omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5974114266355081422?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5974114266355081422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5974114266355081422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5974114266355081422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5974114266355081422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-starts.html' title='School starts...'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-9064056946858638198</id><published>2008-04-12T05:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:35:33.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamster fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hamster fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Forgot to introduce the latest addition to my family: Black Jack the striped Sapphire. Pardon my lousy camera. I hate flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAClTluUmiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JOqMxIAb3zE/s1600-h/Meet_BlackJack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAClTluUmiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JOqMxIAb3zE/s200/Meet_BlackJack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188328526693308962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Black Jack. He is not a roach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAClT1uUmjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7JXz_TbYcQs/s1600-h/miki_BJ1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAClT1uUmjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7JXz_TbYcQs/s200/miki_BJ1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188328530988276274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAClUFuUmkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EaKWIAj8mjs/s1600-h/miki_BJ2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAClUFuUmkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/EaKWIAj8mjs/s200/miki_BJ2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188328535283243586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAClUVuUmlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sx-3GKK9ddI/s1600-h/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAClUVuUmlI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sx-3GKK9ddI/s200/PICT0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188328539578210898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BJ and ミクル. The last photo, I accidentally on flash... Bwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They are so cute together~ Tho ミクル always squeals when BJ attempts to clean her... It's sleepless nights for me in the beginning because I thought BJ was trying to eat her. Apparently not. ミクル is such a princess *rolls eyes* But they are so cute~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I went out with Fang and the rest. To Timbre! Lol shocked? And I drank too~ Whee~ Not gonna upload pics of me in my drunken stupor (as if I got drunk) But I had the thinnest and cheesiest pizzas (it's not even the 4 Cheese), shared an Erdinger, had a (disgusting) Charlie and the Chocolate Factory martini, sipped a Chivas, Strawberry Margarita, Tequila Sunrise and Lychee Martini. All on my first step to Alcoholics Anonymous. Haha, no I'm not addicted yet. In fact, after today, I'm not gonna drink as much. No I didn't get a hangover. I'm having a major rash, and a slight fever. Boohoo. At this rate, I probably can't go watch Hans performance... Bwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I get sick til Monday, i'll just get MC. Muahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-9064056946858638198?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/9064056946858638198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=9064056946858638198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/9064056946858638198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/9064056946858638198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/04/hamster-fever.html' title='Hamster fever'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/SAClTluUmiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JOqMxIAb3zE/s72-c/Meet_BlackJack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-7607685243807150057</id><published>2008-04-09T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:29:30.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My shopping list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My shopping list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so pay day isn't nearing anytime soon, but here's a list of what I want, if any of you peeps out there wanna give these stuff to me, by all means go ahead. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange Box. (yes, the agony)&lt;br /&gt;A new com (to support O.B, and since Julio will be in my bro's possession...)&lt;br /&gt;Cake. (I mean 2 kg. Of fresh Durian from Goodwood Park, or Awfully Chocolate. And I won't share. Or one of the 50 featured cakes... except the yam and carrot ones)&lt;br /&gt;Drawing book. (Forgot title, but I'll grab someone to get it with me)&lt;br /&gt;紅蓮 (Can't delay anymore or I'll murder myself)&lt;br /&gt;麗　の Bullseye ring. (Splurge, but 麗 designed it, who can say no?)&lt;br /&gt;DS Games (That I mean to support. Ace Attorney series and Mario Kart mostly)&lt;br /&gt;120 watercolor pencils (Yes, I'm nuts)&lt;br /&gt;Cool clothes (I want a wardrobe overhaul)&lt;br /&gt;Cool heels (Again, although I bought 1 pair, it doesn't go with all my (future) clothes)&lt;br /&gt;Waraku (No, not the shop, but my happy bowl of noodles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, need to set aside some for that KBox outing with the fellas from 'The Cave' (as they called the lab area). Hm, I'm not sure about that outing. Been feeling uneasy about Neighbor, so pushy and all, and he's going to that outing too. So I don't know if I should or not. I mean, if Eyebags and Parrot are going, then I might go. Yes they all have nicknames now. I get along well with most of them. Anyway, only recently got along with them. Hey, it's only week 3. I'm usually an anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that aside, remember that whining cringey bitch I was talking about earlier? Yes she struck again. Was so pissed off I didn't feel like working on SL. Oh excuses excuses. But you will understand when I finish ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, yesterday, I resolved to finish coding some stuff (which I did, lucky me...), so I went to that miserable corner (and see that emo girl painting yet another castle... yet another very ugly castle...). So yea I was expecting that whiney girl to appear and crap, and she did. But on a totally different topic. Let's see, abit of background. Firstly, I'm a programmer, and I discovered (thankfully) she was trained as an artist, not a programmer. Which meant that she can freely gripe about programmers cos she knows NOTHING. So yea, I don't dress like a staff nor do I wear my staff card, so I doubt she understands the gravity of me listening to her ravings. But anyway, I didn't want to listen. Her voice was so loud, half the lab could her, what more me wo was sitting beside her emo friend at that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what she complained about. Don't laugh, sympathize with me instead... Firstly, she finished presenting. I don't know what her project is about, but I know she's working in SL. And what I observed was this. The artists-in-training (cos they're too noob to be labeled artist) does concept art. Since the day I arrived, they have been drawing castles (ok, just the emo girl, the rest... are watching anime). So for 3 weeks I was there, they were conceptualizing. Which is way too long if your project is suppose to last 3 months. It was the 5th week, mind you. They are as good as screwed. What's so difficult about building in SL? As if they are gonna model in Maya or anything. So the reason dear girl, why the programmers get praised and you get grilled is cos you need to put in more effort then them. SL's scripts are made for ease of use, which is why, if you're a programmer assigned on SL project, your semester is set. You should fully utilize and explore SL's building capabilities, instead of bitching your way through and hope SL can construct your bloody model (which I haven't seen you building), which you spend 4-5 weeks CONCEPTUALIZING. Ok, so that's not the boiling point, cos I've heard worse than that bitch can spew. What makes her think programming is fucking easy? Is it because the useless examples of programmers in her group convinced her that the only way to program is to watch Slam Dunk anime during project? So she said "Aiya, must faster learn programming, then no need the (programmers)." and she continues... "C++ easy or not ha? Which one is the easiest? What is C#?" yes, anyone kind enough to explain it to that clueless slut? I don't know if I want to die laughing, or choke to death... But anyway that's not all, "My work so nice, why the lecturers keep shooting me down?" I haven't seen her work, and commonsense told me not to, so for this time around, I'll listen to commonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I need to face her tomorrow again or I'll never get any work done. Bloody bitch. May she freeze to death and break into a million pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-7607685243807150057?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/7607685243807150057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=7607685243807150057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7607685243807150057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/7607685243807150057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-shopping-list.html' title='My shopping list'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8546387758625627766</id><published>2008-04-04T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:52:37.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Uruha in the Woods &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... I did this during work. I'm not skving. I'm spending my free time conducively. Please comment on it. I believe this is the first portrait of Uruha I've actually completed... Make that, the first ever painting I've completed, besides the games graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R_X56L_FciI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Oxlddl4NJnY/s1600-h/Uruha_woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R_X6Tr_FcjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NF4wXrCfSog/s1600-h/Uruha_woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185325762118775346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R_X6Tr_FcjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NF4wXrCfSog/s200/Uruha_woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R_X56L_FciI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Oxlddl4NJnY/s1600-h/Uruha_woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8546387758625627766?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8546387758625627766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8546387758625627766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8546387758625627766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8546387758625627766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/04/uruha-in-woods-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R_X6Tr_FcjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NF4wXrCfSog/s72-c/Uruha_woods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5182857221434051281</id><published>2008-04-04T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:01:21.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Boring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god I hate SL. It's so irritating... I mean, not because the assignment is irritating, but communing to the computer that can run it is horrible. Not only do I have to step through bags littering the place and 'Scuse me-ing all the way through, that place is... THE SAME PLACE I'VE BEEN SITTING AT FOR 3 MTHS during FYP. How nice is that? And there's orientation. I don't remember mine being that noisy. OR torturous. But anyway the worse bit was some cheena girls REALLY going "zar men zhong guo ren" blablabla. And I don't know why there's this (assuming no retaining etc), 19 year old girl whining like a 3 year old. Oh gawd someone save me. And yea she's really cringe making... Even the guys there told her to shuddap. I would have said "Good for them", but they... made alot of noob comments. And alot of noise too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random voice: What happen to you headphones? You know, the cool white and blue one that everyone is suddenly sporting even though it was obsolete during the time you bought it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, don't remind me. The agony seeing it on other people's heads after I bought it. ZZZ Anyway. That com... couldn't play music. And my mp3 player decided to say bye-bye to me early this year... Bwa... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom is evil. I mean, I bought this lovely-looking wedge that bit on my feet for a month or so until it behaved and became wearable for a week before showing signs of tearing. Then yesterday. My Mom happened. She... told me my shoe is going to spoil, better get a new pair. And I don't know why. Everytime she predicts something bad, IT HAPPENS. It seriously freaking happened! My shoe got whacked out the most common way any sensible, comfy stable shoe would... Oh gawd... And I had some crap new staff meeting (don't ask) too. So thankfully Jaime had spare shoes (Heaps of them, for goodness knows why). Very comfortable. Anyway, now I'm decked with un-comfy shoe #1 (My prom ones), going to attend the SJCC handover ceremony. For 5 minutes. Only. The moment sensei appears, I'm going to scoot. hOpefully I don't develop a sprain of some sort. TGIF you know, I want my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow might be destroyed. Cos I gotta meet this lady the Bee introduced. I don't like the sound of it cos it's like... Dubious people with dubious agenda... I bet she's gonna go "Oh my, so young only start company? So cute... Come let aunty (or big sis, depending on how thick skin she is) help you. Bwa... I wanna spend my weekend at home sleeping... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more hour to kill. What should I do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5182857221434051281?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5182857221434051281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5182857221434051281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5182857221434051281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5182857221434051281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/04/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-4871889477195847355</id><published>2008-03-31T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:39:44.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyed hair!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dyed hair!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay~ Like FINALLY! Ok, so once long ago I said I won't dye hair. BUT! Who can resist a bit of color? Whee~ I dyed mine a copper brown, it looks kinda red under the sun, which is cool, cos I didn't highlight it. Where did I go to get it done? Obviously it's my fave hair academy in the world. Duh. It's roughly SGD45 for 1 color. Pity I didn't bring enough moolah for a highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I didn't go out with Fang (and the rest) yesterday because of said hair outing. Seriously, the salon was flooded with only my family. Lol. For a while that is... That cool uncle dude wasn't there, but there was another teacher... in ponytails... why...? T_T I wanna be free of ponytails during my weekends la!!! *sob* Ok, so that teacher was abit feminine (as with most professional male hairdresser), and he prances around (yes, PRANCE. but it's more cute than disturbing, with his shrug flapping about him)... But he chose a very nice color for my hair (at first I wanted red + brown highlights [not Uruha like, but still], but mom kapoot that idea... so I was lost for choices). So anyway, yea, except for some painful and stinging moments during the dyeing process, everything was cool. In the end anyway. Cos the student that cut my hair, though attentive and caring (like, gently wiping hair and chemicals off my face, checking every 10 mins if I haven't got steamed or chemicalised to death), he was rather indecisive with his scissors, and my locks ended up choppy. Thank goodness for Moustachoed Teacher (not that cool uncle dude) who came to the rescue with a sharp and shiny scissors and a fire blasting turbo hairdryer and snipped and smoothed til my hair was shiny and nice (and hard ="=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um yea anyway, that's what I went to M'sia for. Wanted to get contacts (Grey or Brown) made, but kinda late. The jam wasn't that bad, just some idiot drivers squeezing in an out. What I wouldn't give for sudden godlike mode and do a Burnout on all of them weasels... Oh yea speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Fri was Gambit's open house, Of course, I went. Was VIP guest after all (not kidding, I managed to order Fang to pour me a drink. Whee!) So funny, Fang being Maria. Everyone littering all over the place and he had to pick up the crumbs of pastry (cold but delish). I obviously sat still and tried to eat that crumbly pastry as carefully as I could... *sigh* Anyway, that girl wasn't as pretty as I thought. I was kinda expecting Sarah Michelle Gellar or Angelina Jolie that kind of pretty. Guess I thought too much when Hans and Hao said she was pretty. She's just a typical Ah Lian afterall... *smirks* And Fang was all mine that day~ &gt;D Except the random times when Tranny slapped his butt (ew gross) and while they were playing Burnout (so cool, but never leave those top scorers on the road...) Whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, after that M'sia trip, we went to this really disturbing place called Leisure Park (I think) at Kallang (don't ask me...). Anyway, according to Dad, there's this huge hamster for sale. So off we go. We met Mr Huge&amp;amp;cute hamster, with his Mrs Huge&amp;amp;cute hamster. How can I break them apart!?!? So yea, the only obvious solution was to buy too. However, like most of the high maintainence pretty ladies out there, this little dame costs $40. She's a yellow Winter White Dwarf that's why. Rare... But  want... T_T Anyway, we were advised to bring our little princess the next time to see if she likes the companions we picked out for her. So yea, there's always this weekend to get another loveable hamster or two~ There was a white gerbil too. Very pretty and delicate. Sure to KO after 1 minute in contact with Ruru (the little emperor on his pink throne).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-4871889477195847355?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/4871889477195847355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=4871889477195847355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4871889477195847355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/4871889477195847355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/03/dyed-hair.html' title='Dyed hair!!'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-6120672147350094086</id><published>2008-03-27T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:32:49.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahtiing-memoriies.imeem.com/music/-CG8pJKe/the_gazette_guren/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guren/ Crimson Lotus Flower&lt;/strong&gt; (Translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the GazettE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the days we got close in&lt;br /&gt;I met pain joyfully&lt;br /&gt;Protecting with both hands&lt;br /&gt;The feelings you wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow rained there&lt;br /&gt;Remaining unknown was just fine&lt;br /&gt;I remembered trembling in repose&lt;br /&gt;What did you see in the reeled in dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fade, my dear&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear even a sigh&lt;br /&gt;A little heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it continues in an unchanging dream&lt;br /&gt;Please don't pause your happiness and call out, but&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but drown in the everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fade, my dear&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear even a sigh&lt;br /&gt;A little heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even the salvation of these hands is unclear&lt;br /&gt;Is this hurried cocoon a thread I don't tear?(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fade, my dear&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear even a sigh&lt;br /&gt;In the sound of a small pulse&lt;br /&gt;The wish I cannot scrub away arrives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold close the name I cannot call out&lt;br /&gt;The tomorrow counted on my fingers I don't want to disappear&lt;br /&gt;Hearing with blocked ears&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a broken cradle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad deshou? I love Ruki... He writes loverly sad lyrics. No I'm not emoing. I just love sad meaningful love songs that paints my sad non-existent love-life. I am a happy person, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://animeny.livejournal.com/22494.html#cutid1"&gt;Credit &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-6120672147350094086?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6120672147350094086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=6120672147350094086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6120672147350094086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6120672147350094086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/03/guren.html' title='Guren'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5182196807206405640</id><published>2008-03-25T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:16:15.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Start of work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was yesterday... And today... is apparently the start of a B.E.A.Utiful work day. I hope. Barely 30 mins into work (I start at 9am... yes poor me), and I'm already depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I remember putting a photo of Uruha and Aoi in my bag so I can stick in on the walls of my gloomy but cosy cubicle (I sit at the entrance of an obsolete cavern in the middle of the project room, so come visit... PLEASE! Cos I'm dead bored). Then when I was unpacking all the goodies I brought from home, IT DISAPPEARED! Why..?!?!?! Like, how can my absolutely BEAUUUUUUUUUUUTIFUL PIC of my absolutely LOVERLY URUHA and Aoi be MISSING? I'm dying... and it's only 10 in the morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised someone (or something) moved my things (ok, not mine, but cool stuff left behind by the previous guy) around... *Spooked* but anyway thankfully, it's just the cleaner... Which... doesn't make things nicer cos I just unpacked loads of goodies and I'm afraid she'll think it's rubbish and toss it... Bummer. Tho it'll be mean to put a 'Do not touch' sign there. But I wonder if she understand English. And I don't know how to write those in Chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my supervisor doesn't realise he's my supervisor... Is that why I spent yesterday drowned in misery that my existence was once again forgotten? Not to mention there's now a very pretty audio tech girl that clubs and play TF2 working in Fang's office... *uber jealous and forlorn* I'm so gonna die already... I must make a move soon. Like, 2 years later after his NS, when everyone has clean forgotten about me and I'm still rotting in my cubby surrounded by empty Dars (Dark) boxes and smelly Oolong tea bottles (yes I'm feeling old right now), and behaving like a bag lady (one that sleeps in the office and showers in the staff toilet) Bah, screw it, I'm being so depressed right now. My photo... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um but yesterday was a different story. It was dullsville altogether. I mean, it's not that the peeps here are boring. It's more like some kind of generation gap thing (some of them are married, planning to get cars, houses bla bla bla) and I don't understand a thing they are talking about (not to mention that most of the conversation is in Chi and I can't understand it...), but yea, those bits that I understood was very funny.And there was a cool guy with ponytail. Ok, maybe it was the ponytail that made him cool *evil smirk*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I wanna go out but I'm kinda broke. Like... Ew broke, broke. So yea anyway, if there's outing tell me ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing... It's nota brilliant idea to down 2 bottles of Oolong Tea in the morning. Not a very bright idea indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5182196807206405640?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5182196807206405640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5182196807206405640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5182196807206405640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5182196807206405640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/03/start-of-work.html' title='Start of work'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-5963142905781631389</id><published>2008-03-05T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T05:21:27.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day i swore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another Rant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good girl, really. I only ever get mad at a few things, one of which being... getting undermined by useless retards. That saying, prepare to see a new (or not for some) side of Princess Teddy: when shit crossed her path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;the video only gt a few games &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!-- referring to the video that will be screened to "major industry players" --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;horrible web&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;oo&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;backflow, bashy, dom&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;then the indivdual vid for each track, ours like ppt slide&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;then only show jon n fang's rotating shader cube&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;firework game?&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;under DMD&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;dong...&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;eeeeee&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;tivi also under DMD&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;navy also DMD&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;wah lao&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;sucks lah&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;backflow dmd?&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;or det&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;i forgt&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;dare to put dmd i smack them&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;but is in dmd in the brochure&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;anyway ive a feeling they don't want to show that det can do art lo&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;YEA&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;SO STUPID&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;ya lah&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;DMD's are nt even in there la&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;stupid fuckers&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;ya lah&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;damn irritated leh&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;i was ALONE with the stupid dmds&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;then when showing our vids, they were laffing and shouting "fast fwd" and the av really fast fwd OUR TRACK only&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;who the fuck did the vid la?&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;wah lao&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;when u watch it?&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh?&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;at the audi?&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;even TD's vid gt fast fwded abit&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;TFA&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;oo&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;din go see&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;today is rehersal&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;ooo&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell make me go down to see their god-awful vids&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;is tmr 530 thing  huh the rehersal?&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;dno wad time&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;the opening is it?&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;opening is 530&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;we got email from mr koh&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;ic&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to go at 4.30?&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;dont care&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;oo&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;got check the web?&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;horrible&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;hvnt&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.fusion.nyp.edu.sg/  &lt;!-- go here to amuse yourselves --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;horrible web&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;buggy&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;and not every1 in&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .IT'S ACCEPTED! says:&lt;br /&gt;THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;n* j* ch* all missing&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;h* his work missing oso&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;the search engine oso sucks&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;can only search 1 word&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;and it suck&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;so cant search yong kian&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;ic&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;shld ask the real PROgrammers to do it&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;fucking dmds cant do anything right&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;ya lah&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;lousy IM ppl&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;some more dare to put credit there&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;the only scripting guy&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;he sucks lah&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;the idea of fish oso sucks&lt;br /&gt;[Ha0] : 最终幻想 says:&lt;br /&gt;their AI sucks as well&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;the fish swim off the screen how to click man&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;er...&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL IS FISHES INSTEAD OF NORMAL LEFT RIGHTARROWS AND PROPER WINDOWS&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH THIS BATCH&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;BWA&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;ya lah&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;and their horrible invitation card&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;is omg&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;my boss saw the letter from *** &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!-- prevent further embarrassment to us victims... --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;then she open it&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;is the black x ray fish&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;my boss chua tio lah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!-- meaning shocked, and his boss is a pretty feisty woman, IMO --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;="=&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;she says "EEE! WAT"S THIS?!?! SO DISGUSTING!!"&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;yea...&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;this batch is screwed up man&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;she say the design damn lousy&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;the worst invitation card she ever receive&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;then she show it to the whole office....&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;my god&lt;br /&gt;[H] : 最终幻想 says:&lt;br /&gt;no face lah&lt;br /&gt;● k ●  says:&lt;br /&gt;wheee&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;and 1 of the TD's work( r* m* their video) they go put j* and f*'s work...&lt;br /&gt;● k ● says:&lt;br /&gt;now i understand why the web is so ewww&lt;br /&gt;[H]says:&lt;br /&gt;is really bad&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;="=&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i saw&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;starting open it got debug message liao&lt;br /&gt;● k ●  says:&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;● k ●    says:&lt;br /&gt;the what local debugger for flash&lt;br /&gt;● k ● says:&lt;br /&gt;like wth&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;i open r* m*'s vid&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;then close it&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;it still runing at the back&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;they like, want the person to anyhow click&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;the music is still there la&lt;br /&gt;● k●   says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL ACTIONSCRIPT ERROR&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;usually, there'll b faces, or some kind of info, INSTEAD OF FISHES THAT RETARDEDLY SWIM TOWARDS EACH OTHER!&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;ya and the fish merge together oso&lt;br /&gt;● k ●  says:&lt;br /&gt;i see black bubbles with '10' in them -.-&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;how to click&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;and gab u not inside as well&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant see my FISHY&lt;br /&gt;[H] :says:&lt;br /&gt;i saw urs&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;WHR THE FUCK IS FISHY&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;oh crap&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;horrible&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;tt website is gone case&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;im gonna copy this msn log into my blog&lt;br /&gt;● k ●    says:&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;marks the day i swore the most&lt;br /&gt;● k ●  says:&lt;br /&gt;you look like a china doll &lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;even the bubble LAGS WHEN FLOATING&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;no one asked u to search me&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;god knows my my lips were tt red ="=&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;signs of heatiness&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;● k ●    says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[H] says:&lt;br /&gt;nw my side the GP no fish....&lt;br /&gt;[H]  says:&lt;br /&gt;totally empty&lt;br /&gt;七海 :: princessTeddy                     .THE FISH SWIM BACKWARDS says:&lt;br /&gt;all COOKED&lt;br /&gt;● k ●    says:&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, need I say more...? It's horrible! I don't like swearing (though it strangely feels good getting that F-word out), I'm a victim of circumstances, see:&lt;br /&gt;1. If that old washcloth DK did NOT call me when I just woke up, I wouldn't have agreed to emcee this shit.&lt;br /&gt;2. If I hadn't gone to rehearsals for said shit, I wouldn't see the shitty videos of our track's works.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thus saying, I wouldn't have been in school anyway for Fusion week to see many shitty works all over and our works being designated one miserable corner, with that shitty bastard AHEM meddling with the coms.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then I wouldn't get caught in the rain on the way home, drenched ankle deep in rainwater&lt;br /&gt;5. Which resulted in me being so pissed off that I got home, and ranted to my rant buddies. A few of them anyway... Bwa. Shitty everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to be happy. But I'm not telling you why. Nyah-nyah-nyet~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-5963142905781631389?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/5963142905781631389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=5963142905781631389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5963142905781631389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/5963142905781631389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-i-swore.html' title='The day i swore'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-6476551263618288054</id><published>2008-02-28T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:01:40.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! 久しぶり！Wow it's been awhile since I blogged. Apparently, I promised photos of ミクル, but unfortunately, photos prior to her expansion has been deleted(?) by my "dear" dad... *fumes* Anyway, mom took some um... well, unflattering pics of ミクル. So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_EQoz_tI/AAAAAAAAAN4/t8axtKUvtZw/s1600-h/PICT0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_EQoz_tI/AAAAAAAAAN4/t8axtKUvtZw/s200/PICT0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172031301988122322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently she doesn't like vegetables... She takes after someone I know... *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_Ewoz_uI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Nrkra781pmA/s1600-h/PICT0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_Ewoz_uI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Nrkra781pmA/s200/PICT0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172031310578056930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see how FAT her butt is? If I take this photo from behind, you can see a "w"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_FQoz_vI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ndXpCjRCv-4/s1600-h/PICT0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_FQoz_vI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ndXpCjRCv-4/s200/PICT0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172031319167991538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smells food and crawls out of her "hole". The bit of indent on the papers is all she'll ever destroy of her surroundings. She wont's bite/dig more than what is comfortable for her... Lazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_Fgoz_wI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NhxUrjJohkY/s1600-h/PICT0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_Fgoz_wI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NhxUrjJohkY/s200/PICT0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172031323462958850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm luring her with a "rod" I made. Normal seeds don't appeal to her much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_Fwoz_xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/El7OSESJfm4/s1600-h/PICT0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_Fwoz_xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/El7OSESJfm4/s200/PICT0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172031327757926162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running away after discovering that the bait was too inferior for her to reach out  for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of Team Tall might remember how tiny she was... It's all my dad's fault. Feeding her sunflower seeds when I'm not around. If only my dad didn't delete the photos. There was one pic of her behaving all kitty like, reaching upwards for seeds/my finger/rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on to the rest of my life... Er... Well. there isn't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, not much major stuff, since school's out and I stayed at home, battling calls and emails from my eager fans. *cough* Well, mostly calls to turn up for interview at NYP (yea, I'm applying to work there... for awhile until my brain matures somemore/bank account spills over with moolah, whichever happens soonest), meetings with a prospective business sponsor *grins gleefully*, and most regrettably, being asked to emcee for this year's Fusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't already know, it's my school's way of showcasing our works, i.e: extorting us of a large sum of money for an event that make no sense and undermine (to our course). Obviously, the reason I'm chosen is because I'm the meekest girl in my course (there are only 2, and 501 has achieved the title of "Scariest Girl" so I'm considered meek. In case you're wondering) (501 is actually a nice girl. That is if you don't give her assignments or make her work with Tranny). And I'm beginning to see a good side of the DMD (ok besides the rather hot *cough* uncle lecturer I had to meet today, and random nice peeps like Lyn, Elmo and recently my co-emcee Ammy, see, I gave her a nice nickname already). It was DK and Mr Lim who wanted a girl to represent DET because they don't want a "guy's only" image for our course. However, it was DK who wanted Ammy to make a joke about me n 501 being the only girls in class. Poo, if you didn't want anyone to know, then don't highlight it. So much for, and I quote DK, "Ending my final year with a bang". Yea yea, talk to my hand. Poor Ammy was apologetic about making that joke... I don't even know what kind of snide remarks I should make. I lost count of how many times I had to make comebacks to that silly question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er what else happened in my life. Oh yea, I met my granma's neighbour, can she be called my childhood friend? She's actually my first friend... Now that I remember. It's so funny, she's my JMD junior, though we're the same age. The coincidence. I played it cool, though I was rather excited. I wanted to ask her how's my Granma, cos I haven't seen her for awhile, and she visited dear Gran during CNY. I didn't recognize her during Open House (like months ago), only today during JMD practice (yes I went, go buy Toto or 4D) I found her familiar... So I asked Hachiko where she stayed (what are the chances of a Chinese girl with that name and that face staying at ,of all places, Little India), and viola! It IS her. Wow, kill me, I didn't recognize my playmate ="=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er what else... Oh yea, I left $400+ in my account. How's that? And I rarely go out... Omg. Bank leak. I need to go check what happened... last time I drew it was $700+ so weird. And scary. Loads of symbols filled my brain when I saw my balance... You know what those symbols mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love wise... Obviously nothing is happening... Else why would I be at home staring pathetically at my com... I was trying to get myself noticed by Tall, by (what else) being taller. And I only saw him... ONCE during the "hols". And spammed him when he's online, tried to find ways to spam him when he's offline. Sadly... nothing happens. Bwa I give up... *stares at pics of Johnny Depp (squirrel), 麗 and Daniel Day Lewis. Yea I loved his look (moppy bad guy hair and earrings, so pirate-y, so lovely). I didn't feel that bitter about Johnny Depp not winning the Oscars, cos DDL's speech (and accent) was oh so lovely, and funny. The knighting bit and "whacking me with the handsomest bludgeon" so cool. Ah... I must be bored, watching TV at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I'll feed my brain with books (else I'll retard), cos there's nothing good on TV. Speaking of books, every girl out there ABSOLUTELY MUST read Marian Keyes' Anybody Out There. The first part seems like a normal day-to-day story of a girl who broke up with her husband, but at the end of part one, there is an impactful (and VERY tear-making) twist, so in your face, it hurts and the pain and suddenness of everything reverberates until the end of the book, and then some. Get your Kleenex ready. I've been reading Marian Keyes, cos she's really funny, and real, and sometimes tugs some obscure places of my heart that I never knew existed. Because of her (and her books), I become more human and accept my shortcomings more readily. It's normal chick-lit if you just read it for thrill (or amusement), but over exposure to her books make you crave for something more in life, more excitement, more colors, more Clinique. I wanna go New York because of the books (no, Hao, Peaceful and Jaime couldn't tempt me enough. I mean, you show me pics of their Apple store and expect me to get interested ="= I want clothes, bright lights and fashion). And I want a Jolly Boy BFF. Jolly = happy (and other acronyms), Boy = a male, BFF = best friends forever. Go figure. Anyway, after reading her books, a J.B BFF = more fun, more clothes, more parties, more excellent style advices, more cosyness. Better than a boyfriend. But of course, the female protagonists ends up in love, so no worries, she's not promoting single hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwa I'm spouting nonsense. I rather the guy I like be gay, far away or in love with someone else than dead. Makes sense? No? Ok, I'm thoroughly bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-6476551263618288054?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/6476551263618288054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=6476551263618288054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6476551263618288054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/6476551263618288054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-update.html' title='Long update'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5wUOQ2bBNI/R8a_EQoz_tI/AAAAAAAAAN4/t8axtKUvtZw/s72-c/PICT0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-8511766448679585888</id><published>2008-02-11T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T07:31:49.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sign of things to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sign of things to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm gonna complain. Then complain. And complain somemore. There, don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;If you're pro public transport (highly doubt these buggers exist...): Feck off. The trains are so freaking crowded (though not as bad as Japanese trains...), takes too long to get from Khatib to Yio Chu Kang, riddled with Banglas, Cheenas and noisy what-nots. Which leads to another complain of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks guys here are  gentlemanly? *bats those who raised hands* You're prolly a pretty bimbo of some sorts. I mean, I can't imagine a male stranger allowing the ladies (young, old, ugly, pretty, short, tall, skinny, fat) to board the train first, or allow a feeble aunty (as if)/schoolgirl/office lady in heels a seat. Or worse, some (maybe non-local people) turn a blind eye to the Pregnant (heavily or otherwise), or the truly old. And guys, don't you feel ashamed when a young girl in wobbly heels and a heavy bag offers her seat to the well-deserving? Geesh. May you get clogged artilleries from over-sitting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's just a weak excuse to say you're rushing for work when you shove everyone aside and plop yourself down to a seat and edging off the people sitting next to you. Go back to the Ice-age bozo. You see that in you? Are this said person every morning? Eh? Anyway, the reason I'm so pissed off was, there's this really innocent girl (not me) that just wants to board the not that crowded Marina-bound train. And most Singaporeans (actually, non-locals too) fail to understand the meaning of "Please stand behind the yellow line" or "Please allow passengers to alight before boarding" that kind of thing. So being the innocent toot that she was, found herself 'cutting' into 'queue' (good Lord, we have to queue to board trains... as with everything else...) of a middle-aged man. And normally, people ignore this, move on, and find a seat or lean against some pole and annoy the person holding it, etc. But this man, indicated with a rough jerk of his thumb and a visibly grouchy face, for her to get behind. Like this was a queue for some million-dollar Toto buying thing (and until now, I never got the idea of buying some numbers, not even tangible, and mostly losing) or something. And I get sick of stupid guys snatching seats that are in front of me, all mine for the taking, and giving me a smug grin. Don't make me slap your face, I so will do that. I'm probably sounding unfair to some guys I know. See? It's the guys that you know that will be gentlemanly towards you. Because they fear you'll go around making potshots of them in front of a potential date. Whereas if you're not a bimbo in skimpy outfit, or some attractive waif, they'll beat the shit out of you for space on trains. Usually if I get seats I'll give whoever that's looking a smug grin of sorts, just to even out the score. Yes I know there are aunties and certain non-locals who snatch/banter/glare for seats and put baggages on seats, or occupy 2 seats, or talk loudly or blast stupid songs, etc, but right now, I'm just pissed off with this. Save those for another day... If I decide to get out again... Which leads me to another train-related complain (I did warn you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the feck did those train people change the announcement system thingy? Was the previous one not Singapore-flavoured enough that they had to find an Ah Lian who could read to do the announcements now? At least have the decency to ensure the quality of the announcement please? And why does the Chinese version sound like it came from Beijing? You think we were brought up to that kind of accent? Oh wait, it was probably for the benefit of the China-Chinese anyway. Doh. *slaps self on forehead* Anyway, the previous one was inaudible as it was during the tunnel rides already. Low-quality announcements can't be heard AT ALL now. Is the a bid to 'reduce human traffic in the city area' Yea right, so funny, try taking the train yourself and miss a stop, you bloody eejit train-people. Do you know how bloody difficult it is to get off the train and on to the next one in the city area? Fools. I rest my case. It should be obvious enough the intellect of most people here by reading the ads around. All the cheesy rhymes that don't make sense. That's right girl, I live here... Pity I didn't cringe to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're pro comfy high heel shoes: someone please check you into the loony farm. Where in the freaking helluva world can someone find comfy, non-slip, stable HEELS? Ok, maybe I'm making my life more miserable because there's no such thing as stable Heels. Or even comfy ones for that matter. And if I'm looking at non-slip, I'll prolly be shelling out a bomb for shoes. Which I wouldn't mind if they met the criteria I set above. I wouldn't even mind if they were in the color I hated. I just need shoes... comfy ones. *stares mournfully at squished little toes*Shoes makers (or designers) obviously have no sense. Or maybe there isn't any proper shoe designers dedicated to squarish Asian feet or something. Or maybe their shoes were manufactured in you-know-where (clue: lead poisoning abounds), and the blueprint got cut up and mangled because it didn't fit into their 2 cents a piece budget, or didn't want to pay the designer so they cop-off some pointy toed Jimmy Choo design. And to further streamline everything into their budget, they hardened lard for the soles of shoes, which was why, everytime you walk in them, you slip and fall into an oily, gooey puddy of what remains of your shoe. Ok I digress, but you get the agony of how hard shoe-shopping is for me now don't you? I'm not an Imelda, I don't buy shoes on the fly. I just want a decent shoe I can wear for the rest of my life. There, I never cease to make myself more miserable. A well-meaning friend suggested slippers. Moi? Slippers? I can't even imagine myself in them to begin with. It's always some random (and rare) off-to-the-neighborhood-for-a-meal trip that I bothered with slippers. And I'm a bright lights big city kinda girl, so slippers don't really serve a purpose. As if I go off to the heartlands (wherever it is) and do what heartlanders do (which I have no clue). How demeaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think fat (think wobbly pale gelatin-like thighs and 'oily' lovehandles) people can pull off the 'shorty-shorts' look (i.e: awfully short pants with pale cellulite-d spotty (or worse hairy) pins, sometimes paired with knee high socks or *gasp* slippers...) and THEN if that wasn't 'liberating' enough, the go on and put on a tight (usually sleeveless) top, with more squishy bits suffocating underneath, sticking out in bits and pieces. Please, look at yourself in a (widescreen) mirror. Oh wait. at least take full body shots of yourself next time instead of your usual, cam-over-head-eyes-woefully-staring-upwards heheX pose. Puh-lease, it's disturbing enough when skinny girls do it. With that, I'm not saying I hate fat people. Again, I just don't wish to get  the inevitable fashionista-sore-eyes-syndrome everytime I step out of my house. Maybe that's why online shopping is invented...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Valentine's is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-meaning voice: So what have you this year?&lt;br /&gt;*bats it silly* Nothing, you great big eejit. Pay attention will you? It's probably a myth that some fluttering being called Cupid will poke arrows of love at random people, but if it ever existed, it better not pair me with some random bloke off the street *throws meaningful glares around*. It'll rue the day it was ever conceptionalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off spending the day with many bishounens of Kyou Kara Maou. Why can't they exist in real life too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11739945-8511766448679585888?l=chibinachan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/feeds/8511766448679585888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11739945&amp;postID=8511766448679585888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8511766448679585888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11739945/posts/default/8511766448679585888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chibinachan.blogspot.com/2008/02/sign-of-things-to-come.html' title='The sign of things to come'/><author><name>Na-chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881109331534998147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11739945.post-4483365978064072978</id><published>2008-02-06T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:42:29.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gravitation blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been listening to Kotani Kinya, the genius voice behind (most of) the OST for Gravitation. Yes yes I know, Gravitation was released donkey years before, and I've watched every episode and OVA that came out, but I can't help it. His voice is so unique and addictive and the tempo is so hyper I just get hooked and high and hallucinate happy stuff. Yea Kotani Kinya is my anti-drug for now. Whee~ *high* Oh by the way, if you didn't already know, Gravitation is a shonen-ai (boy x boy) anime/manga. So don't say I didn't warn you. At least listen to the songs. Really awesome. Love his voice every minute. If only he looked manlier to match the voice... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, where do I start? This is what happens when I don't blog in a while... Let's see... I left off with Split Cage Day 1. So by right, Mikuru and Ruru are friends now. Right? Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. It gets worst. Mikuru is now living under Ruru's cage in a big container which Ruru used to stay in before and he seems fine with that. Only. If I let him out, he'll circle the container and attempt to climb in. And he rummages her place, practically tearing everything apart, while I
