<?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-21542075</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:30:01.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-1337134936065847860</id><published>2008-08-21T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:14:47.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>Goodbye ohshutupalready.blogspot.com!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-1337134936065847860?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/1337134936065847860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=1337134936065847860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1337134936065847860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1337134936065847860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye!'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-1421821651535138647</id><published>2008-07-31T18:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:09.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Day Out, Esplanade, Por's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel says: "I FEEL LIKE BLOGGING NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention, attention. It seems my blog have been discovered by &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people. Oh my gosh? (digs a hole in the ground, then buries head in there) Not that there are things to hide. But I prefer keeping loooooow-profiled. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SJGUmM9Sb_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/7EIh_630QvI/s1600-h/P7270127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229124026388082674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SJGUmM9Sb_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/7EIh_630QvI/s200/P7270127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SJGUmmtPZVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rcXdYlHwIy0/s1600-h/P7270128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229124033300096338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SJGUmmtPZVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rcXdYlHwIy0/s200/P7270128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKITTLES LIP BALM from Boston! In Original (Strawberry) &amp;amp; Wild Berry flavour. So special right. Haha. From colleagues (Zhu'e and Drizzle) @ work. Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19th July&lt;/b&gt;, shopping with Jas &amp;amp; Queenie alllllll the way at CityPlaza @ Paya Lebar. Queenie calls it the &lt;i&gt;Girl's Day Out&lt;/i&gt;. According to Geraldine (classmate), the clothes there are supposedly CHEAPER than usual. But *shakes head* not true at all. Hur. Haven't bought so many stuff in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping = Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 3 of us headed down to town to meet their boyfriends, and I started work (as a lightbulb) shining ever so brightly. So much for &lt;i&gt;Girl's Day Out&lt;/i&gt; huh? :( Haha. We took a group picture. Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEOPRINT MACHINE.&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic (: It was so fun. After taking, we were perspiring like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;26th July&lt;/b&gt;, independent me went to The Esplanade to do my research for my project work. Heh (: With my stack of survey forms, my laptop (with the super duper heavy adapter + accessories), my notebook, stationery. Grabbed lots and lots of brochures, many of which serve no help actually - &lt;i&gt;adding to the weight&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SJGYJJYA_xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PLBuUyw0-SM/s1600-h/P7260115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229127925256748818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SJGYJJYA_xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PLBuUyw0-SM/s320/P7260115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="mailto:library@esplanade"&gt;library@esplanade&lt;/a&gt; was PACKED! (at least areas which can provide me with AC power were taken) sigh. So I walked around somemore and managed to find myself a spot, right in the middle on Esplanade's concourse. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed till evening before heading down to PS to meet mom &amp;amp; dad. As usual, ever-satisfying dinner. Strolled around. I love shops with DIY stuff. Went to SPOTLIGHT, got 2 items (expensive!), went home in a cab, a happy &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; girl.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27th July&lt;/b&gt; - Porpor's birthday celebration (actual birthday on 30th July)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SJGZseJZjjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7Ig5nJ4e2yU/s1600-h/P7270129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229129631639637554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SJGZseJZjjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7Ig5nJ4e2yU/s320/P7270129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PORPOR (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks Kylie &amp;amp; Sheri for the well wishes for porpor (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and. GOODBYE JULY 2008! It's August tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and Coming:&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting up with ELAINE &amp;amp; KYLIE! (yay, yay, yay!)&lt;br /&gt;- Holidays! (13th August)&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting up with Sheri! (teehee)&lt;br /&gt;- And, I want to meet up with my Secondary School friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-1421821651535138647?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/1421821651535138647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=1421821651535138647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1421821651535138647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1421821651535138647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-day-out-esplanade-pors-birthday.html' title='Girl&apos;s Day Out, Esplanade, Por&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SJGUmM9Sb_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/7EIh_630QvI/s72-c/P7270127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4615112478533002831</id><published>2008-07-23T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:25:38.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maribel, I will miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Hey Maribel, take care ok?"&lt;/i&gt; I hugged her this morning, walked out of the balcony and saw her drying her tears. It made me feel like crying too, but I held back. It has been nearly 2 months since Maribel came to live with my family. And me, I get attached to people easily. I'm going to miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when mom broke the news to her that she was going to be sent back to the agency, she kept asking why &amp;amp; she cried non-stop through the day. Ever since I learnt that she was going to be sent back just because grandma doesn't want/need her, I've been feeling so bitter inside. Maribel = Innocent Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I dreaded the thought of having her living under the same roof. Now I'm having a hard time letting go. Some may think, "but she's just a maid". No she's not. I think over time, I actually regarded her as family. (Ok, now I find tears rolling down my cheeks for whatever reason.) I &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; did gather my courage to chat with her (for more than 5 minutes). I &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; did manage to take a photograph with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote her a note, telling her how sweet she is sweet like the chocolates (I gave her chocolates) &amp;amp; that I hope she had a pleasant time here. But wait. I forgot to tell her I'll miss her! ): The image of her will always be etched in my heart, at least I want it to be. I don't want to forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from school today, and I didn't see her in the living room, in the kitchen, in the balcony, not anywhere at home. I hope she gets to work for a really nice and good family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maribel, please somehow know that I miss you already.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4615112478533002831?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4615112478533002831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4615112478533002831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4615112478533002831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4615112478533002831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/07/maribel-i-will-miss-you.html' title='Maribel, I will miss you'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-3016302609336874721</id><published>2008-07-14T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:09.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LJ or BS, psCS3, graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yay, the blogging mood is here. Have been contemplating on creating a new blog. (Not sure if I've mentioned it before) Already thought of its new name, thou unsure of whether to host it on livejournal or blogspot. Been so used to blogspot.com, but the functions at livejournal (LJ) seems better. I played around a little at LJ, so foreign. Haha. It takes getting used to, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got my hands on the new Photoshop CS3. Hooray! &lt;i&gt;By illegal means, of course.&lt;/i&gt; Heh (: Ever since I reformatted my notebook, I have not really done all these graphic designing. During &lt;i&gt;Events Branding, Marketing and Promotions&lt;/i&gt; module earlier, we had to do advertorials for lesson. I kinda like that module, lets your creativity flow. Makes you think RP style, which is &lt;u&gt;out of the box&lt;/u&gt;. Haha. Anyway, I've started creating graphics (for school purpose). Addictive, a tad. You just feel like going on and on and on. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SHtMZGhJ8dI/AAAAAAAAAJE/L_AUSuhXQ4U/s1600-h/egg.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222852186996339154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SHtMZGhJ8dI/AAAAAAAAAJE/L_AUSuhXQ4U/s320/egg.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I've been thinking ahead. Ahead = after graduating. If possible, I'll go to the University. But Singapore doesn't offer my course's degree. So MAYBE I'll have to go overseas to further my studies. I don't want to! I'll see how it goes. But I thought of starting work first too. I'm kind of caught in between Events Organizing and Events Marketing. Again, I'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a month's time, vacation will be commence. Quick ain't it? Dread it? Dread it not? *shrugs* &lt;i&gt;lets out a loooooong sigh&lt;/i&gt;...It's time to complete my daily assignment! Question of the day: &lt;b&gt;You are stuck in an island with a pen and paper. You decide to write for someone to read. Who and what are you planning to write?&lt;/b&gt; Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I chanced upon a long lost friend on Friendster. But she's not a regular on that site. Sigh. I wish she SOMEHOW reads my message. It'll be cool, to chat again. It has been years, since she migrated to Aussie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-3016302609336874721?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/3016302609336874721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=3016302609336874721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3016302609336874721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3016302609336874721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/07/lj-or-bs-pscs3-graduation.html' title='LJ or BS, psCS3, graduation'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SHtMZGhJ8dI/AAAAAAAAAJE/L_AUSuhXQ4U/s72-c/egg.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-3541893723532962839</id><published>2008-06-27T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:09.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of SIWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SGTxFtspAXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dir8MXLQnic/s1600-h/badge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216559348870349170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SGTxFtspAXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dir8MXLQnic/s320/badge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIWW has ended. That, (points at the picture above) is my pass. Even though all I did was surveying, I guess I have gathered a handful of experience. I managed to interact with a few directors, GMs, engineers, etc &amp;amp; I hope they remember who I am. Haha (: 3 of us (Jas, Queenie &amp;amp; I) had lots of fun &lt;s&gt;guy&lt;/s&gt; men-watching, and even formulated our Top 3 List. 2 of which, had moustache &amp;amp; brown hair/eyes. HOT! But farewell to them. (&lt;i&gt;frowns&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we (together with Queenie's guy) went to NYNY and our bill totalled up to $100.40! Yipes. Treating ourselves to a feast after 3days of hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;Today, Jas &amp;amp; I went to Queenie's place with the intention of doing up our business plan (school purpose). And our plan, flopped badly. In the end, NO work was done at all. Pathetic? Maybe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week just flew past like that. Back to school in 2 days, back to work tomorrow. My leg muscles have not had enough rest, but I don't have a choice (actually, I do). &lt;s&gt;$$$$$$$$$$&lt;/s&gt; Can't wait for my free Saturdays again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to shower!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-3541893723532962839?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/3541893723532962839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=3541893723532962839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3541893723532962839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3541893723532962839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-siww.html' title='End of SIWW'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SGTxFtspAXI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dir8MXLQnic/s72-c/badge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2148314013630080600</id><published>2008-06-24T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:10.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SGD2JzJyUqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Kq0duoCHkqU/s1600-h/siww.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215439016705544866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SGD2JzJyUqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Kq0duoCHkqU/s400/siww.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIWW has begun, and so has my shift(s). Tuesday, Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday. All in all, 50bucks. Again, yay. My jobscope? To conduct survey according to the survey questionnaire. It's a very easy task, but &lt;b&gt;super duper&lt;/b&gt; boring. Imagine standing the WHOLE day. I'm tired. But just somehow, it beats rotting in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling soooooo bored/restless, I decided to chat with the security. He's an old man, and he kept pin-pointing that &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I HAVE NO LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. He asked, in my entire life what adventurous/interesting thing have I done? I can't think of anything wacky, but I'm very satisfied with my oh-so-boring life. He's going to keep a look out for rich guys overseas for me too (: Haha. Lame ass. A bunch of us chatted, and we really couldn't think of anything "wham-bam". No-lifers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to event organisers talk, is quite cool I think. So far, EVERY single one of them emphasizes so much on the LACK OF SLEEP, or even not going home at all. Sometimes, during the event, the company might even book a hotel room so you can spend the night there. I'm going to be homesick man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. So bored. Nothing to do. Byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2148314013630080600?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2148314013630080600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2148314013630080600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2148314013630080600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2148314013630080600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/06/siww.html' title='SIWW'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SGD2JzJyUqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Kq0duoCHkqU/s72-c/siww.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2202903674035593581</id><published>2008-06-21T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:17:25.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O2 Skin, SIWW</title><content type='html'>Hey love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty busy with stuff from school recently. And boy did my labour bear fruits! Ok. You probably didn't get that, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19th and 20th June 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had sales competition (in collaboration with O2 Skin) among the classes who took the Sales Management module and our class was really, really bonded/united. Apart from the aching feet and drained bodies, I guess we had our fair share of &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt;. Okay, here comes the best part. MY CLASS WON! ((((: Hahaha. All of us literally SCREAMED for joy. Imagine, a class of 23, out of which, 4 are guys. Shrilling like hell. But it felt damn good. Every individual gets (I don't know) $200 worth of products or voucher. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;21st June 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's today!&lt;br /&gt;Went down to the Suntec Convention Hall for briefing of the upcoming SIWW (a.k.a Singapore International Water Week). It's going to be a big event, and hooray! I'll be involved. Hahaha. Something like a &lt;i&gt;mini&lt;/i&gt; attachment for 3days. $50 per day. Not bad right. So anway. After briefing, the fun begun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost the entire class went to Marina's Pizza Hut to lunch. Hogging the place for quite a long while. It is frightening how much food they consumed. But, ha! I'm not better la (: okkkkk. The class dispersed. Some went home, some headed elsewhere but Jas (and boyfriend), Queenie (and boyfriend) &amp;amp; I stuck together. We walked aimlessly for practically half the day. Went to Swensen's for ice-cream. Then resumed our aimless-ness. Then Samuel &amp;amp; Aina joined us. Went to Glutton's Square to eat (again). This time we ordered so much laaa. Seafood GALORE. It was so spicy! But the best part of the day was at OSIM's product launch. Jas, her boyfriend and I laid on their massage chair for a long time. Our backs were aching and the chair came in handy. The sales people were watching, but we couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead beat. And there's still work tomorrow. I wish, I wish, I can sleep the entire day tomorrow. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2202903674035593581?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2202903674035593581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2202903674035593581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2202903674035593581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2202903674035593581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/06/o2-skin-siww.html' title='O2 Skin, SIWW'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4272863791237731899</id><published>2008-06-12T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:07:53.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chat</title><content type='html'>it's nice, catching up with old pals from time to time (:&lt;br /&gt;lets do it more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4272863791237731899?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4272863791237731899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4272863791237731899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4272863791237731899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4272863791237731899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/06/chat.html' title='chat'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-7964463576525527806</id><published>2008-06-11T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:07:31.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter, bitter feeling</title><content type='html'>until i release that knot in my heart, i'm going to continue feeling bitter inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-7964463576525527806?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/7964463576525527806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=7964463576525527806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7964463576525527806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7964463576525527806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/06/bitter-bitter-feeling.html' title='bitter, bitter feeling'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-9175912862022975177</id><published>2008-06-10T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:03:09.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated Contract</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm doing my daily assignment NOW, when everybody else I know (excluding my classmates) are having their &lt;u&gt;well deserved&lt;/u&gt; holidays. Stab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though going to school these couple of days is relatively relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;- No crowd to rush with.&lt;br /&gt;- Canteen only with a bunch of facilitators, other then that, myself &amp;amp; classmates.&lt;br /&gt;- The temporary classroom is FREAKING cold, but I like it (:&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone else is in the holiday mood, even the facilitator.&lt;br /&gt;- Lessons seem to end earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;- And up till now, I've not begun writting my Reflection Journal. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the bbbboring LAW module. And we did something called "Frustrated Contracts" which lived up to its name. Because it hella frustrated all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'm off to do my work now. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-9175912862022975177?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/9175912862022975177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=9175912862022975177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/9175912862022975177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/9175912862022975177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/06/frustrated-contract.html' title='Frustrated Contract'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-6446056356217187747</id><published>2008-06-01T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kyl 19th birthday, new maid, return of asthma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SEKiTr9ORsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AI7sAjxNLmQ/s1600-h/beztroskie_dziecinnstwo_by_romance_cigarettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206902578294441666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SEKiTr9ORsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AI7sAjxNLmQ/s320/beztroskie_dziecinnstwo_by_romance_cigarettes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY KYLIE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine since Primary 5. Friends to be till death does us part? (: Haha. Sorry darling, present's delayed. Soon ok? I promise.&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little to update on:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Maribel, the new maid, came yesterday -31st June'08-. Not much comments, since I have not interacted much with her. She's fairly short, extremely quiet. Not very fluent in English.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Grandpa is returned home earlier &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;. He lost weight, looks akin to a bag of bones.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Trip to Botanic Gardens with the students on Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday. Lazy to post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Went on a window shopping spree with Kyl &amp;amp; Siew Chin on Satuday. Received pay-cheque on the very same day. But held back ever so much, reluctant to spend on clothes. Oh so beautiful clothes, attached with an incredibly expensive price tags.&lt;br /&gt;The return of my asthma after so long. Popping pills everyday to help me breathe properly again. Annoying. I want to binge on tidbits/chocolates/chips, slurp down icy cold fluids.&lt;br /&gt;(5) THE HOLIDAY IS HERE! Just for a week, better than nothing (:&lt;br /&gt;(6)Lastly, know that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again soon. Till then, turn in early &amp;amp; have a spankin' holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-6446056356217187747?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/6446056356217187747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=6446056356217187747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6446056356217187747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6446056356217187747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/06/kyl-19th-birthday-new-maid-return-of.html' title='kyl 19th birthday, new maid, return of asthma'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SEKiTr9ORsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/AI7sAjxNLmQ/s72-c/beztroskie_dziecinnstwo_by_romance_cigarettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-497914196407489680</id><published>2008-05-25T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:49:16.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>focus!</title><content type='html'>Its only been a few days, and already, I'm sick of being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out and have fun. I want to be up and about by the time the holiday comes. I only have a week to get well. And by then, hopefully I'll be a hundred percent healthy. Quite unlikely though, knowing how resistant today's virus are to medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying for my UT tomorrow. Getting distracted by my surroundings now and then, and it actually feels good doing 'nothing' but lazing at home on a Sunday. This then flashes across my mind. &lt;b&gt;I want to quit my job.&lt;/b&gt; That thought has been occurring to me occasionally. But I click, and drag that thought to &lt;i&gt;Junk Mail&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus, focus, focus on studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-497914196407489680?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/497914196407489680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=497914196407489680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/497914196407489680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/497914196407489680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/05/focus.html' title='focus!'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-6756953633802121123</id><published>2008-05-23T21:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:15.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to blog again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I want to blog, I want to blog, I want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I AM HERE TO BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I've been typing my posts halfway almost everyday, then exiting the browser, having lost my motivation halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 17th May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203574751734154626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbPqr9ORYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7HqfduqrzL0/s320/pizza.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Anna and Sheri after a long, long time for a dinner&amp;amp;movie date. We dined at PastaMania, where I had Ham&amp;amp;Mushroom Pizza -cravings again. shoots!- and both of them had don't-know-what-creamy-pasta. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203573145416385906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbONL9ORXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cAuIZhQLYAM/s320/what-happens-vegas-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, then, then we caught this movie, "What Happens in Vegas". Two thumbs up. I'd definitely recommend you this comedy-romance flick. A funny-bone tickler (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great night out, memory jerker. Walked home with Sheri, savouring Hot Fudge Sundae along the way. And thanks Anna, for the &lt;i&gt;milo agar-agar&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 19th May 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the temple at Bugis, we shopped around OG for luggages then headed down to Taka's Sushi Tei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbSfb9ORZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rd78c1POUKw/s1600-h/P5190021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577856995509650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbSfb9ORZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rd78c1POUKw/s320/P5190021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother pouring his sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbSfr9ORaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jOos6rGGz4c/s1600-h/P5190023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577861290476962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbSfr9ORaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jOos6rGGz4c/s320/P5190023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that mouth-watering eggs with salmon sashimi bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbSgL9ORbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9-iDeSoD4_k/s1600-h/P5190024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577869880411570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbSgL9ORbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/9-iDeSoD4_k/s320/P5190024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon, Tuna &amp;amp; Yellow-tail Sashimi Salad with Sushi Tei's special sauce. Damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbSgb9ORcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/18TT3jelAz0/s1600-h/P5190025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577874175378882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbSgb9ORcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/18TT3jelAz0/s320/P5190025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha Soba (: Yum Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbSgr9ORdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tWO0b-dAcYY/s1600-h/P5190026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577878470346194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbSgr9ORdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tWO0b-dAcYY/s320/P5190026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry Udon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbVPr9OReI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZMSivIfNAns/s1600-h/P5190027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580884947453410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbVPr9OReI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZMSivIfNAns/s320/P5190027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unagi Bento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbVP79ORfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/G59h7zkN55w/s1600-h/P5190029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580889242420722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbVP79ORfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/G59h7zkN55w/s320/P5190029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Fried Salmon, look at that cheese ooze out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbVQL9ORgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8Vww9ApLUT4/s1600-h/P5190030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580893537388034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbVQL9ORgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8Vww9ApLUT4/s320/P5190030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 different types of sashimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbVQb9ORhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qqLEjB-ntLE/s1600-h/P5190031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580897832355346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbVQb9ORhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qqLEjB-ntLE/s320/P5190031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Octopus Tempura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbVQr9ORiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RMk8SDMr-qw/s1600-h/P5190032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580902127322658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbVQr9ORiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RMk8SDMr-qw/s320/P5190032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Soft Shell Crab Tempura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how we managed to clean everything off our plates. Our tummies were bloated. Really bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whiteboards &amp;amp; Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbWtL9ORjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jKqK2pLBq7E/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203582491265222194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbWtL9ORjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jKqK2pLBq7E/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got a handful of nicknames from my classmates, one of such is &lt;b&gt;Sunshine&lt;/b&gt;. And this lame Mel calls herself Thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbWtL9ORkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LPeNVHK7CDw/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203582491265222210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbWtL9ORkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LPeNVHK7CDw/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbWtb9ORlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KQPTd-pRJqc/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203582495560189522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbWtb9ORlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KQPTd-pRJqc/s320/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2 was written by the same culprit.&lt;br /&gt;Student name: Sze Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbXa79ORmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p4HVLfVBtcU/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203583277244237410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbXa79ORmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p4HVLfVBtcU/s320/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 23rd May 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jas, Queenie &amp;amp; I are in the same team, and when we're bored listening to other people's presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbZSb9ORnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lCKQjQ6sMBE/s1600-h/jas.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203585330238604914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbZSb9ORnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lCKQjQ6sMBE/s320/jas.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbZTL9ORoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OlglZn8fd5U/s1600-h/rach.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203585343123506818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbZTL9ORoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/OlglZn8fd5U/s320/rach.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenie drew Jas &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbZTr9ORpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/i1jzndCfTVU/s1600-h/queenie.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203585351713441426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbZTr9ORpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/i1jzndCfTVU/s320/queenie.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas drew Queenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbZUL9ORqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/H81ZukkRmF4/s1600-h/rambutans+in+a+team.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203585360303376034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbZUL9ORqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/H81ZukkRmF4/s320/rambutans+in+a+team.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I drew us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-6756953633802121123?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/6756953633802121123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=6756953633802121123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6756953633802121123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6756953633802121123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-blog-again.html' title='time to blog again'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SDbPqr9ORYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7HqfduqrzL0/s72-c/pizza.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-8305119444643120684</id><published>2008-05-07T18:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:23.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More things to blog about (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Small little things can amount to great happiness. Likewise, teeny weeny little things can lead to much unhappiness. Things at home, aren't shining brightly like the morning sun. They say smiling is contagious, so whenever I face any of my loved ones, I smile. Hoping somehow, it'll make their day. Worries and frustrations are written all over my grandma's face, mom's too. It aches my heart seeing them this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Grandpa,&lt;br /&gt;please get well soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that will never happen. His condition, as the doctors say, will only deteriorate and &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; get better. My grandpa's at a home for the aged, for a month until a maid comes to live....at &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; home. Sigh. I don't want a stranger living under the same roof as home. I think nobody at home wishes for that to happen but, it's for the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma talks to me now and then, telling me her troubles. I feel her pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is coming soon! And there's going to be a celebration. This time, without grandpa. I hope they can all smile and be happy. Which reminds me...I've not complete my gift for my mother, and time is sooooooo running out :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;During class today, we entirely had no mood to work on our presentation and Jas started drawing smiley(s) on her fingers and assigning our names to them. Samuel's part got cut off. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGLkitMTdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JGV1Cm_eJJA/s1600-h/00003bb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197588904870170066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGLkitMTdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JGV1Cm_eJJA/s320/00003bb7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are picking up in class, and I've found a clique to crap around with (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And the class had McDonald's breakfast today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGiVCtMTkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q993l8vtN90/s1600-h/P5070001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197613927349636674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGiVCtMTkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q993l8vtN90/s320/P5070001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;More pictures from work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGNoCtMTeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fVXDcIn0P8k/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197591164022967778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGNoCtMTeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fVXDcIn0P8k/s320/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197591168317935090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGNoStMTfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gp3ph0mNJUg/s320/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGNoStMTgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Q-SRY-O5ibc/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197591168317935106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGNoStMTgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Q-SRY-O5ibc/s320/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGNoitMThI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SqBNxcAhc7Q/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197591172612902418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGNoitMThI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SqBNxcAhc7Q/s320/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGNoitMTiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9bWkbZqBmik/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197591172612902434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGNoitMTiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9bWkbZqBmik/s320/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGOBStMTjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AUDHvDTKp5s/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197591597814664754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGOBStMTjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/AUDHvDTKp5s/s320/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few pictures taken from the morning session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time for dinner. End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-8305119444643120684?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/8305119444643120684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=8305119444643120684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8305119444643120684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8305119444643120684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-things-to-blog-about.html' title='More things to blog about (:'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SCGLkitMTdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JGV1Cm_eJJA/s72-c/00003bb7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-5303446086237033311</id><published>2008-05-02T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:39:32.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grandpa</title><content type='html'>Visited grandpa at NUH yesterday, and his condition wasn't at its optimum. His forehead looks very much like a &lt;i&gt;luo han&lt;/i&gt; fish, with a bump on his head plus stitches. The blood from the forehead (internally) flowed down to his eyes, making it seem as though someone boxed him. It looks hella painful, honest. His actions were..&lt;u&gt;abnormal&lt;/u&gt;? Not pleasant to the ears, but a fact. Somehow the fall has caused his mind to work exactly like a jammed cassette tape. He laid on the hospital bed, with repeated routined actions. "opens cupboard, takes out comb, combs hair, put back comb, close cupboard door, walk out, take a few steps up, more hand &amp;amp; leg gestures" Picture an old man doing that on a hospital bed with his eyes closed, non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky. Yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-5303446086237033311?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/5303446086237033311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=5303446086237033311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5303446086237033311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5303446086237033311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandpa.html' title='grandpa'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-546584578261252</id><published>2008-04-30T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:24.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SBhNs8HZPgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IvE0zP4c4Ew/s1600-h/Shopping_by_chocoleptic01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194987604618591746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SBhNs8HZPgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IvE0zP4c4Ew/s320/Shopping_by_chocoleptic01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"HOORAY!" ...that's what I thought, since tomorrow is the much awaited public holiday everyone's been looking forward to. I thought I could spend quality time with my every-loving family but but but, in the middle of last night I hear a loud thud. It did come across my mind if it was my grandfather who fell, but my following thoughts were "Nah, doubt so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back to sleep, mom woke me up for school and told me she's sending him to A&amp;amp;E. Dang, seems he's going in and out of the hospital very often. Poor grandma, 'cause ultimately, she's the one who suffers most ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, blues aside. I've been literally CRAVING to shop, to shop, and to shop. Ugh! I see so many pretty clothes around. Ain't it time to pamper myself with my hard-earned salary? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in class are certainly picking up. It's always like this anyway. Haha. Lots of people to crap around with in class, though there will always be a bunch who intimidates me. Turn a blind eye, that's what I shall do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekends are all packed with plans and I can't wait! May things turn out well for me, and you. Have a great weekend friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-546584578261252?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/546584578261252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=546584578261252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/546584578261252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/546584578261252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-to-shop.html' title='i want to shop'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SBhNs8HZPgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IvE0zP4c4Ew/s72-c/Shopping_by_chocoleptic01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-3354912513241575353</id><published>2008-04-13T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:24.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spongebob squarepants, woot!</title><content type='html'>A brand new school day is coming up, and I'm &lt;b&gt;ever ready to take on new challenges&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA. Sounds as though Rachel just regained her confidence. Riiiiiiight. Oh well, but saying that &lt;i&gt;aloud&lt;/i&gt; actually did boost my morale. A friend said me, behaving in this manner just adds additional stress to myself. Does it? (Ponders a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188733234048697234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SAIVYqG8g5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/r9etfr6A3Nw/s320/smile.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that picture. Amongst my plentiful lousy/negative emotions, there still lies a tad of positivity (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I didn't really look forward to work. Not being able to sleep for looooong hours on a Sunday, &lt;s&gt;upsets me&lt;/s&gt;. I sound like an immature child. Okay, anywaaaays. Work was quite alright today. I drew two pictures of Spongebob for 2 sisters, WITH my signature (or rather, my written name) on it. Not bad ar? Tsktsk (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow SPONGEBOB fans, unite!!!&lt;br /&gt;SBSP, brightens up anyone's day :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-3354912513241575353?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/3354912513241575353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=3354912513241575353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3354912513241575353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3354912513241575353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/04/spongebob-squarepants-woot.html' title='spongebob squarepants, woot!'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/SAIVYqG8g5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/r9etfr6A3Nw/s72-c/smile.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2336870933910627997</id><published>2008-04-12T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:38:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh. school = bummer!</title><content type='html'>The much awaited Saturday is finally here. All smiles, yes. But I still feel uneasy on the inside. Knowing that time will fly by soon and Monday will be here again. Things have not been going the way I want since school reopened. My laptop has been giving me never ending problems with the Windows Updates. And the incompetent IT Helpdesk workers are as good as hopeless. I wonder why they're given a salary if they can't solve any of my problems. Since last Friday (4th April), I've been visiting that place of taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet they're frustrated, but when compared, not as much as I am. In class, I feel lonely. Especially without my laptop's company. Using an unfamiliar and damn lousy laptop I borrow from the damn school, I can't contribute as much. Okay, I have to get over this quick. Try, try harder Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, my brother, a handful of friends have been very supportive. And please know I'm utmost appreciative &amp;amp; grateful, at the same time apologetic for being such a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried keeping optimistic, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2336870933910627997?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2336870933910627997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2336870933910627997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2336870933910627997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2336870933910627997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/04/sigh-school-bummer.html' title='sigh. school = bummer!'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-453014298304788483</id><published>2008-04-07T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:41:21.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom's bday</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY (:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-453014298304788483?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/453014298304788483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=453014298304788483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/453014298304788483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/453014298304788483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/04/moms-bday.html' title='mom&apos;s bday'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4925754836114221987</id><published>2008-04-07T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:05:51.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dread school</title><content type='html'>It has begun again. School, that is. (Heaves, a big sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Year, 1st Semester. I, am definitely not adapting a 100% to the new environment. It's far away and there are 23 unfamiliar faces within these 4 walls. Many of them are loud, outspoken, DARING people. I feel so very &lt;i&gt;intimidated&lt;/i&gt;. I feel &lt;sub&gt;small.&lt;/sub&gt; I try to speak up, but it seems my voice is not heard. I swear, I thought it was loud ENOUGH to be heard. Sigh. Stop making things hard for yourself Rachel. I'll get over this...soon? (Or so I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will soon be here again. It'll start all over again. I hope, I hope, I hope I team with the nice people. I feel so pressured. Gosh. I don't want to go to bed early, but I'm extremely exhausted. When I close my eyes to sleep, tomorrow will be here so very soon. AHH! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4925754836114221987?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4925754836114221987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4925754836114221987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4925754836114221987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4925754836114221987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dread-school.html' title='i dread school'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-5125152166856203755</id><published>2008-03-27T18:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:26.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clouds/dental/crystaljade/kaki bukit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am EXTREMELY bored, so I shall blog on certain events (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glanced out of the window one day [Monday-17thMarch2008], and noticed how pretty the sky was. The real thing would naturally look better, but here are some pictures I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flawless, Thy Sky&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-t8Uo1Y-QI/AAAAAAAAADs/L-VZgUrWEWQ/s1600-h/P3170001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182372490220468482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-t8Uo1Y-QI/AAAAAAAAADs/L-VZgUrWEWQ/s320/P3170001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Clouds, They are Coming&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-t8U41Y-RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kzg8eN9a2oI/s1600-h/P3170008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182372494515435794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-t8U41Y-RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kzg8eN9a2oI/s320/P3170008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What A Fine Sight!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-t8VY1Y-SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/shTLU113ZfQ/s1600-h/P3170013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182372503105370402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-t8VY1Y-SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/shTLU113ZfQ/s320/P3170013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Does it not look like the world is coming to an end?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-t8Vo1Y-TI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9bzeyp0od1M/s1600-h/P3170002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182372507400337714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-t8Vo1Y-TI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9bzeyp0od1M/s320/P3170002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wednesday,19thMarch2008]&lt;br /&gt;Shall put a halt to picture viewing, and bring in a wordy paragraph.. On this day, I went for my dental appointment with both mom &amp;amp; dad at Jurong West. At the dental clinic, there are mini poster-like stuff stuck onto the wall. One of which, was utterly meaningful. I think it's from a Buddhist Temple or something. Take a minute or two to read through, I feel enlightened already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be grateful to those who have hurt or harmed you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for they have reinforced your determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be grateful for those who have deceived you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for they have deepened your insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be grateful for those who have hit you, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for they have reduced your karmic obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be grateful for those who have abandoned you, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for they have taught you to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be grateful for those who have made you stumble, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for they have strengthened your ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be grateful for those who have denounced you, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for they have increased your wisdom and concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wednesday,26thMarch2008]&lt;br /&gt;I met up with some pals from Secondary School, and we dined at &lt;i&gt;Crystal Jade La Mian Xiao Long Bao&lt;/i&gt;. I swear I spend more then 10minutes searching 'high and low' online, for the name of the dish I had, but unfortunately, to no avail. All I can recollect are the words; &lt;u&gt;Shark Bone Soup&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Poached Rice&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Chicken&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Prawn&lt;/u&gt;. Anyway, it's a combi of those stuff, with rice (which appear very much like MAGGOTS) separated when served. I thought what the hell? DEEP FRIED rice? Ha. Little did I know, I'm supposed to pour the rice INTO the soup. I give it 4/5 (: If you're one who cannot stand 'fishy' stuff, then that's not something you'd want to try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-uDxI1Y-UI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4p1XYfwDKfw/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182380676428134722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-uDxI1Y-UI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4p1XYfwDKfw/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next picture, is obviously Xiao Long Bao (aka, X.L.B.);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;following 2 &lt;i&gt;pictures taken from PQ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't the X.L.B. look deflated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-uSt41Y-WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Tu7DqkoF-pk/s1600-h/xlb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182397113267976546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-uSt41Y-WI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Tu7DqkoF-pk/s320/xlb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, some of them had Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's, and chatted..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-uTiY1Y-XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KG_YtYycF30/s1600-h/bnj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182398015211108722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-uTiY1Y-XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KG_YtYycF30/s320/bnj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thursday,27thMarch2008]&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on today, I went on a school excursion thing to Kaki Bukit Prison School. Very &lt;i&gt;"ulu"&lt;/i&gt;. Very much an eye-opener. And I feel like I've just been exposed to another part of the....world (: Upon approaching our destined location, I passed by a couple of buildings with words on it, &lt;b&gt;"Foreign Worker Hostel"&lt;/b&gt; It even comes in 5-stars. Omg? I'm hoping it's the first time you've heard of it too. If not, I must be one hell of a sua-gu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the prison, there was this bird, which looked very...urmm..prison-y? Okay, I'm being mean I know. But it looked evil one way or another, with ruffled up feather, flapping its wings away. Anyway, the place (the prison), used to be a Primary School. Quite cramped up, and LOTS OF gates &amp;amp; fences all over. &lt;sub&gt;I wonder how Mas Selamat escaped.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed us videos, toured around. I told Val it's though the principal giving us our Freshman Orientation Tour at our NEW school. Their cell is about the size of our Secondary School classrooms, maybe smaller, definitely not bigger. 18 inmates to 1 cell. 3 oscilating fans, 4 concrete walls, a little area for toilet business. Very warm &amp;amp; stuffy. Their classrooms are very much alike to ours but again, smaller. Occupying max 26 students aged 18-40plus. This is the ONLY prison in SouthEast Asia which provides education (GCE 'N', 'O', 'A' levels...Nitec in Electronics and something else I can't rmb). Certain parts of the premises were designed by themselves and I'm truly amazed. Fine, FINE art. They have this multimedia area, and I think the inmates will make GREAT RP students. Why? WHATEVER computer skills are SELF-taught through books. And they showed us a few stuff they created. *Applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of the trip. HIGHLIGHT of the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-uUvI1Y-YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mQqtNVHpCeE/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182399333766068610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-uUvI1Y-YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mQqtNVHpCeE/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. This man beside Val...w-e-i-r-d-o alert! Circled in red; his hat &amp;amp; fingers were COVERED with all sorts of gems. Like WTH. His ENTIRE hat has diamonds, ruby, emerald, topaz, etc etc stuck on his hat. Rings on almost every single finger. Around his neck, HUGE pearls (bigger than a golf ball) and badges on his jacket. The dumbest thing is.....him &lt;b&gt;hao lian-ing&lt;/b&gt; away. See that thing circled in green? He was checking in public, the authencity of those gems. For goodness sake. Look at the background, those people checking him out. Tsktsk. When I stood up, I wanted to take a clearer picture, but...quite hard to. Oh well. Funny like~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-5125152166856203755?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/5125152166856203755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=5125152166856203755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5125152166856203755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5125152166856203755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/03/cloudsdentalcrystaljadekaki-bukit.html' title='clouds/dental/crystaljade/kaki bukit'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R-t8Uo1Y-QI/AAAAAAAAADs/L-VZgUrWEWQ/s72-c/P3170001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-1877552894429746607</id><published>2008-03-15T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:27.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday, 11th March 2008, Kylie came over and we baked a cake for her mother's birthday. When it comes to baking, I dare label ourselves &lt;u&gt;noobs&lt;/u&gt;. Two silly people happily followed the instructions from the recipe book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tHvnBGf2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/4A1SW9qMXrY/s1600-h/DSC01072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177811079845543778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tHvnBGf2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/4A1SW9qMXrY/s200/DSC01072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tHvnBGf3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cuWDpJtBKjk/s1600-h/DSC01073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177811079845543794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tHvnBGf3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cuWDpJtBKjk/s200/DSC01073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tHv3BGf4I/AAAAAAAAADM/Dss967TPgME/s1600-h/DSC01076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177811084140511106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tHv3BGf4I/AAAAAAAAADM/Dss967TPgME/s200/DSC01076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ought to be more pictures, but we had lots of sifting and mixing to do. And, and..the end product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tJc3BGf6I/AAAAAAAAADc/O0m-kwjQfjk/s1600-h/DSC01080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177812956746252194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tJc3BGf6I/AAAAAAAAADc/O0m-kwjQfjk/s200/DSC01080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea. Check that solid black thing out. Hahaha. Don't laugh okay, it's made with LOVE (: So anyway, turns out the recipe had not one, but TWO errors in it. Damn the translator who translated Chinese to English. 5 eggs, become 1 egg. 1/2 a teaspoon of salt, become 1/2 tablespoon. You can probably imagine how flat and SALTY the cake is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Pictures taken from Kylie)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tLE3BGf7I/AAAAAAAAADk/q_vOPGyvJNc/s1600-h/Lollipop.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177814743452647346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tLE3BGf7I/AAAAAAAAADk/q_vOPGyvJNc/s200/Lollipop.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (company's logo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the school holidays (for Primary &amp;amp; Secondary) now, there's a holiday workshop at my workplace (which just ended yesterday). There was this girl, Melodee, I took for her bag painting workshop on Thursday. Pretty, young girl who's very cheeky and creative. On Friday, when I came, she gave me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tJc3BGf5I/AAAAAAAAADU/LCs0vDylAjg/s1600-h/P3150002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177812956746252178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tJc3BGf5I/AAAAAAAAADU/LCs0vDylAjg/s200/P3150002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet huh? A colleague asked me to laminate and keep it. Maybe I'll do that. Currently contemplating on whether I should continue working when school resumes. Will see how it goes la (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-1877552894429746607?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/1877552894429746607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=1877552894429746607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1877552894429746607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1877552894429746607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-tuesday-11th-march-2008-kylie-came.html' title=''/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/R9tHvnBGf2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/4A1SW9qMXrY/s72-c/DSC01072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-8064354224102530866</id><published>2008-02-28T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:52:03.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden mood to blog</title><content type='html'>2days away from a brand new month, I find myself sitting on my office-like chair typing away on my leafgreen laptop (: Yes, Rachel is resurrecting her almost-dead blog and publishing the 201th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how many of us WANT to write in diaries, so that in the many years to come we can take them out to read and laugh how silly we were back then? Well, I've finally given up the thought of doing so. Thus, created a new way to jot down my neverending memories. What? Writing down little notes of events on my calendar. Ofcourse I won't be able to remember every single microscopic details, but enough to know such an event had taken place in my life. (You know how terrible my memory gets...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so a handful of my friends know what's my current holiday job. To those who haven't got the slightest clue, &lt;i&gt;ahem..&lt;/i&gt; My occupation is an Assistant Art Instructor (a.k.a. Teacher) Yeah yeah, open your jaw wide and exclaim "You're kidding right?" Haha. I wouldn't say its a tough job, but manageable. It's entirely a WHOLE NEW EXPERIENCE. Something I never thought I'd do. Kids, can be exceedingly annoying yet adorable at the same time. There are instances where I feel like pouring the bucket of water (used to wash the paintbrushes) over their heads. The working days are really irregular. Hence, pay = peanuts. But I shan't complain because many of my friends are still jobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the few weeks, I've been out with my different circles of friends. Secondary mates, Year1 Semester 01 and 02, and more outings to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be heading down to the beach after (emphasizes) &lt;u&gt;SO LONG&lt;/u&gt;! I can't wait to wriggle my toes into the soft sand, soak my feet in the icy cold water, lay on the sand with sunblock on my skin &amp; wait to recieve smooches from the sun, at the same time play good songs to match the atmosphere. OMG. I'm filled with excitement just thinking about it. CONS? Waking up early to prepare. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Saturday, I'll be skipping work to celebrate a friend's birthday, picnic-style. And there'll be cake too. I can totally imagine (as seen on cartoons), ants carrying away my cake and all the other delicious food from the red&amp;amp;white-checked picnic mat. Okay, snap into reality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next week, I'll be meeting up with another friend for sushi and movie. Picture me savouring slices AND slices of cold salmon sashimi, sipping hot green tea and talking about almost, anything. After that, snuggling into the comfy seats at the cinema allowing my food to digest and process into....&lt;i&gt;fats&lt;/i&gt;...HAHA, whattheheck, eat &amp; be merry!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Adios Amigos (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-8064354224102530866?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/8064354224102530866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=8064354224102530866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8064354224102530866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8064354224102530866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/02/2days-away-from-brand-new-month-i-find.html' title='sudden mood to blog'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-3969406964041876480</id><published>2008-02-03T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:03:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of year1semester2</title><content type='html'>200th post!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Year 01, Semester 02; ended 2days ago, and I'm surprisingly not too happy about it. I think I actually enjoyed being with my Semester2 mates. Haha. A friend said to me, "You're the sort who can't accept new changes" -- &lt;i&gt;or something to the extend of that.&lt;/i&gt; And he's goddamn right. ARGH. Please, please let me meet &lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt; people next semester (and the next, and next and next...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been missing so, SO MANY PEOPLE lately. I want very much to go out and chat over a cuppa, but it's kinda hard I guess. Ohwhattheheck, those were excuses. Okay, this holiday, I'll ask them out and hopefully...my plans don't flop!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4 days to the Lunar New Year, and 3 days to reunion dinner. -&lt;i&gt;in search of festive mood&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was suppose to begin &lt;u&gt;Operation: Spring Cleaning&lt;/u&gt; HOURS AGO and my lazy bones, they won't budge. My room's in a mess, I don't know where to start. Bummer~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-3969406964041876480?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/3969406964041876480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=3969406964041876480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3969406964041876480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3969406964041876480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/02/end-of-year1semester2.html' title='end of year1semester2'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-8338761757184966552</id><published>2008-01-11T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:42:25.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week down, 3 weeks to go</title><content type='html'>Lifting from my MSN nick: 1 week down, 3 weeks to go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I do feel a tad of remorse when I type that down. Whenever I start getting used to things (in this case, people &amp; environment), it's time to say farewell. And this is something, I'll have to get used to eventually. Oh well, this post ain't suppose to be depressing (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IT'S FRIDAY TODAY! Which means I'll get to sleep reeeaally late and eveeeenn LATER. Oh boy, I miss the days I wake up at noon, wake up have lunch, relaaaaaaaaax &amp; enjoy life until it's time to go into snooze mode. On January 11 2008, I have the NEW-YEAR mood. Wth? I'm late by 11days (ok, now I sound like I'm pregnant). Was that a really bad joke? Shoot me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah-ha! I'd take this opportunity to wish some of my friends (whichever of my friends birthdays fall on January) -- HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I was suppose to get b'day cards last week but I was...too lazy? ): Next year..I'll do it next year (: And for the upcoming birthdays (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-8338761757184966552?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/8338761757184966552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=8338761757184966552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8338761757184966552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8338761757184966552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-week-down-3-weeks-to-go.html' title='1 week down, 3 weeks to go'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2826398573644458330</id><published>2008-01-02T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:06:37.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #2 2008</title><content type='html'>Lookie people (: It's DAY #2 of Year 2008.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been jammed packed with activities lately, pretty much time-killing. But going out on consecutive days can be pretty darn draining 'cause of all the walking. But hey! Drains away oil (excess fat) too! &lt;i&gt;grins&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, belated greetings for the NEW YEAR &amp; Christmas. Both my countdowns were at home this year. Apparently some of my friends found it unbelievable. But I think it's okay la (: Like getting excited by myself last night while being home alone (not exactly, my grandparents were asleep &amp; no family members home). When the clock struck twelve, I spammed like crazy on MSN. Okay, that sounds kinda dumb I realise. But whattheheck, ignorance! Couldn't get my SMS(es) sent out till I don't know what time, heavy traffic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A friend just talked to me about New Year Resoultions, and I told him I can't really be bothered anymore because every year I set them, but NEVER follow. So what's the point right? Then he says "At least I know where I'm heading to". But I don't even know where I WANT to head to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;School's resuming in another 5days. Dread it, not. Haha. Because when school re-opens, it means my 10week holiday is COMING UP SOON! This 4week school term is going to flllllyyy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's 103am, and I'm not tired yet. But I'll try to sleep. The dark rings are emerging. Goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2826398573644458330?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2826398573644458330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2826398573644458330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2826398573644458330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2826398573644458330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-2-2008.html' title='Day #2 2008'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-7778573995278682655</id><published>2007-12-22T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:45:26.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, it's December. Maybe, just maybe, everyone's favourite month. 'Cause it is the festive month (presents!), and it also means a brand new year is coming. Somehow, I don't have that &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;...(that the year is ending &amp;amp; all..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been really, really different for me. Think maybe it's because of Polytechnic. Like another step in life. But I think I've grown with these new experiences, as they come along my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007. Especially December, have not been a good month. I experienced loss, I grieved. I did something I never did in my entire life (believe it or not), I skipped school. (there goes my record!) And this year's probably the year I've visited the doctor's most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little elaboration for the clueless:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious little darling (my hamster) parted from the world on 10th December, at around 10 in the morning. I was in school then. When I recieved the news, tears streamed down my face immediately. I cried, and I cried. Some say, "It's just a hamster." But she (my hamster) has somehow become part of my family. I adore her truckloads. Unfortunately, after approximately 2.5years she has to go. Till today, I still think of her. We had a mini funeral for her at the park. I very much want to visit her grave, but afraid I'd weep again. Things come and go. Life...a cruel thing. I regret so much not bidding her farewell that very morning. Of all mornings, why must mommy wake me up late that day. (No, I'm not blaming her.) Normally, after my bath I play with her a little while, feed her. But not that day. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;On 11th December, I left after my test, because I've got sty infection  (some eye infection). My left eye swelled up till I couldn't see and it was so painful. My facilitator asked me to go home. The next day, I didn't go for class too. Classmates of mine would know I've never skipped school before. Not once. But on 12th December, I did. Oh well, there's a first time to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is 'Christmas Eve' eve. I've got all my presents ready for my loved ones. And have two parties coming up. Oh dear, I hate crowds. Time to take the familiar smiley mask out of the dusty old shelf (ok, ok. I don't have a dusty old shelf =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you family &amp;amp; friends, for accompanying me throughout 2007. A New Year awaits us. New challenges awaits us. LOVES! (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-7778573995278682655?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/7778573995278682655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=7778573995278682655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7778573995278682655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7778573995278682655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes-its-december.html' title=''/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-1551664816594185289</id><published>2007-11-25T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:36:04.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I collapsed.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I collapsed by the roadside yesterday.&lt;/i&gt; The whole experience was frightful, I must admit. My parents say I have been overly hungry because I woke up around 12plus and only had a bowl of cereal which lasted until 6plus (the time I blacked out). But I really didn't feel hungry at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' anniversary is tomorrow (Monday) and we had planned to celebrate in advance yesterday (Saturday), but before that we decided to pay a visit to my paternal grandmother. During the visit, I was feeling a tad tired, so I laid on the sofa to rest (and eventually fell asleep). I was woken up by my parents and told that we were leaving. I bid farewell to my &lt;i&gt;ahma&lt;/i&gt; and set off to meet my brother at United Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the house to the bus stop, I was feeling perfectly fine. Until a sudden struck of nausea hit me. I quickly sat down and asked my mom for sweets. Apparently it didn’t work and I bee-lined my way to the nearest drain (which was about a meter or so away). After approximately ten steps I lost balance and (was told) swaying to the side. My parents noticed and quickly rushed over to me, where I blacked out. &lt;b&gt;They had a bad scare.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They carried me into the taxi where I laid motionless. I can remember vividly though, the anxiety in my parents voice "Rachel, are you ok? Can you hear me?" Many things flashed through my mind then. The feeling was almost as though I was...dying? I felt so weak and hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later, I picked myself up and wanted to throw up. I signalled my mother and she quickly asked the driver for a plastic bag. After which, I had more sweets to get back my glucose level. The driver kept insisting on bringing me to Tan Tock Seng A&amp;amp;E but I ensured my parents I was feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At United Square, dad bought me a banana to fill my stomach asap. And soon, we made our way to the restaurant where we had our dinner (: I'm glad the celebration wasn't cancelled. And I'm so thankful for my parents and the taxi driver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-1551664816594185289?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/1551664816594185289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=1551664816594185289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1551664816594185289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1551664816594185289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-collapsed.html' title='I collapsed.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2536786194382087769</id><published>2007-10-26T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:30:53.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life isn't about waiting for a storm to pass</title><content type='html'>There is a saying, "Life isn't about waiting for a storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain". But, everytime I attempt to dance, I slip and fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2536786194382087769?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2536786194382087769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2536786194382087769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2536786194382087769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2536786194382087769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-isnt-about-waiting-for-storm-to.html' title='Life isn&apos;t about waiting for a storm to pass'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-1821420172713261224</id><published>2007-09-15T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:49:25.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 week holiday, gone with the wind</title><content type='html'>Hola (spanish for hello/hi) my friends!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. I'm in the mood to UPDATE my blog now now &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;. Before I lose that feel again (My attempt in typing entries for the past dont-know-how-many-times failed, badly), I better keep my fingers going. Alright. So let me start off with the not-so-happy stuff, then move on to the..happier ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS STARTING -this coming Monday! Dang. New classmates. New facilitators (lecturers, they call them, in other polytechnics). New..environment? New beginning. Shoot! ;( Ah, got to get the hang of it. Yes, I can cope. Hmm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maternal grandparents have shifted in awhile ago and I'm trying hard to adapt to the new changes. You know how my grandma can't sit still and do NOTHING (ok, you don't), anyway it annoys me &lt;s&gt;sometimes&lt;/s&gt; most of the times when she meddles with my stuff. Am building my patience level really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooooo-ving on. Been making &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; full use of the 3 week holiday. Had gatherings, meet ups, celebrations, lunch &amp;amp; dinner appointments, shopping dates. Quite an enjoyable holiday I must say (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've to go take my shower now...heading out for dinner. ADIOS AMIGOS! Will update again another time (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-1821420172713261224?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/1821420172713261224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=1821420172713261224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1821420172713261224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1821420172713261224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-week-holiday-gone-with-wind.html' title='3 week holiday, gone with the wind'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4029279630248103418</id><published>2007-08-12T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:05:07.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>highlights</title><content type='html'>Hi all! some updates/highlights to post on (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, 4th August, was out with my parents at VivoCity, to do a little shopping for my gift from them (and my brother). Poor them, following me around everywhere. By the end of the day, all of our legs were so tired. Anyhow, the highlight of the day was that I bumped into a really, really old friend! My really bosom buddy from primary four. For years we kept in touch, met up. And, for a few years since, we've not done so. All good things come to an end? Lol. Rubbish :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, 7th August, I received lots of wishes, and after that belated ones. Again, thank you all, very much. On that day, in class the class sang me a birthday song. Actually not once, but thrice? For everytime someone who missed the 'singing session' (from going to the toilet), they decided to sing again. It was embarrassing, yet heart-warming at the same time. In the evening I celebrated my birthday with my beloved family, together with my grandparents. Very simple celebration with dinner and cake, but lovely. 'Cause not everybody get to do that. These days, I try to snap as many family pictures as possible, during celebrations. As much as I dislike taking pictures, they are for memorial purposes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, 11th August, went out with 3-in-1 buddy. Destination One, Clarke Quay's CENTRAL (the new mall), the one my brother said was done with it's renovations. Pfft. Apparently not. A waste of time going there. Thank goodness for train concession! Heh. After that we headed down to Marina Square and then Suntec City, there we wanted to dine at Subway, but the stinking place ran out of bread. Double pffft. So we ended up dining at the foodcourt :D Walked alot, and my feet ached. After the long-ish day, we bought ourselves Yummi Yoghurt from Lot1 and then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 12th August, will be going to my grandparent's place later. My grandfather fell yesterday and he has bruises and grazes on his knees. Ouch. Alright, think I have to shower now. Adios amigos ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4029279630248103418?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4029279630248103418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4029279630248103418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4029279630248103418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4029279630248103418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/08/highlights.html' title='highlights'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-7043164010395469418</id><published>2007-07-29T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:29.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tmr is porpor's bday</title><content type='html'>HAPPY (advanced) BIRTHDAY PORPOR!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Okay, she won't be reading this, but nevermind (: We celebrated her birthday a moment ago. The actual day is tomorrow though. Snap a couple of pictures with her, yay! I love my grandma to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanced upon these few pictures and thought they were pretty adorable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Rqyk-gjAN3I/AAAAAAAAACg/Gd_dqNaUhJY/s1600-h/Youre_Not_Cheese_by_BobtheSponge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092626672444782450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Rqyk-gjAN3I/AAAAAAAAACg/Gd_dqNaUhJY/s200/Youre_Not_Cheese_by_BobtheSponge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Rqyl_AjAN4I/AAAAAAAAACo/FfFRJXX5a9A/s1600-h/Spongebob_Ninjapants_by_willgreg123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092627780546344834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Rqyl_AjAN4I/AAAAAAAAACo/FfFRJXX5a9A/s200/Spongebob_Ninjapants_by_willgreg123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RqynRgjAN5I/AAAAAAAAACw/QmtxDen99tM/s1600-h/___GASP_by_Dokuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092629197885552530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RqynRgjAN5I/AAAAAAAAACw/QmtxDen99tM/s200/___GASP_by_Dokuro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATEST UPDATE: 6 weeks down, FOUR WEEKS TO GO!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh...and the telly is repaired (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-7043164010395469418?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/7043164010395469418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=7043164010395469418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7043164010395469418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7043164010395469418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/07/tmr-is-porpors-bday.html' title='tmr is porpor&apos;s bday'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Rqyk-gjAN3I/AAAAAAAAACg/Gd_dqNaUhJY/s72-c/Youre_Not_Cheese_by_BobtheSponge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-6436649864008184705</id><published>2007-07-27T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:29:24.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tv broke down</title><content type='html'>MY TV BROKE DOWN. I think two days ago. Damn. On Saturday (tomorrow), some man is going to pop down my place to &lt;i&gt;attempt to&lt;/i&gt; repair the television. I'm secretly hoping inside that it's beyond repair so that we can get a new one. Ha! (; Mom says the telly is more then 10 years old. Maybe a couple of years younger than me? Ahhh. I want that sleek, sexy looking LCD television (saw it at Causeway Point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday once again. Time seems to fly by exceptionally fast these days. (I think I've mentioned this before O.o) Few more weeks to go before holiday commences.. &lt;u&gt;[squeals in delight]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-6436649864008184705?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/6436649864008184705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=6436649864008184705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6436649864008184705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6436649864008184705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/07/tv-broke-down.html' title='tv broke down'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-7457110292410582503</id><published>2007-07-24T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:30.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sat &amp; sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with my 3 of my Secondary School peeps. Met them in the early afternoon and travelled around town area. Ate, and ate. Talked, laughed, had lots of fun. Then catched the 645pm Harry Potter show with one of them. Fantastic show, I actually got pretty hyped up after the movie. I don't know why there were so many negative comments circulating around. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with them like every..1month plus? I look forward to those moments always. People I used to see DAILY (well, almost) for 5 years, now I see barely. Oh, how I can't wait for the holidays to arrive. Sad thing is, it last for merely 3weeks! Bummer. Have to make FULL use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RqWTBQjAN1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RZRBovGNrg4/s1600-h/P7221107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090636603643148114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RqWTBQjAN1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RZRBovGNrg4/s200/P7221107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check that out (:&lt;br /&gt;Delicious looking? Hahaha. Mom made breakfast in the morning. That's not my plate actually. It's my dad's sunny-side ups. I opted for scrambled eggs. Together with healthy wheat bread. Mmm (; I pinched a teeny-weeny little bit off my bread and shared it with my darling squiggly-boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RqWVRAjAN2I/AAAAAAAAACY/n7vUeVU0d6M/s1600-h/P7221108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090639073249343330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RqWVRAjAN2I/AAAAAAAAACY/n7vUeVU0d6M/s200/P7221108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon my maternal grandparents came and bought Nasi Lemak. Nono, couldn't share my meal with it this time. Heh (: But she was sniffing here and there and stumbled down the stairs ._."" Those were the highlights of the day, end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-7457110292410582503?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/7457110292410582503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=7457110292410582503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7457110292410582503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7457110292410582503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/07/sat-sun.html' title='sat &amp; sun'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RqWTBQjAN1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RZRBovGNrg4/s72-c/P7221107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-341032678164038950</id><published>2007-07-12T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:22:18.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed</title><content type='html'>‘cause right now I’m feeling pretty disappointed with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-341032678164038950?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/341032678164038950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=341032678164038950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/341032678164038950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/341032678164038950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/07/disappointed.html' title='disappointed'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-1960736347507477456</id><published>2007-07-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:52:15.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bbss, on the process of being demolished.</title><content type='html'>Went to my grandma's place on Sunday and when the taxi passed by my secondary school I was like HOLYCOW! part of the building has been whammed into bits and pieces. &lt;i&gt;ouch&lt;/i&gt;. hahaha. goodbye old (literally old..) school, goodbye memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-1960736347507477456?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/1960736347507477456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=1960736347507477456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1960736347507477456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1960736347507477456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/07/bbss-on-process-of-being-demolished.html' title='bbss, on the process of being demolished.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-5880945091773596076</id><published>2007-07-08T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:31.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown to holiday/scholarship/transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I decided to post an entry (:&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is the earth spinning faster and faster. 'Cause it has been 3 weeks since school re-opened and I'm left with 7 more weeks to go before the next holidays and before I change my class. Look below, I'm doing a countdown thing. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUNE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlighted in blue: The 1st day of school&lt;br /&gt;Striked out in red: Those days are so over (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RpA2ne6udHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8L59ipCauaA/s1600-h/june.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084624031243465842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RpA2ne6udHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8L59ipCauaA/s200/june.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JULY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlighted in blue: Today&lt;br /&gt;Striked out in red: Another week down&lt;br /&gt;Boxes in green: Upcoming tests (pffft!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RpA4K-6udII/AAAAAAAAACA/E5gP7DFXkzE/s1600-h/july.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084625740640449666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RpA4K-6udII/AAAAAAAAACA/E5gP7DFXkzE/s200/july.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RpA4K-6udII/AAAAAAAAACA/E5gP7DFXkzE/s1600-h/july.PNG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AUGUST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlighted in blue: The first day of 3 week long holiday&lt;br /&gt;Circled in red: Holiday&lt;br /&gt;Circled in orange: Birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;(shitty thing? falls on the same day as my stinking test)&lt;br /&gt;Boxes in green: More tests );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RpA54e6udJI/AAAAAAAAACI/WL_SOYyGVSc/s1600-h/august.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084627621836125330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RpA54e6udJI/AAAAAAAAACI/WL_SOYyGVSc/s200/august.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for this talk held in school yesterday morning. Talked about my course. And I tell you..I'm beginning to LOVE my job in the future. Ha! Lots to say, lazy to type (: Anyway, I'm so pumped now to work hard. Twalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the talk, I came back home and watch &lt;i&gt;John Tucker Must Die&lt;/i&gt; and theeeen. In the evening went to watch &lt;i&gt;Transformers&lt;/i&gt;. OMG. Bloody awesome action-packed movie. I kinda think there's gonna be a sequel to it. Oh well. Anyway, my upcoming days, I'm going to be busy-ing myself with talks in school (to earn myself CE points; Have to clear 40pts by the end of year 3), signing up for events (for my IG a.k.a. CCA), have to be pro-active and study real hard to get my scholarship (worth 20k). Wooot! Sounds damn cool right? Ha! Getting it is going to be SUPER tough, but I'll try anyhow. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-5880945091773596076?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/5880945091773596076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=5880945091773596076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5880945091773596076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5880945091773596076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/07/countdown-to-holidayscholarshiptransfor.html' title='countdown to holiday/scholarship/transformers'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RpA2ne6udHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8L59ipCauaA/s72-c/june.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-7430261131398193359</id><published>2007-06-25T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:21:17.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for my granduncle.</title><content type='html'>One of the very common phrase people often use/say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Never take things/people for granted.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all know it's true. But as much as we agree, sometimes that fact just slips off our minds. And viola, we are back to taking them for granted. Inevitable? I'd probably have to say so. So at the midst of talking about this, I would like to apologise to anybody &lt;s&gt;(or anything)&lt;/s&gt; I've taken for granted of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire life been's topsy-turvy these few weeks. That long break away at Korea frankly, wasn't enough. But how much could I enjoy, knowing that I left pain &amp; sorrow behind whilst I'm out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned about my grand-uncle's incident 2 posts ago. Unfortunately, more complications occurred and it has been 8days since he has left us. Though not a &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; close relative of mine, he has made an impact in my life and left fond memories I'd never forget. I wanted very much to tell him that. But there's always the but(s) that refrains us from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maternal) Family gatherings...will never be the same again. He was always there. He always whistled or made tunes. He always walked around with his handy black portable phone. He had his catchy-catchphrases my cousins, brother and I would never forget. He always placed veggie on our plates. He loves chilli. I'd often watch him play Mahjong with my parents &amp; grandparents. He'd always watch all the blockbuster movies and tell us something about it during visits. He was a very health conscious person. He exercised alot. Ate lots of veggie &amp;amp; fruits. But his health.....Why? Why do such stuff often happen to healthy people? The last time I spoke to him..was when he was sitting in his kitchen..he thanked my brother and I for visting him. That was it. Man..This brings back such unpleasant memories. Still, this entry would be a memorial thing...From me to him.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my dad got admitted to the hospital. He's been having fever for the past two/three days and the doctor suspected it to be dengue. THANK GOODNESS it isn't. After the blood tests and all, he's back home. I pray everyday for my loved ones to be happy &amp;amp; healthy. Please fufill my prayer(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-7430261131398193359?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/7430261131398193359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=7430261131398193359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7430261131398193359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7430261131398193359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-my-granduncle.html' title='for my granduncle.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4373381725435097410</id><published>2007-06-06T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:14:39.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>korea here i come!</title><content type='html'>adios amigo(s).&lt;br /&gt;flight takes off at 1030pm ):&lt;br /&gt;korea here i come!&lt;br /&gt;byebye sunny (and bloody hot) singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4373381725435097410?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4373381725435097410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4373381725435097410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4373381725435097410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4373381725435097410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/06/korea-here-i-come.html' title='korea here i come!'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-8541724352550799015</id><published>2007-05-28T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:15:48.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a post, after a long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;big&gt;A POST AFTER A LONG TIME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. There are loads to update on I realise. But, again, LAZY-ness is holding me back. Okkkkkk. Where do I begin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with me and my immediate family's been doing great so far. My parents have been the best two pillar of supports anybody can have. School has made a vast change in my lifestyle. Namely, coming online. As some have noticed, the frequency of me appearing online is pretty, low. I actually find it a chore logging onto the net. Besides, I'm online from 9-430pm every Monday - Friday (for school purposes). And when I get home from school I appear offline, complete my work and then log off the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to family issues. My maternal grandmother's brother recently underwent 2 operations, resulting in many other problems, causing my grandma to suffer a great deal of _________ (I dont know what word to put in, but think of anything negative and fill in the blanks), in turn leading to my mom's unhappiness (she feels my grandma's pain &amp; sufferings and feels upset about not being able to do much to lessen her load). I hope these dark, heavy clouds drift away soon. I wish for everyone to be happy and to be in the pink of health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday today. And naturally, I have the blues. Am very looking forward to the holidays. First stop, 31st May 2007, VESAK DAY. Then drag myself to school for another day and......Second stop, 2June - 17June, vacation! I'll be flying off to ______ from 6June-13June. Hooray. Stay tuned to find out where ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how can I almost forget to add this in: &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I still hate school.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-8541724352550799015?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/8541724352550799015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=8541724352550799015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8541724352550799015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8541724352550799015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-after-long-time.html' title='a post, after a long time.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-871316996095464121</id><published>2007-05-08T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:09:31.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do today</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;THINGS TO DO TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get up&lt;br /&gt;2. Survive&lt;br /&gt;3. Go back to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-871316996095464121?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/871316996095464121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=871316996095464121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/871316996095464121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/871316996095464121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-to-do-today.html' title='things to do today'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-14478206546962651</id><published>2007-04-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:29:32.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like dying. i havent got the will to live.</title><content type='html'>I feel like a complete nuisance. To my family. To my friends. Especially my mother. I’ve reached the stage of life where I think life is not worth living. Nothing keeps me going in life anymore. Okay, maybe my loved ones. If it wasn’t for them, I swear I’d give up on myself. How immature of me you might think. The reason behind all these shit? School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get worried over the slightest things easily. You know how sometimes planes would fly by or something, and it seems like those war shows where they release bombs and stuff? When I listen to the sound of airplanes flying by, I keep chanting in my head, “Bomb me, bomb me, let me die” or something like that. Or when I sleep, I wish I’d not wake up. But immediately after thoughts of death, I think of the people I love. And I’d tell myself to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cycle happens over and over again. Like now, I manage to pick myself back up from melancholy, after awhile, I’d just sink right back into depression. Dammit. I hate myself for being so weak. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got loads to say. But I suddenly haven’t got the mood to write. I feel like dying. I haven't got the will to live. End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-14478206546962651?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/14478206546962651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=14478206546962651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/14478206546962651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/14478206546962651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel-like-dying-i-havent-got-will-to.html' title='i feel like dying. i havent got the will to live.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-7362262838334439703</id><published>2007-04-15T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:44:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Begins Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE SCHOOL IS STARTING TOMORROW! Ugh. Somebody stab me, hard. Please. Time flies, literally. At first, I didn't think so. But now, I do. I can't actually believe approximately four to five months have passed since the O'levels ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I went for Day 1 of the orientation. Which sucked real bad. It was classroom orientation. Meaning, we went through how a normal day's lesson would, and for crying out loud, I wanted to run home and cry. I faced so much trouble from my &lt;i&gt;super highly secured&lt;/i&gt; firewall. From the day I configured my laptop at RP, until today. Good thing I had my mom and friend to rely on that day. Or I could have 'died' in school that day. Probably suffer from a mental breakdown or something. Exaggerating now? I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've more or less met my classmates. And I feel utterly intimidated by them. They seem to be able to carry themselves off pretty darn well. Being me, one who hides in my own shell and one whom doesn't dare exert myself, I feel really, really &lt;sub&gt;small.&lt;/sub&gt; The worst part of it is, we have presentation &lt;b&gt;every single day&lt;/b&gt;, which will be graded. &lt;u&gt;(cry me a river)&lt;/u&gt; I have, I have, I HAVE TO OVERCOME MY FEAR! Sigh. But who am I trying to kid. Inside, it's like more than a gallon of tears accumulating, waiting to erupt out of my eyes. I hate beginnings. Abhor them. Pfft. Somebody save me. Damn, I'm being such a baby. I know. &lt;i&gt;I can't help it....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I wish everybody many MANY happy days ahead. And may tomorrow start off beautifully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-7362262838334439703?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/7362262838334439703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=7362262838334439703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7362262838334439703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7362262838334439703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-begins-tomorrow.html' title='School Begins Tomorrow'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4145010158794611063</id><published>2007-04-07T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RhZ7PTVQyPI/AAAAAAAAABw/doERkaPbXLw/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050359534960298226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RhZ7PTVQyPI/AAAAAAAAABw/doERkaPbXLw/s200/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4145010158794611063?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4145010158794611063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4145010158794611063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4145010158794611063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4145010158794611063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RhZ7PTVQyPI/AAAAAAAAABw/doERkaPbXLw/s72-c/DSC00177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2637455055179672747</id><published>2007-04-06T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:24:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>definition of DIARY.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are run run running through my head right now. Anyhow, here's today's 'topic'. Blogspot. Blogger. Aka, An Online Diary. Then I think, DIARY. Isn't a &lt;i&gt;diary&lt;/i&gt; something we write our personal thoughts, encounters, feelings in? So, to confirm what I thought a diary is, I looked up dictionary.com and this is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;di·a·ry [dahy-uh-ree]&lt;br /&gt;1. a daily record, usually private, esp. of the writer's own experiences, observations, feelings, attitudes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2. a book for keeping such a record.&lt;br /&gt;3. a book or pad containing pages marked and arranged in calendar order, in which to note appointments and the like.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think, it's really dumb. (I reckon I've mentioned this to a friend or did I type this down before? Ah, what the heck) What is a diary when I have difficulties writing/typing my true &lt;i&gt;feelings, experiences, observations, attitudes, etc&lt;/i&gt; in it? It's far too restricted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about feelings. How many of you leave in all the abhorrence, the disgust, the &lt;big&gt;HATE&lt;/big&gt;, the animosity, the rage within you? How many of you restrain, bite your own tongue when the urge of blurting everything out is so strong? I do. My whole life, I haven't really stood up for, or even TO myself. I feel like a failure. I guess I haven't got the guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bloody hell. This post is so..bleak and &lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&gt;. Lol (: Again, I'm so tempted to clear off this whole entry. But I guess if you read this, I made it in clicking PUBLISH huh? Cheers people, the sun is shining brightly outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2637455055179672747?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2637455055179672747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2637455055179672747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2637455055179672747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2637455055179672747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/04/definition-of-diary.html' title='definition of DIARY.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-6071491567794403382</id><published>2007-03-25T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T03:21:12.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Fondue</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet connection is serious KILLING me. I think there's something terribly wrong with the modem. And the worst part of the whole thing is, the SingNet people told my mother that they can only come down on the 4th of April to repair the damn thing. (stares blankly at the screen for about 3.5 seconds, then grabs the calendar) As of now &lt;i&gt;-25th March, Sunday 02:29AM-&lt;/i&gt; to 4th April, that's 11days! &lt;sub&gt;omg.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Constant&lt;/b&gt; disconnecting from MSN every few seconds. I can barely make a conversation out of it, and have to resort to sending emails. I think if I can't send emails, I'd write letters, paste stamps, post it, and wait for the postman to deliver my messages for me. Boo. Okay, let me look on the brighter side of things. At least I can still blog, can still surf sites &lt;s&gt;(which lag &lt;u&gt;big time&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh! (: Enough ranting on that. The two girls came over to my place today. And we pretty much had a &lt;b&gt;blast&lt;/b&gt;! Two regular sized pizza, and 3 jumbo wings. AND. Chocolate fondue. (&lt;i&gt;I've got pictures to put up, but it's way to laggy. Man!&lt;/i&gt;) Anyway, our fondue almost failed &lt;b&gt;miserably&lt;/b&gt;. Fortunately my brother came to our rescue. Ha! It was all lumpy and thick at the beginning, then we added in the rest of the cream and viola! Chocolate Fondue with marshmellows, kiwi(s) &amp; strawberries. It was fun (and finger-licking good) really, TEAMWORK. heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;Adios Amigo(s)&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-6071491567794403382?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/6071491567794403382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=6071491567794403382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6071491567794403382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6071491567794403382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/03/chocolate-fondue.html' title='Chocolate Fondue'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2670290948148932298</id><published>2007-03-20T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:37:00.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own version of the Pursuit of Happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, 17 March 2007, my &lt;s&gt;stinking&lt;/s&gt; alarm buzzed at 720am. There was meant to be this gathering (Guides), but only 7 people turned up. Played ball games, and soaked in the sun. And damn. I'm burnt. Pffft. Should have put on my sunblock. Too late for regrets thou. Now, my face is showing (and I can bloody feel it -&lt;i&gt;rough skin&lt;/i&gt;) signs of peeling. Once again, I'm going to look like I've got skin disease. This is actually my second visit to the beach. My first was last week with Kylie. Second, this. And my THIRD visit would be next week. (&lt;i&gt;aghast&lt;/i&gt;) I'll put on thick layers of sunblock all over. I have to! Yipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Thursday, 15 March 2007, was out with Kylie and Sherlin for Sushi Buffet. (&lt;i&gt;Finally killed your cravings huh sis? =x&lt;/i&gt;) And they popped over my place after that and we &lt;u&gt;chilled out&lt;/u&gt;. OMG. happ&lt;i&gt;y&lt;/i&gt;ness? &lt;b&gt;yes!&lt;/b&gt; But wait. It doesn't end there. 'Cause we'll be &lt;u&gt;piggin' out&lt;/u&gt; at my place again this coming Saturday! Pizza and Chocolate Fondue? Damn. (kyl: we're like filming the pursuit of happyness) [many smiles] Though Wednesday's activities are cancelled due to unforeseen reasons ): We'll bring to foooorward to a later date. Yes. Can't believe I'm all jolly at a time like this. Ha! &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time Check: 221AM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. For more solemn matters now. RP Enrolment. Sigh. The whole procedure is really, draggy. Forms to print, fill up. A Bank Check to deposit. And from 22-30March, I've to pick a date and go down personally to complete my registration. Crappy shit. And between 5-11 April I've go down &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; to get my lappy &lt;s&gt;meddled&lt;/s&gt; configured. On the 12&amp;amp;13 of April, there'll be Freshmen Orientation which happens to be &lt;b&gt;compulsory&lt;/b&gt;. MY NEW LIFE. heh. Looking forward to it? Maybe a little (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2670290948148932298?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2670290948148932298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2670290948148932298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2670290948148932298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2670290948148932298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-own-version-of-pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='My own version of the Pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-5535158965100906690</id><published>2007-03-14T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:09:09.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy day. i like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't rainy days the best. I like the whole atmosphere. During the first few minutes of rain, the scent of fresh grass. Followed by the gathering of dark grey clouds and heavy downpour, raindrops pitter pattering on the window ledge  Then you sit alone in the room with a glass of hot chocolate, typing away on your PC, lights off, music on. It makes you think of things. Good ones, as well as bad. Of course thinking of negative things isn't all that bad. Anyhow, life's been absolutely splendid. Slacking at home all day, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this off some acquaintance's online diary. Quite &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; true I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So when you get a little bored of writing your rants down, you realize you're stuck at the very first page, or the first line you're starting your blog entry with. Then it has got to be either your life is just sad, or it's monotonous. Or you're just stuck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually depresses me just to read that. Why? 'Cause I noticed something.. That my entry was filled with descriptive sentences. Describing the rainy weather. And only two sentences on how life is right now. Somebody smack me in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-5535158965100906690?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/5535158965100906690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=5535158965100906690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5535158965100906690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5535158965100906690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/03/rainy-day-i-like.html' title='rainy day. i like.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2441196952710061651</id><published>2007-03-12T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:31:17.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd go crazy if this goes on</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I ought to be used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;But. I swear. I'd go crazy if this goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2441196952710061651?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2441196952710061651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2441196952710061651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2441196952710061651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2441196952710061651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/03/id-go-crazy-if-this-goes-on.html' title='i&apos;d go crazy if this goes on'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2644208139379507995</id><published>2007-03-06T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:09:08.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Republic Polytechnic: Integrated Events Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;So the postings are out, and I'm quite put off by the fact that people keep critisizing my school! Pfft. Saying their teaching methods aren't good, saying the school name won't be recognised. And even thinking being in this polytechnic won't get me far, to the University. It's not as though they've studied in this institute before. Anyhow, you would have guessed it right by now. It's Republic Polytechnic. And I'll be getting my Diploma in Integrated Events Management. Heh! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a friend, he keeps thinking he's going to get &lt;u&gt;free&lt;/u&gt; Business Class tickets and travel around the world, when I get all famous and more importantly, &lt;b&gt;successful&lt;/b&gt;. His words were: &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;meeting with people,&lt;/s&gt; creating events that would wow the world / if you get famous enough&lt;/i&gt; (i edit: &lt;big&gt;good&lt;/big&gt; enough) &lt;i&gt;you'll probably be flown to other countries to do &lt;u&gt;their&lt;/u&gt; events.&lt;/i&gt; Hahaha. I like the sound of that. Only, it's kind of hard to believe what he says. And he's probably reading this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. It's funny how another of my friend thought that I'd be studying about MEETINGS. (slaps forehead, hard) Anyway, have gotta work hard all the way now. Excel right from the beginning and get into the University. Forward, march!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2644208139379507995?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2644208139379507995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2644208139379507995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2644208139379507995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2644208139379507995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/03/republic-polytechnic-integrated-events.html' title='Republic Polytechnic: Integrated Events Management'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2320062818367629651</id><published>2007-03-04T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:48:57.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a top alas!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4days since I last stopped working, and boy does it feel..great? (: The other peeps, they were supposed to quit together with me, but I ended up leaving on my own. Oh well, what gives. Anyhow, instead of slogging my guts out at work today, I'm having a celebration with my relatives from my mother's side. They'll be coming over for steamboat. Hooray. Been wanting to eat steamboat for some time now. Also, we'll be surprising my dad (it's his birthday tomorrow), so yeah. There'll be this Swensen's ice-cream cake with sticky chewy chocolate and whatever. Can't exactly remember what my mom told me. AHH! Additional fifteen minutes to work-out time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving backwards, I was out with kyl yesterday to pick up my dad's gift as well as SHOP &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; to do some catching up with her. I almost gave up by the end of the day, when some top caught my pair of eyes. Oh the joy (: For I thought I'd return home empty handed. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;DEAR DIARY. i had a nightmare last night.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2320062818367629651?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2320062818367629651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2320062818367629651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2320062818367629651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2320062818367629651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-alas.html' title='a top alas!'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2661702928569833050</id><published>2007-02-26T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:43:50.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28Feb is a must!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, at work, the whole atmosphere seems like school. The place, is like a school. The many various lines are like classrooms. The office is like the Principal's Office. And just outside the office, like the General Office. Anyhow, the Manager requested to speak to us this afternoon regarding our resignation. The moment we were called upon, I knew exactly what was the purpose of doing so. And I bet you know it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blabbered loads, so I'll cut it short. He wants us to work for another two weeks, 'cause he think us leaving after a month or so, after two weeks of training is an &lt;u&gt;unhealthy&lt;/u&gt; practice. Ahh, what the heck. Every other day at work, I check the calendar out, counting down to the last day. But everytime the date comes closer, SOMETHING holds me/us back. Before, I was suppose to quit on 14Feb. But it was prolonged to 28Feb. Now they want us to work until 14March. AHH. No, I refuse to! I'm not falling into another trap. Pfft. I'm dead set on quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Again for my oh-so-dearest sister/friend. Heh (: One of the factors that helped me persist was you! If I quit earlier, I believe we'd be able to spend more time tgt, yes yes? And all our plans, we &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; fulfill. Oh, the euphoria whenever I think about it :D I miss you very much. Take care!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2661702928569833050?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2661702928569833050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2661702928569833050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2661702928569833050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2661702928569833050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/02/28feb-is-must.html' title='28Feb is a must!'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-5416181259231213423</id><published>2007-02-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:31:32.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year visiting at a friend's place</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;So I got out of the house today on my way to a friend's house to do some new year visiting. Things got waaaay delayed, making things not turn out as planned. Adding to that, unintentional displeasure was aroused. So anyhow, I got through my day gobbling down pizza, playing Monopoly for awhile, playing a round of Bluff and a few rounds of BlackJack, and the rest of it playing games and chatting on my mobile phone. Nevertheless, thank you friend, for the day. For any trouble caused, I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out again tomorrow, this time, feasting (: HA! Like damn. This New Year, I've been eating so much! FATNESS. After I resume my beloved holidays, work-free, I'm going running. Say, 3 times a week? Keep Fit. hahaha. Oh well, I might probably forget what I just typed and get &lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt;glued to the PC when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dear friend, &lt;i&gt;you know who you are&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-5416181259231213423?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/5416181259231213423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=5416181259231213423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5416181259231213423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5416181259231213423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-year-visiting-at-friends-place.html' title='new year visiting at a friend&apos;s place'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-6972836848411392315</id><published>2007-02-19T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:59:33.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long car rides</title><content type='html'>it's a happy &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. I started my day waking up feeling abit grouchy. But had breakfast and turned on my notebook. Used it for awhile before taking my shower and preparing myself. Feeling happier, I recieved angbaos from my beloved parents :D Then we left for my ahma's house (paternal grandmother), where the gold mine lies. Seems some of them packed lesser this year. Dang, but nvm. They all end up in the bank anyway. After that, went to my God-Ma's house. Again, angbao value has decreased. Then to my porpor's house (maternal grandmother), yet again, angbao value decreased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angbaos aside, what really made my day today was the long car rides and supper. Yes, I have a thing for long car rides. Ahhh, somebody take me on a long ride again pretty pretty please ): Anyhow, I just reached home awhile ago. Had Nasi Lemak at Changi Village and Cheese Prata at Jalan Kayu. Am damn full. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody who reads my blog will probably be interested in this but..&lt;/i&gt; Naruto Season 2 is finally OUT! AHHH. No more fillers. No more waiting. It's OUT! Hoooray for that. That said, I'm off to watch my show now. Ladida. Have a wonderful day tomorrow. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-6972836848411392315?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/6972836848411392315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=6972836848411392315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6972836848411392315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6972836848411392315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-car-rides.html' title='long car rides'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-8955467124148869010</id><published>2007-02-18T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:58:03.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy lunar new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR ALL! (:&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It's the time of the year once again. Yeah, &lt;u&gt;angbao collecting&lt;/u&gt; time! Frankly, that's the only thing I really am looking forward to. Listen you peeps, I shake your hands and smile so sweetly only for the red packets. HUR =x Alright, joke. Joke. (not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long&lt;u&gt;er&lt;/u&gt; break from work than usual. Was suppose to work tomorrow. On &lt;i&gt;chu yi,&lt;/i&gt; 'cause my application of leave got rejection. Stinking boss. Anyhow, somehow, my leave got approved la. And so work resumes only on Tuesday. YAY for that. And the best part of it is that, I'm only required to work on &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; Tuesday. The next working would be on Sunday. AHHH. So loving it right now. Wooosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diary Dearest, I'm here to complain again (: WORKING SCUKS. Pfft. Hell yeah. I don't know whether to consider it an achievement or &lt;b&gt;pure torture&lt;/b&gt;. So far, as long as I've lived, I've NEVER spoken this much Mandarin before. Okay, might not be such a big deal for you. But for me, definitely. And I keep having to answer Mathematical questions in Chinese. I have trouble multiplying 10 and 5. Pathetic? Yes. Ahhh. I can't stand it. Plus, I'm &lt;i&gt;snail&lt;/i&gt; slow when it comes to the packing part. Which implicates the rest (since we are grouped like, 3 to a line) I went home, looked into the mirror and asked "Mirror, Mirror, On the wall. Who's the slowest of them all?" AND OMG. I saw myself there. (psst, it's meant to be a joke hor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day was meant to be on 14feb. But it got extended to the end of the month. And now, they want to extend it to the end of March. Dang. I think for once, I'm going to do something for myself. That is to stop torturing myself. Ha! (: They may be happy working in that environment. But not me. I'm quitting at the end of this month! hurhur. UNLESS they decide to work until mid March, then I might consider quitting then. Oh well, we'll see how it goes la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ending here. Take care and have a wonderful day ahead! Heh (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-8955467124148869010?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/8955467124148869010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=8955467124148869010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8955467124148869010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8955467124148869010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='happy lunar new year'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-5519886756810515980</id><published>2007-02-10T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T02:27:36.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release of 'O' Level Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Diary Dear.&lt;/s&gt; Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;I actually typed the words backwards. Hilarious. Okay, maybe not. Anyway, the dark clouds? They've blown over. Maybe not all, but at least I see sunlight again. I swear I almost cried and dropped dead standing, if not for Li Bin irritating me there and then. My register number, 23. I stood in the line, waiting for 22 people to get their result slips. Watching people around me jump for joy (not literally), cry, frown, expressionless. My heart felt AWFULLY heavy yet it was beating really fast. When it came to my turn, I gripped on to the pen hard, then signed my name on the class register. I did not want to see my results until &lt;u&gt;later&lt;/u&gt;, but I could NOT resist the temptation. My eyes automatically shifted to the grades. I scanned, and &lt;i&gt;scanned&lt;/i&gt; for a 9. and NO THERE WASN'T ONE. Yes, I heaved a sigh of relief. Though I didn't do fantastic well, I'm happy enough to have passed. 'Cause my mind was dead set on failing. I was on Cloud 9 (: Anyway, I called my mom and she was equally happy, if not, happier. Could tell how nervous she was back home, though she smirked each time we exchanged glances. Everyone at home expected me to fail. But, ah, whatever. It's getting pretty draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I say goodbye to my school and the people in it (:&lt;br /&gt;The journey ends here, and thank you for being part of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-5519886756810515980?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/5519886756810515980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=5519886756810515980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5519886756810515980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/5519886756810515980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/02/release-of-o-level-results.html' title='Release of &apos;O&apos; Level Results'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-6267288369164307413</id><published>2007-02-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:02:42.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rumor has it that..</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened over the past few weeks. There have been various occasions whereby I begin typing the first few words of the post, then proceed to click the cross at the top right hand corner. Even now, I hesitate. Whether or not to stop blogging. But I guess I'll just continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's work? Alright, at times. I can't handle pressure. That I already know before, but it is now double confirmed. When things get all cramped up and time's running out I get really stressed up and get easily agitated. Then get sulky and all. I get home, with a body feeling worked non-stop for 12hours. That's about it. Oh yes, latest news is I'll work until 28Feb. Yeap. ENOUGH about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I mentioned about the shoe I wanted to buy. My feet are too big. So, &lt;i&gt;DANG&lt;/i&gt;. But the more I look at it, the more I don't fancy it. So, yay for that. Heh. As of today, 4th February 2007, I've earned $626. (sniggers) I got myself this bag which costs a whopping $159, THEN got discounted further to $143.10. Eleven more working days. AHHH. I want it all to end asap. At the same time, I want time to freeze. 'Cause rumor has it that the results are going to be released this coming Friday, 9th February 2007. I'll either be jumping for joy or drowing in my own tears. Hurhur (: Let it PLEASE be the first one. Gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I want to say. (frowns) I'll keep it with me until I can no longer hold it within. Take care my dear friends. I'll be seeing some of you soon? Ugh. To see you, is to see my result slip. Pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-6267288369164307413?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/6267288369164307413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=6267288369164307413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6267288369164307413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6267288369164307413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/02/rumor-has-it-that.html' title='rumor has it that..'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2965232234333329347</id><published>2007-01-21T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:24:54.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;i'm dead beat. and i'm aching all over.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2965232234333329347?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2965232234333329347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2965232234333329347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2965232234333329347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2965232234333329347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/01/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-3182808797029851359</id><published>2007-01-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:29:49.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday blues</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;People have Monday Blues. I have what you call, &lt;i&gt;Sunday Blues&lt;/i&gt;. (lets out a big BIG sigh) Work resumes tomorrow. And that sucks, really. Pffft. I don't wanna work on a beautiful Sunday ): Alright, shall let the power of money motivate me again. (thinks of the sweet little pleasures of life, which involves money) hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this evening I was out with my parents, brother couldn't make it. So the three of us went to Chinatown and had dinner together. Heh. I love family outings. 'Cause it's like anywhere we go for dinner is no different from an eat-all-you-want buffet. Lol. We ordered stuff from everywhere and just munched them down. Tsk! Storing energy for tomorrow you see. (sniggers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of work. Think of money. Feel Good.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm clearly self deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all. I've to pack my bag for tomorrow. (as though going to school)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-3182808797029851359?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/3182808797029851359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=3182808797029851359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3182808797029851359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3182808797029851359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday-blues.html' title='sunday blues'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-8846621709665002881</id><published>2007-01-17T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:32:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>observation from work</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling happy today. Yes, you heard me. Hahaha. Why? Because it's the last working day for the week. Work resumes on Sunday (: Ladida. 3days of rest for me. Hmm. Anyway, here are a few things I've notice within the past 3 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The people there address each other as '&lt;i&gt;mei nu(s)&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;- They have an utterly poor command of English;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Alphabet pronounced as &lt;u&gt;apper-bert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Handling pronounced as &lt;u&gt;hannerling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Flaw pronounced as &lt;u&gt;4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Taping pronounced as &lt;u&gt;tap-ing&lt;/u&gt; (literally TAP-ing and not TAPE-ing)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Rachel (if not careful) pronounced as &lt;u&gt;waitress&lt;/u&gt; (.....&lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE LIST GOES ON..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-They have really awesome chicken thighs :D&lt;br /&gt;- They can be sorted out into various groups;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The Pregnant Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The KPO(s)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The Really Friendly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The Cold&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The Gigglish People&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And the soloist, The Transvestite (&lt;i&gt;He, She, It, has fake boobs.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah. I'm tired again. I'll end here for today. Will update again some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-8846621709665002881?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/8846621709665002881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=8846621709665002881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8846621709665002881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8846621709665002881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/01/observation-from-work.html' title='observation from work'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-1796037403801777593</id><published>2007-01-15T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:16:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF WORK</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I tapped my ez-link, the sound was..&lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt;. No longer student fare. But adult fare. Good thing transport is provided to and fro. Yesterday was my last day travelling as a KID. (sniggers) Anyway, 9hours at work was tiring enough. I can't actually imagine how it'd be like tomorrow. I'm feeling lousy already ): True enough, everyone there speaks Mandarin. Half the time, I have trouble understanding or catching what they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was yawning AND yawning throughout the day. And it was nearly like attending lessons. Taking down notes, listening to them talk, blah blah. Only, worse. HA! We then had hands-on stuff. Like doing a trial or something. I interacted with two of the factory workers there, which was sort of funny. But I'll skip that part. ('cause im really tired) Yeap. We were given safety shoes, I had to wear men's size, like wth. I HAVE BIG FEET. Lol (: And this top, and our own locker key, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock struck 530, we quickly knocked off. (&lt;i&gt;FAST FORWARD&lt;/i&gt;) I took the bus journey. Only to realise the route is TOTALLY DIFFERENT from the morning route. Resulting in? Me taking from one end to another, not alighting anywhere, and getting stranded in the middle of Bukit Panjang. Pffft. I think I have a problem with taking buses on the first day. On Primary One, I boarded on the wrong bus, going to I-don't-know-where. Blah blah. I had to take 190 all the way back to CCK Interchange and take bus 300 back home. BOO. I wasted bus fare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to Thursday. MY OFF DAY! ): I always get homesick whenever I work or go to school. Hur! But what gives! I've got $36 for the day already. HANG IN THERE, ME! heh. Goodnight you peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-1796037403801777593?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/1796037403801777593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=1796037403801777593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1796037403801777593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1796037403801777593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-work.html' title='FIRST DAY OF WORK'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2306727134383140380</id><published>2007-01-14T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:31.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work (orientation) starts tmr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting work tomorrow. (wails) Okay. Not exactly starting YET. 'Cause tomorrow, on the first day, we're having &lt;i&gt;orientation&lt;/i&gt;. Like wth. Factory work? Orientation? Ridiculous. Ahh. What the heck. But tomorrow's working duration will only last for 9hours. Beats working 12hours. hur. They had better not make us do any work 'cause I only get like $36 for orientation (compared to $59 for 12hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The working blues are back &lt;sup&gt;ONCE AGAIN.&lt;/sup&gt; (frowns) I have a feeling I'm not going to like the environment there. Partly because the people there all speak Chinese. DANG. Aren't they promoting the &lt;u&gt;SPEAK GOOD ENGLISH MOVEMENT&lt;/u&gt;?! No, I do not have something against Chinese Educated people. Only that my mandarin..SUCK? Then there'll be the whole language barrier shit. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I don't want to be a drag. I'll stop complaining. I'll do it for the money. Yes. The MONEY. hurhur (: I'm gonna get myself this pair of shoes. Or maybe another pair, if I find something better. Heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RapA-GbmFOI/AAAAAAAAABA/tYinnU3TKRU/s1600-h/gallaz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019896170280260834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RapA-GbmFOI/AAAAAAAAABA/tYinnU3TKRU/s200/gallaz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I thought of doing online shopping. You know, tops and stuff. I saw this Abercrombie &amp; Fitch top, I like (: The only thing is, official sites don't offer any measurements. And Singapore doesn't have the shop. Hmm. I went to Republic Polytechnic for the open house, which was a tad waste of my time, 'cause the main purpose of going there was to get the brochures. Only to realise I could get all the information off the school's site. What a joke. NEVERTHELESS, having my Kylie's company was enough. Lol. After that, we went to Lot 1 and met up with Sherlin, whom surprised us with gifts from HongKong. I wanna go overseas too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2306727134383140380?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2306727134383140380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2306727134383140380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2306727134383140380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2306727134383140380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/01/work-orientation-starts-tmr.html' title='work (orientation) starts tmr'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RapA-GbmFOI/AAAAAAAAABA/tYinnU3TKRU/s72-c/gallaz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2097349958270762530</id><published>2007-01-11T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:09:32.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>few days worth of entries</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;ALAS! i can blog. pfft. okay. i'm typing this entry on the 7th of January, 5:09 PM. it seems my internet connection is &lt;b&gt;down&lt;/b&gt;. so much so, i have to resort to typing this in &lt;i&gt;notepad&lt;/i&gt; so i can post this entry 'today'. alright. time for the HIGHTLIGHT of the week or..&lt;i&gt;last&lt;/i&gt; week? (sniggers in excitement) &lt;big&gt;I'VE GOT MY VERY OWN VAIO!&lt;/big&gt; ahhh! omg, the JOY. the &lt;sup&gt;EUPHORIA.&lt;/sup&gt; OMG! hahahaha. i've been waiting for this very day to come. i always thought, so yeah. i'm gonna get a laptop one day. but probably some Acer laptop. but WHAT THE HECK. ha! :D this is practically a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was out with my parents yesterday (Saturday, 6th of January), when my father decided to head to Harvey Norman. and he decided to check out the laptops and started enquiring. (cuts to the chase).. i had to choose from Espresso Black. Urban Gray. Seashell White. Spring Green. and Blush Pink. i opted for the Green one in the end. and since it's currently out of stock. i've to wait until Wednesday. then i'll go back down with my mom and collect it. WAHA! &lt;u&gt;[happy, sha lala. it's so nice to be happy, sha lala] &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RaYjtWbmFKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gGhxFRZnxOU/s1600-h/vaio+c.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018738096773403810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RaYjtWbmFKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gGhxFRZnxOU/s200/vaio+c.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;more highlights:&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 8 January 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very FIRST stayover chalet in the 17 years of my life. i went for my class chalet. which was a shocker (to myself) 'cause last year, when they were planning this, i was all set on NOT going, persisting. lol. anyhow, i got convinced. somehow. it's probably going to be the very last time i'll hang out with these peeps anyway. and since i didn't have access to the internet then, i thought maybe going would help me kill time. hur! (and i have to work on my new year resolution, so...heh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the first day/night. it was utmost HILARIOUS. especially during bedtime. in room 208, it consisted of 10 of us. and room 209, &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt;. i didn't get to sleep the entire night even after changing places 3 times. from one bed to another. because through the night, they were making a hell load of noise. i think the peeps in 209 could hear the whole racket. also, unidentified people were farting away. like wth right. madness. then etc etc. (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, without sleeping a wink i could survive through Day 2. only i had a really nasty case of gastric since Day 1. which totally destroyed my appetite. oh yes! during Day 2. Me, Anna, Miao Hui, Jia Ling, Madeline, Yuit Yeng, Yazid and Hamdi went for the 2 rides. The Luge and Sky-Ride. whilst on the sky-ride (for those who dont have a clue as to what im talking about, view the picture below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RaYsA2bmFLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nSJUBScd2DE/s1600-h/pix_thumb_luge02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018747227873875122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RaYsA2bmFLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nSJUBScd2DE/s200/pix_thumb_luge02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sky-Ride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying. whilst on the ride, Hui Min called..yada-yada.. my money literally FLEW AWAY. when it was high up. like PFFT! yeah yeah, two bucks isn't much of a biggie. but that was all i have left. dang! the luge was awesome. though i crashed into the curb once. hurhur (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RaYtoWbmFMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZJnyUGpiP80/s1600-h/pix_thumb_luge04.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018749005990335682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RaYtoWbmFMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZJnyUGpiP80/s200/pix_thumb_luge04.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Luge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note: Pictures adapted from www.sentosa.com.sg&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FAST FORWARD]&lt;br /&gt;shortly after the barbeque started, i left with anna and miaohui for home. fortunately for me, i had mh's father to fetch me back home. anna went to meet a friend. Lol (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 10 January 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this very day there were two series of events. In the morning, I went for a job interview. The details are as follows: 12hours a day. Tuas. Transport provided. On Wk1 i work for 4days (SUN MON TUES WED) on Wk2, 3days (SUN MON TUES), then restarting the 4day/3day routine again. Paying $59 a day. If i work on my off day, they pay $72 a day. wow right (: As for the jobscope, I'll be doing checking of any flaws on the products, and more stuff which I'm not sure of now. hmm. I'll update on the first day of work. When I'm clearer of things. Ladida. Also on this day, i got my precious lappy. heh (: shan't elaborate on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for this entry. I'll update again when I have more to say. Farewell my fair-weathered friends (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2097349958270762530?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2097349958270762530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2097349958270762530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2097349958270762530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2097349958270762530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2007/01/few-days-worth-of-entries.html' title='few days worth of entries'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/RaYjtWbmFKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gGhxFRZnxOU/s72-c/vaio+c.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2851398708228552460</id><published>2006-12-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:51:17.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST post for year 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;HEAR YE! HEAR YE!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold your breaths people. introducing the final post of Year 2006. waha! this is it people. the END. aren't you peeps glad it's all over. this certainly marks the end of Secondary Education for me. 17 years. hur! TOMORROW'S YEAR. (how often do you get to say that). tomorrow's year will be a brand new year. (yes yes, sprouting nonsense i know) tonight when the clock strikes twelve, thou shalt mark my new year by laughing (: to start my new year with happiness. hahaha. &lt;s&gt;abit&lt;/s&gt; very lame right. but, who cares. and once again it's time for new year resolutions! people make resolutions every 365days, but how many actually follow what they..&lt;i&gt;pledge&lt;/i&gt;? i know one thing for sure, &lt;u&gt;i dont&lt;/u&gt;! but anyhow. i wont reveal my resolution, for fear of disappointment. heh =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my night wasn't exactly pleasant. but i shan't elaborate on it. 'cause tomorrow will be a happy day. yes? in a few more hours i can change my calendar and start a new life. YAY. i'll be ending here ya'll. take care and have a spanking NEW year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2851398708228552460?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2851398708228552460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2851398708228552460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2851398708228552460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2851398708228552460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-post-for-year-2006.html' title='LAST post for year 2006'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-7769183962023028091</id><published>2006-12-25T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:26:28.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;christmas day stinks. it's a boring &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt; day. the party last night which consisted of thirty nine peeps (and a hamster), turkey, honey baked ham, lasagne, potato salad, mushroom soup, fishballs, crispy chicken, beehoon, fruit salad, cocktail, wine, etc etc. did &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; interest me. nor hype me up one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my displeasure could be seen distinctly this year. everytime i shaked hands with someone and &lt;i&gt;smile&lt;/i&gt;, i forced my mouth open, bearing my teeth in a very VERY fake manner, wished them Merry Christmas and quickly moved on to the next person hoping i could get it over and done with and head back to the computer. i got pissed with myself, for being such a stuck up jerk. 'cause if someone did that to me i'll probably be cursing at him/her. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost everybody looked as if they were enjoying themselves and had this let-us-do-this-again-next-year look. kill me somebody. i seriously have a problem with, myself. why is it that i find it so hard to start a conversation, to &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; smile sincerely, to plain enjoy myself and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat here last night. and i'm sitting here now. thinking what an bore i am. and have absolutely no purpose in life. i wake up every morning, go through the same old routine. wash up, breakfast, laze around the house, do housework. if not, i go out when my friends ask me to. when i use the computer, i see if my anime(s) is/are being released. i browse through people's blogs. i chat with people who chat with me. which is a bare minimum. surf the net aimlessly. i spend most of my time staring at the screen actually. when i'm in the mood, i do a little designing. but usually end up clicking the big X at the top right hand corner of the screen. oh yes! how can i miss out blogging. typing hundreds and hundreds of words on how my life totally sucks. yet again indulging in self pity. &lt;big&gt;pathetic.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually want to get OUT of the house now. but i cant really be bothered to ask people out. or rather, i dont know who i can ask to chill with me on this lazy, lazy day. what's more, i'd have to go through the whole trouble of deciding where to go, what time to meet, what to wear, blah. so i guess i'll end up joining my parents this Christmas to god knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a &lt;s&gt;lousy, rotten, wretched and&lt;/s&gt; wonderful Christmas peeps! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-7769183962023028091?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/7769183962023028091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=7769183962023028091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7769183962023028091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7769183962023028091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2180599731136195299</id><published>2006-12-24T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:03:38.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas eve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;HOHOHO!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS (eve) to one and all (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2180599731136195299?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2180599731136195299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2180599731136195299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2180599731136195299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2180599731136195299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='merry christmas eve.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-450925457818752695</id><published>2006-12-23T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T22:41:36.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br /&gt;my room is finally PACKED. it's been nearly a month since my room was in a state of mess. now, it's oh-so-neat. hur! (: tomorrow is the paaaarrty. (which i'm not looking forward to apparently) i also cleaned all the mirrors you can find in my house and they are smudge free. only, i wiped till my arm got really tired. but i couldn't stop halfway. i persisted. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before i had this barbeque thing at peiqi's place. there was a group of people, none from my class. all from N1. about 10-odd people? yup. i went to peiqi's place early with huimin to do some deep-frying. (chicken nuggets and fries) there, her younger sister kept pacing to and fro giving off comments. lol. she said we didn't know how to cook. especially me. OMG? hahaha. at that point of time, i didn't know whether to feel offended or laugh at that &lt;i&gt;joke&lt;/i&gt;. but i laughed anyway. she mention about me having this &lt;i&gt;qian jing xiao jie&lt;/i&gt; face. but not bad huh. i've got that kinda look, yet in real life i do lots of housework and i &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the BBQ i kept quiet most of the time, knowing my behaviour. they were playing cards and i was invited to the game twice, but i didn't wanna play. 'cause i feel i couldn't feel fit in. which is a pretty silly thought huh. anyhow, after that. me, fengyu, huimin and peiqi sat somewhere away. near this monsoon drain and chatted about stuff. chatting was great. only, it made me feel down. but they were good to talk to i guess. somehow, they always seem to say things that make you think life isn't that bad afterall. lol. the wind was really chilly there. i wish we could have sat there through the night and chatted all the way till dawn broke. oh well. next time perhaps? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to take 3 buses to get home. luckily i made it home. i was afraid i'd miss the last bus. heh! by the time i reached home, it was past midnight already. i had my shower and used the computer awhile before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it'd be christmas eve. ladida. i'm ending here today. BYE ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-450925457818752695?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/450925457818752695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=450925457818752695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/450925457818752695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/450925457818752695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-8284145127027311725</id><published>2006-12-21T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:28:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mon tue wed OUT.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br&gt;i've been out and about these few days. i can now sit in front of the computer and relax. haha (: monday, tuesday and wednesday were supposedly job-hunting days. yeah, we did job hunt. but up till now, no phone calls. only one from an agency. let's see: at tuas. working as a receptionist. minimum pay $5.50 per hour. five and a half day week. &lt;big&gt;NAH.&lt;/big&gt; so i declined. hurhur. anyhow. have been out with the same group of peeps day after day. kinda kills boredom though. i mean, hey! hanging out with the same type as me. (the out-of-job type) :D i guess tomorrow i'm going to slack all day at home. or maybe do some spring cleaning around the house since there's going to be a party on Christmas Eve.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;jialing asked if i'd like to work as a sales assistant. selling crystals &lt;u&gt;I THINK&lt;/u&gt;. i'm not too sure about the details. i must ask her again, but somehow i dont really dare. yikes. i certainly hope the working location isn't far out. weewooweewoo. should i call tomorrow? i wonder.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i had a nightmare last night. what nightmare? i got my O'level results. (frowns) i flunked really bad. &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; bad. on tuesday, when i was out with them. they were talking about the entrance for whichever polytechnic courses. and i felt so out of place and upset. i kinda have this mindset like, i'm going to fail my Os and enter the ITE. seriously. they say, have more confidence. but i cant. i dont want to give myself hope, for nothing. some wanted to enter the Business School. some wanted the Science School. yada-yada. i have my dreams too. i wanted business or arts (as in MEDIA art or whatever). but when i went to the sites to check out the COPs. i &lt;sub&gt;sunk.&lt;/sub&gt; there is NOWAY i can enter business because i totally messed up my humanities. for design, you need really good grades as well, i dont know why. pffft. people say, plan. plan for what? they don't always go according as we plan. why self-decieve. why climb up high then fall down greater. &lt;i&gt;why didn't i study hard enough before?&lt;/i&gt; yes, it's easy to talk (or rather, type) ahh~ whatever. it's over anyway. in one or two month's time, i'll be obtaining my results. i'll either cry my eyes swollen or laugh my ass off whether i qualify into a Polytechnic or not. OMG. it's not even &lt;u&gt;NEAR&lt;/u&gt; and the nightmares have already started.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my golly, look at the time. i've not showered since my return. off i go now. after that, i wanna do some reading. heh! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-8284145127027311725?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/8284145127027311725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=8284145127027311725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8284145127027311725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8284145127027311725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/mon-tue-wed-out.html' title='mon tue wed OUT.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4688024526603413201</id><published>2006-12-15T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:58:25.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VivoCity with kylie and sherlin.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br&gt;i had a &lt;big&gt;blast&lt;/big&gt;. hahaha. yes i did. after months and months of delay. we finally met up together to SHOP! woooot. we went to vivo, shopped. then to bugis, shopped. then BACK to vivo, to shop again! lol. hilarious? yes. got myself a top and bottom. YAY! my christmas gifts from mommy and korkor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;we had Ben &amp; Jerry's for lunch. shared four scoops of heavenly ice-cream covered with hot fudge, whipped cream and chocolate rice. OMG. sounds so very tempting right. (and so very fattening) haha. snapped lots of pictures today. ladida. sweet SWEET memories. tourist-like? yes. but, i dint really care la.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;then for dinner. we went to PastaMania and ordered pasta (OBVIOUSLY). hurhur. i was damn full. had kylie to help me finish a little bit of mine. tsktsk. both of them were like frequent customers there. while, it was my first time there (: i dont really dine out to eat pasta, 'cause i think my mom makes the best ones. OOPS! weeewooweewoo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i think shopping with kyl and sher is the best. maybe 'cause we know each other very well (size wise) hurhur. so there's no need to feel shy or whatever. yeap. oh yes! sheri called me while i was at VivoCity. and asked me how to get there. and wow-wee-woo. fate brought us together, LOL. we really coincidentally bumped into each other. or rather, she whacked me in the back (: exchanged a few words and departed ): yes, we must go out some time. heh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the journey home was awful. i mean the HEAT. omg. the sweltering heat. it was almost suffocating i tell you. from one end to another we sat, with our butts stuck on the seat. then i came home, expecting my brother to be at the computer and planned to shower then go to bed. BUT. he's not around. he went out drinking with his friends i think. so YAY. i'm here. here to blog. here to chill. here to stay. yahooo! i'm ending here now. HAPPY HOLIDAYS FOLKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4688024526603413201?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4688024526603413201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4688024526603413201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4688024526603413201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4688024526603413201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/vivocity-with-kylie-and-sherlin.html' title='VivoCity with kylie and sherlin.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-7763123856693842389</id><published>2006-12-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:40:47.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horrible mood.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;i'm in a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;horrible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; mood.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-7763123856693842389?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/7763123856693842389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=7763123856693842389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7763123856693842389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7763123856693842389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/horrible-mood.html' title='horrible mood.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4117002600582105018</id><published>2006-12-11T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:39:07.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my last day today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;WOOOOT! hahahaha. i shall elaborate later, with regards to my euphoria. anyhow, last saturday was awesome. yes, work was awesome. why? 'cause the stinking program crashed. &lt;b&gt;HA!&lt;/b&gt; and i couldn't enter any of the data, so yup! i rearranged stacks and stacks of papers for hours. and off i went home (: what's more i didn't have to see that woman's face. (she was on leave) ahhh~ bliss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;on sunday, i went to Escape with kailing fengyu and huimin for FREE. hurhur. because huimin had free tickets. yay! i din't really get to sit all of the rides. but at least most of it. argh! i wanna do the go kart thing. dang. but the queue was outrageously long. so i didn't get to take the 'ride'. oh well. after that, we went off and bought ourselves hotdog buns. sat in the middle of nowhere and munched.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TODAY. i went to work. hahaha. (i cant contain my excitement..breathe rachel, BREATHE) :D when i reached my workplace, the door was locked. all of us had to wait outside. wait for the man to unlock it. BUT. the man who's suppose to unlock the door went out. out to dont-know-where. so we were stuck outside for quite some time. HAHA (: we went in. i hole-punched the stack of papers and bundled them. (cos i cudn't use the program) and wasted time. hur. when the program was fixed, i continued with my work. THEN THEN THEN! when i finished. i was asked to go down to the HR place. AND AND AND! i was told i could leave already. HA! joy. JOY TO THE WORLD. (grins) leave. quit. resign. begone. begone from that place. FOREVER. &lt;u&gt;omg.&lt;/u&gt; weeeeha! of course i got my pay. crisp notes. the smell. ahh~ hahaha. i'm ending here now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;ALOHA&lt;/big&gt; beach. shopping. late mornings. movie marathons. ice cream. etc etc etc. weeewooweewooweeeewooo! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4117002600582105018?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4117002600582105018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4117002600582105018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4117002600582105018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4117002600582105018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-last-day-today.html' title='my last day today.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-8628543533547578856</id><published>2006-12-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:14:48.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you for the support.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br&gt;i can smile, today (: 'cause i didn't wanna talk to her much. i spoke to her less than 5 times today. busied myself with work. but every now and then my mind drifts off elsewhere. thinking of so many other things. i actually got sick of keying in the figures. i'd find myself staring at the screen, then quickly snapping out of the situation. just in case someone catches me idling the time away. work wasn't too bad today. i interacted with a colleague or two. lol. and i initiated the conversation! i'm proud of myself. LOL. be proud of me too k? it took me great courage (for a timid person like me) to open my mouth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;for the past few days, when i was down and out. my family and friends were there for me. and i'm so very thankful for that. thank you each and everyone of you. for listening to my complaints. for lending me your ears. thank you kylie, for having you the trouble of hearing my cry over the phone twice and for all the messages you sent with words of wisdom. thank you mom and dad for talking sense into me and giving the best advice any parents would give to their child. thank you daddy, for standing up for me, without me even knowing. (he called the company up and told them they didn't had the right to hold me back since i've given them my one week notice as stated in the contract. since my manager didn't want to let me go) thank you mommy, for the warm hugs every morning. thank you korkor for all my grumblings every night. thank you the whole grp of you (i doubt they'd read this anyway) for always being at coffee bean and making me feel not alone and &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; listening to my rants. thank you my msn chat friend (you know who you are) ALSO for the same thing. hahaha. thank you everyone who tagged, namely yazid and kenny for the concern given. thank you for those who sms-ed me also (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;thank you all.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;for without you peeps, i guess i'd have problems going through the hardship. i know there are people who think i'm making a mountain out of a molehill. just difficulties at work and i make it sound like the end of the world. HAHA. i admit to that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tomorrow, is saturday. then SUNDAY, break day! woooooot! then three more days. it's just like waiting for the exams to end you know. argh. i still haven't had the chance to shop till i drop. (smacks forehead) got to run now folks, take care! heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-8628543533547578856?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/8628543533547578856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=8628543533547578856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8628543533547578856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8628543533547578856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-you-for-support.html' title='thank you for the support.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2092338358583137153</id><published>2006-12-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:29:06.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try overcoming my weakness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Dear Diary.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;i am back. back to drain my sorrows. today in the morning. i handed in my resignation letter. and not long after, i got &lt;i&gt;the treatment&lt;/i&gt;. i got myself mentally prepared that ugly things would happen. but i couldn't handle it i guess. my manager wasn't pleased without a doubt. she told me off a couple of times today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;she said (translated from chinese to english):&lt;br&gt;- dont think the office is like a playground. you can work and quit as and when you like.&lt;br&gt;- you dont decide when you want to quit. you can only quit when i say so.&lt;br&gt;- i got a whole lot of work for you to do, only when you finish then i can let you go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;the contract stated that when i had to give a week's notice before they let me go. so i'm not in the wrong right? they dont have the right to keep me back..right?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;later part of the day, when i handed in a part of my work:&lt;br&gt;my face is always gloomy and all. i think everybody that knows me, knows that. but why the hell would i want to look all gleeful and happy when i hated it there. when i got told off in the wee hours of the morning. pffft. ANYWAY. she said she didn't like the look on my face. she said it's as though she owe me a living. said that my face was &lt;i&gt;black&lt;/i&gt;. HELLO. try staring at hundreds of 13 jumbled digits for hours, see if you can bring out that inner smile anot la.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at that time. i felt really awful. felt like crying so bad. but i couldn't, at least not in front of her. i controlled ALOT, before i rushed off to the toilet, pulled out a big bunch of tissue paper and cover my face and cried 'into' it. the rest of the day, i had to bear with it also. which was horrible. after work, on the bus. i sat at the corner. and cried. hoping nobody saw. but i think the person beside me was aware of it la &gt;&lt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when i set foot in my house, i let it ALL out. and my mom got a shock when she say me crying at the maindoor. at first, my parents told me to not go tomorrow. then at dinner time. they talked to me further. saying this IS working life. this is what it's going to be like in the future. they said, to take it as a learning experience. initially, i was set on 'quitting' without notifying them. but while i showered. i thought over alot of things. i thought. all i had to endure was 5working days. and i'd get a few hundred bucks. and the long awaited freedom. but. the main idea was to overcome my weakness. to become a better and stronger person. since young. be it primary school, secondary or work. i always cry in the beginning. and i always run away from it. this time, i'm going to try not running away. but facing it. sure it's going to be tough. and definitely a decision i will regret. and i'll probably come home crying again tomorrow. but what gives? (: i'm going to give it a shot. my dear friends. and my beloved family. i need your support. &lt;s&gt;please call 9XXXXXXX&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2092338358583137153?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2092338358583137153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2092338358583137153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2092338358583137153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2092338358583137153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/try-overcoming-my-weakness.html' title='try overcoming my weakness.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4820015373179039466</id><published>2006-12-06T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:58:42.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to resign.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary.&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;i hate my job so bad.&lt;/big&gt; i hate it so much. &lt;u&gt;i'm going to resign tomorrow.&lt;/u&gt; (let's out a HUMONGOUS sigh) did not get a chance to post after i started work. so i'm going to do it now. i absolutely abhor the environment and &lt;b&gt;the people&lt;/b&gt; there. i mean, data entry is a simple task. but what the heck. i have to answer phone calls. have to do my colleague's job. HELLO! the newspaper specifically &lt;i&gt;said&lt;/i&gt; DATA ENTRY CLERK. to hell you go la. i'm not told when my lunch break is. i'm not told when i go home. only when i picked up my courage to ask. then i realised. pffft. stupid me sat there hurrying to finish my work. i'm given stacks of work which include a thick file of data, catalogues, etc. and i always have to help my colleague print barcode labels. tons and TONS of them. give me a break man.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you know, the place there is so damn &lt;i&gt;oo-looo&lt;/i&gt;. and filthy. there are huge ants crawling INSIDE the fridge. houseflies flying around the canteen. when i lunch, i find ants and houseflies attacking my food, spoiling my appetite. in the office my limbs gets attacked by mosquitoes. and the mouths of my superior(s)? FILTHY. i always thought bosses were refined. my view CHANGED. they keep scolding vulgarites and they never stop telling the workers off. as though they're perfect. imbeciles. majority of the people there are malaysian chinese. and there are who seem like filipinos. there's this &lt;b&gt;age-gap&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;language barrier&lt;/b&gt; there. i cant interact with anyone there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;today at work, i felt pretty lousy. i had the urge to cry and i tried hard to hold back my tears. but i couldn't control them. and started crying. thankfully, i sit facing the wall. in small little space. i reached for my tissue and quickly wiped my tears. then at lunch, i called kylie and cried again. my god. hopeless right? i know. i feel like a crybaby. maybe i am. hmm. anyhow, my parents reminded me to leave at 6 on the dot. don't let them eat into my time, 'cause i dont get paid for OT. so, i finished typing my stuff. and wanted to pack up to leave, when my colleague came over with papers in her hand. DANG! i thought. SO MANY BARCODE LABELS TO PRINT. i rushed like crazy. wth. sickening people. my mom says they are exploiting me. are they? argh. i have to resign tomorrow. i HOPE tomorrow is my last day there. but chances are, i have to stay for another week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i overheard my manager talking on the phone. she was telling the other party how busy she was and how empty the office was since so many people left. (it isn't really empty and she did'nt look busy at all, most of the time she was laughing like nobody's business)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my lower back hurts so much. no thanks to the solid hard chair. they get comfy chairs while i get this small and HARD chair. as though the chair's made out of plastic wrapped in leather. hur. what happened to worker's welfare?! omg. the more i rant, the more frustrated i get. with my fingers crossed. (and everything other thing that can be crossed) i wish, i wish, i wish that i can quit on the spot tomorrow. AHHH!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;big&gt;end.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4820015373179039466?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4820015373179039466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4820015373179039466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4820015373179039466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4820015373179039466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-resign.html' title='i want to resign.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-8373584577943646451</id><published>2006-12-04T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:02:42.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of work.</title><content type='html'>human beings. me, in particular. are/is/am weird. when i was scouting around for a job and couldn't find one. i was complaining day in, day out. hoping everyday someone gives me a call, and tells me &lt;i&gt;YOU'RE HIRED!&lt;/i&gt; but today. when i went for the interview. when i got hired on the spot. when i know my salary sucked big time. when i know i had to start tomorrow. when i know i had to work even on my oh-so-precious saturdays. when i know the place is at west coast (near clementi and kind of out-of-the-way). when i know i hadn't had my fair share of enjoyment. when i know this wednesday's beach-cum-vivo outing-cum-celebration is out of the question.. &lt;b&gt;I HATED IT!&lt;/b&gt; i wish they'd tell me i could start next monday. or at least give me a higher pay la. i have these &lt;i&gt;working blues&lt;/i&gt; now. the same feeling everytime i get whenever i go to a new school or when school resumes (after a long break).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;somehow. i'm afraid i wouldn't get the job done properly or correctly. i'm afraid i won't be able to finish the task given within the time frame expected. and i worry over little things. like. lunch break? where do i go for lunch in that, weird place. how do i pass my time? is/are there going to be any communication problem between me and the folks? (since they are pretty much chinese educated people) OMG. i'm going crazy! okay. so maybe one year later, when i come across this post, i'd smack myself in the head and think to myself what a fool, coward, courage-less person i was then. my dad says, in the society now. you have to have courage. to dare to do things. and not be afraid. but &lt;u&gt;I CANT HELP IT&lt;/u&gt;. sheesh. relax girl. tmr's going to be fine. it will be. right? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-8373584577943646451?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/8373584577943646451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=8373584577943646451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8373584577943646451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8373584577943646451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/start-of-work.html' title='start of work.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-6788752230095035149</id><published>2006-12-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:18:03.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft. no phonecall. no job. no life.</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was out job-hunting &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. this time, with peiqi, huimin and aloy. and this time, i filled up &lt;u&gt;more&lt;/u&gt; application forms and attended more interviews. but today, i recieve no phonecall from any of the companies. i walked and walked and walked. walked all over town. from wisma atria to takashimaya to paragon to far east. inside, we walked from shop to shop. by evening time, my legs were about to give way. today, i stay at home and wait for my phone to ring. pffft. the rest? i need not say more. anyhow, the lady who interviewed me said by next week, if i'm shortlisted, they'll give me a call. so i still have hope. but chances are, HAHA. i doubt i'll get it la. the pay's good though. $6.50 per hour. 5day week. simple office task. sounds cool. hur (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my dad's colleague lent him (my family) a whole bunch of CDs. while my mother was using today, i watched CARS and OVER THE HEDGE. animated stuff. but the two shows are pretty nice. heh! i cant imagine how i'm going to carry on living my life (during the hols) with NOTHING to do. no job. no entertainment (when my mother's using the computer). omg. it's mental AND physical torture i say. my friends are always busy. and i have nowhere to go. argh. and i was looking forward to the holidays. my goodness. what was i thinking! but wait wait wait. let me comfort myself a little. at least all these boredom beats school? (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P/S : CHECK OUT THE NEW LAYOUT I MADE! hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-6788752230095035149?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/6788752230095035149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=6788752230095035149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6788752230095035149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6788752230095035149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/12/pfft-no-phonecall-no-job-no-life.html' title='pfft. no phonecall. no job. no life.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4955296084274675881</id><published>2006-11-29T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:15:26.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day at the beach and job-hunting.</title><content type='html'>at long last, i finally set foot on the sandy beach (: i've awaited that day to come since like i-dont-know-when. anyhow. YAY! hahaha. have been sun-kissed. abit painful, but &lt;i&gt;no pain no gain right&lt;/i&gt;. lol. met the group of girls at 9 and i &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;was not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; late. HA! took the mrt down to harbourfront and had breakfast there. thereafter, when we reached the ticketing booth, huimin realised her wallet went missing. so i accompanied her back and blah blah blah. (her wallet was found)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i couldn't soak myself in the water due to some reasons so i sat under the scorching sun the entire day and chatted away. sometimes when everyone else were occupied or engaged in their own conversations, i'd just sink into &lt;i&gt;the mood&lt;/i&gt;. cos that's one funny think about me that just won't change? hur. stupid huh? oh well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the sun definitey got to me by the end of the day. 'cause i had this headache. fortunately not some major one though. we walked around VivoCity, and it dawned upon me that &lt;b&gt;i really want to go shopping badly!&lt;/b&gt; argh. nvm nvm. bear with it! just another week and i can shop till i drop. wooot! then then &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt;, i took a long bus ride home with fy. and she was talking non-stop. lol. which was pretty entertaining la. that was yesterday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;to sum this whole entry up, what exactly's going on in my life is &lt;u&gt;job-hunting&lt;/u&gt;. i've been to an interview. sent out MANY resumes via the internet. and all i got was one offer, for a month-long job. which i declined. because i'm looking for a 3-month job. dang. every morning, i retrieve &lt;i&gt;Recruit&lt;/i&gt; from the newspaper, get my pen and start circling anything that catches my eye. no different from a retrenched employee. hur. some people may think i'm pathetic. but i dont really care. 'cause i admit. i'm doing this for the money. and my holidays, are getting WAY too boring. maybe you think i haven't got a life, but what the heck. your thoughts are mine to ignore. am going for another interview today in the afternoon. with anna. wish me luck peeps! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4955296084274675881?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4955296084274675881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4955296084274675881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4955296084274675881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4955296084274675881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-day-at-beach-and-job-hunting.html' title='my day at the beach and job-hunting.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4632620202114489644</id><published>2006-11-25T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:56:27.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer a secondary school...kid?</title><content type='html'>i write this post today, only because i was inspired by what a friend of mine has said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i have &lt;i&gt;graduated&lt;/i&gt;. yesterday was the last day as a secondary school..&lt;i&gt;kid&lt;/i&gt;. having been through five whole years of secondary education and six years of primary education. it seems i've come a long way. i hate endings really. what may seem like a happy ending, actually isnt. this is where we all part, whether we like it or not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the early morning alarms. the bus i took for five years &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; everyday.the path we walked to and fro school. the classroom we all suffered in. the constant preaches of our teachers. the horrendous noise our classmates make. the assignments/homework/projects/tests/exams we all hate. &lt;s&gt;the canteen food.&lt;/s&gt; the sight of 188 zooming pass you. the afternoon lunches. the teeny-weeny little squabbles. i sure am going to miss you peeps. even hi-bye friends. (dang, the radio's playing some sad song)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;okay. this isnt the end of my life. i still am going to see you all when i collect my result slip. AHHH! somehow. i dont want that day to come. hurhur. i FEAR that day. very very much. gulp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyhow, thank you all. for being part of my life (: these memories, both beautiful and &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;not so beautiful&lt;/i&gt;, will be etched deep in my heart. TAKE CARE ALL! hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4632620202114489644?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4632620202114489644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4632620202114489644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4632620202114489644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4632620202114489644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-longer-secondary-schoolkid.html' title='no longer a secondary school...kid?'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-4999405607536795241</id><published>2006-11-24T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:46:56.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grad night, is TONIGHT.</title><content type='html'>graduation night, prom night, whatever you call it. yeap, tonight is the &lt;i&gt;night&lt;/i&gt;. where all the girls and boys turn into young ladies and gentlemen. haha. 1/4 of me is looking to it, while 3/4 of me, so not looking forward to it. hur! i am afterall, not closely attached to the peeps from my class, much less the entire school body. oh well. shall make the best out of it though. there's food, food, and more food. (grins) and probably lots of snapping of photos with my five/four/three&lt;s&gt;/two/one&lt;/s&gt; year long classmates/ex-classmates. hopefully i dont get the swings again. and have a fun-filled night (: lol. bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-4999405607536795241?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/4999405607536795241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=4999405607536795241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4999405607536795241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/4999405607536795241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/11/grad-night-is-tonight.html' title='grad night, is TONIGHT.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-8973202849140285171</id><published>2006-11-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:54:03.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally Os are OVER! haahahaha.</title><content type='html'>HELLO MY &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;(s)!&lt;br&gt;i hereby announce that the O levels are officially &lt;big&gt;OVER!&lt;/big&gt; hahaha. this is what i call bliss. what i call, omg. the feeling is indescribable. i'm over the moon. wooot! i'm so happy i feel like running around in circles, or prancing around like...(i dont know what) what the heck. AHHH! pinch me somebody! tell me i'm not dreaming! LOL. i'm like so totally psyched up right now. i bet i'd toss and turn in bed tonight, unable to sleep a wink. va-va-voooom! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;after the final paper, i rushed home and took my shower. then met up with kylie and sherlin. AHH! it's been donkey years since i last CHILLED with them. hur! yes folks, i can now chill and hang out all i want. yahooo! i think im going bonkers, but who really cares. heh! sherlin dyed her hair a shocking orange with a dash of red on the fringe. WHOA? hahaha. when am i going to colour my hair, hmm. whoops, gotta run now people. adios amigos! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-8973202849140285171?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/8973202849140285171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=8973202849140285171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8973202849140285171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/8973202849140285171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-os-are-over-haahahaha.html' title='finally Os are OVER! haahahaha.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-2596696598089449965</id><published>2006-11-05T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:58:22.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day before o level; good luck all!</title><content type='html'>howdy folks! (:&lt;br /&gt;taking my mini break as of now. hur.&lt;br /&gt;i said i'd come to wish you people good luck right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so here it goes!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;all the best.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;good luck.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;best wishes.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;best of luck.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;you &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; do it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-2596696598089449965?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/2596696598089449965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=2596696598089449965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2596696598089449965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/2596696598089449965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-before-o-level-good-luck-all.html' title='a day before o level; good luck all!'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-1356663392910213937</id><published>2006-11-03T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:54:57.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sherlin's birthday</title><content type='html'>the early morning silence was shattered by the knock, knock, knocking on the 15th story. every morning, it's the same old thing. they have been renovating their house since like, forever. when will it come to a halt, i do not know. it's damn noisy la. pffft. from dusk to dawn you hear nothing but the sound of drills and hammers and _______ (i dont know what it's called). hur. anyway, everytime i mug, i have to put on my invisible ear plugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which. the exams are really, &lt;b&gt;near&lt;/b&gt;. approximately two days away? my heart's beating faster by the minute. (screams on the inside) shit. i find myself talking about the Os at every post i make. &lt;i&gt;fast forward&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sherlin's birthday today. so kylie got a cake after she finished her lessons and she came over to my place to make a card for her, together. it's been a long time since i last saw her. and i miss her so very much. those days hanging out, chilling out, &lt;i&gt;yada-yada&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;will not be forgotten!&lt;/b&gt; i cant wait to beach, shop, talk, and have fun with her. heh! &lt;u&gt;you're reading this now aren't you? (:&lt;/u&gt; i went down early this morning, as soon as i got up, to retrieve my three page long letter. i'd like to express my heartfelt thanks to her. for all the support and encouraging words and everything else. &lt;i&gt;(my goodness, as if i've won an award or something)&lt;/i&gt; no, wait. i have! i've won myself a wonderful friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, alright. i have to run now. bye all, i'll be updating soon. heh, to wish you all luck! tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-1356663392910213937?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/1356663392910213937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=1356663392910213937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1356663392910213937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1356663392910213937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/11/sherlins-birthday.html' title='sherlin&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-3376577751158469800</id><published>2006-10-29T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:35:23.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>robinsons called to hire me again (:</title><content type='html'>robinsons called me up a couple of days back. they asked if i was interested in working for them again this holidays. from the november 24 - december 24. but i wasn't really keen, so i declined. which makes me think back on how hard it was for me to get hired a year ago. but, nevermind. since i'm going to be working for months, i'm determined to find a higher paying job. prefably office-based work. not &lt;i&gt;gift wrapping&lt;/i&gt;. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting tomorrow, it'd be exact a week to the O'level Examinations. shit? :D the heat is &lt;b&gt;on&lt;/b&gt;. woot! with determination, comes success. you go girl! fullstop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-3376577751158469800?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/3376577751158469800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=3376577751158469800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3376577751158469800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3376577751158469800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/10/robinsons-called-to-hire-me-again.html' title='robinsons called to hire me again (:'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-1943443475162091214</id><published>2006-10-25T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:53:03.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12days to O levels, WOW.</title><content type='html'>heh. got that countdown thing whilst blog-hopping (:&lt;br /&gt;it pretty much gets me hyped for the &lt;u&gt;aftermath&lt;/u&gt; of the exams. the timing is a hundred percent accurate for those taking design and technology as the last paper. so, yeap. tick away! tsktsk. been studying lately. (who hasn't right) hur. anyway. mathematics and science (physics &amp;amp; chemistry) are my main focus. i need a minimum B3, better still, A2. -grins- i'll start on social studies probably next week. the others, when the papers are nearer, i'll study them. inside, i'm feeling all gung-ho and very very tingly. it's like, whenever i look at the calendar, i know it's &lt;b&gt;less&lt;/b&gt; than a month to being a free-bird. yet, it also means the exams are just around the corner. 12 days away to be exact. OMG. that totally freaks you out. doesn't it? (wide-eyed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me, one paper is already over and done with. yes, science practical. smack me in the face somebody. how could i have messed things up? everybody (secondary level onwards) knows crystal-clearly that the y-axis is vertical and the x-axis is horizontal. but peabrain rachel mixed them up. pfffft. i lost four stinking marks because of one careless (i repeat, CARELESS) mistake. that could have helped push me up one grade? who knows right. hur. shan't talk about it anymore. am going to head back to my books now. au revoir (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-1943443475162091214?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/1943443475162091214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=1943443475162091214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1943443475162091214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1943443475162091214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/10/12days-to-o-levels-wow.html' title='12days to O levels, WOW.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-17102666013147209</id><published>2006-10-15T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:00:27.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>renovation.</title><content type='html'>alas! i can blog again. lately, i've been so caught up with the whole &lt;i&gt;renovation saga&lt;/i&gt;, i haven't got any time to study and spend time with some people. &lt;u&gt;which i feel utterly bad about.&lt;/u&gt; renovating the house during this period of time, is definitely NOT right. but due to certain circumstances, we have got no choice whatsoever. good thing it's all coming to an end soon. anyhow, tomorrow is officially the &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt; day of school/mock exams, or what my school calls the &lt;i&gt;prepapatory exams&lt;/i&gt;. currently down to &lt;big&gt;four&lt;/big&gt; weeks till the commencement of the O'Level written papers. and &lt;big&gt;four&lt;/big&gt; days to my O'Level Combined Science Practical. (shrieks!) freaky? yes. during my prelims' sci practical,  my hands were shaking (for what? i also dont know.) and goodness me, it was only the prelims. we're talking Os now. &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;. hur. oh, right. i keep getting these porn tags. which are ANNOYING. i keep deleting them, but they keep tagging and tagging. haven't got anything better to do i assume. this is where my post ends. take care people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-17102666013147209?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/17102666013147209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=17102666013147209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/17102666013147209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/17102666013147209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/10/renovation.html' title='renovation.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-7019286660853158831</id><published>2006-10-02T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:01:12.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelim results are shit.</title><content type='html'>and so, the results are out. frightening? &lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt; expected these sort of results from the very beginning, so it's not much of a surprise. although it still gets to me and depresses me. still, let &lt;s&gt;us&lt;/s&gt; me look forward and not back. i guess i'm not the only one feeling this way around here right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made out this study plan. INTENSIVE one. one which only consists of an hour &lt;i&gt;&lt;sub&gt;plus&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/i&gt; usage of internet. an hour plus. &lt;big&gt;I CAN DO IT!&lt;/big&gt; haha. so what if i score shit for the prelims. i'll do &lt;u&gt;much&lt;/u&gt; better for the O's. &lt;i&gt;i have to&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. off i go now. take care, you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-7019286660853158831?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/7019286660853158831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=7019286660853158831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7019286660853158831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7019286660853158831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/10/prelim-results-are-shit.html' title='prelim results are shit.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-3987407546631197464</id><published>2006-09-28T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:43:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed with my prelim results</title><content type='html'>there are so many things i wish i didn't have to &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt;. didn't have to &lt;u&gt;hear&lt;/u&gt;. didn't have to &lt;u&gt;read&lt;/u&gt;. didn't have to &lt;u&gt;see&lt;/u&gt;. you know, if one day i lost my memory, the present me, would be most glad. to be able to forget every ugly thing in the world would be great. but what can i say? all are inevitable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually felt pretty lousy when certain things were being said earlier, with me overhearing it. yes, again, i wish i did &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; have to hear it. but should i use this to make myself more determined and motivated? i guess i ought to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;at times&lt;/s&gt;  all the time, i'd like very much to turn a blind eye to my surroundings. i, however, am unable to accomplish that 'task'. &lt;big&gt;ignorance is bliss&lt;/big&gt;, it truly is. thou easier said than done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-3987407546631197464?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/3987407546631197464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=3987407546631197464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3987407546631197464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/3987407546631197464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/09/disappointed-with-my-prelim-results.html' title='disappointed with my prelim results'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-7276138292088641365</id><published>2006-09-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:56:52.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my brother's 21st birthday (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;brother dearest&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. those four words, says it all? i was so out-of-place during the celebration yesterday. hur. fancy being &lt;i&gt;out-of-place&lt;/i&gt; in your very own house. bull crap. anyhow, my brother invited his primary, secondary, poly &amp; army friends. along with my relatives from my mother's side &amp;amp; 2 relatives from my father's side, my god-ma (which i've not seen for nearly a year). hmm, yeah. that's about it. thing about crowds? makes me wanna crawl into my room and hide in there forever. i bet, if the computer's in my room, i'd stay in there until everything ends. with everyone chattering at every corner of the house (except my room, my parents' room &amp;amp; the storeroom) it's as though you're surrounded by gazillions of houseflies/bees, whatever. the only few people i chatted with was my cousin (again about school) and my aunt (from my father's side). after the party came to an end, we cleaned up the house. yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, the family of four, went to Plaza Singapura aka PS to return the SCV thing and to celebrate again! (: haha. we all had ramen for dinner. and was suppose to give them all an &lt;i&gt;earthquake&lt;/i&gt; treat. pity it was too late, so maybe another time? (HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school starts tomorrow. &lt;b&gt;BUMMER!&lt;/b&gt; after weeks of &lt;u&gt;early&lt;/u&gt; release and 'off' days, i have to go through this week of hell. damn. i feel the pre-monday blues already. and to make things worse, i had an AWFUL nightmare last night about, (yup! you got it right) &lt;u&gt;school&lt;/u&gt;. AND to add on to what has already become worse, &lt;i&gt;i have my CLB O'level oral tomorrow noon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;big&gt;(SLAPS FOREHEAD)&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-7276138292088641365?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/7276138292088641365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=7276138292088641365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7276138292088641365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/7276138292088641365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-brothers-21st-birthday.html' title='my brother&apos;s 21st birthday (:'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-6780889736996462741</id><published>2006-09-22T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:30:24.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kor's 21st bday</title><content type='html'>i hereby, announce that, the preliminary examinations are offically OVER (: woooot. i've calculated an approximate value of the end-result. i'll probably get like 30 over points for my prelims. exaggerating? NOT. what i find tough, people find it relatively easy. like, i'm a goner right? hur. some of them dont study. but even though i mug until 2 something in the morning, i still have trouble completing it. pfffft. alright. enough about exams. spoils my uhh...night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'll be celebrating my brother's 21st birthday, together with many MANY other people. a whole swarm of them. (slaps forehead) it's not on the actual date though. we're celebrating one day in advance. thou shalt protect the computer from any enemies! ahhh. how i wish i can shift it over to my room, just for one day? ): den lock myself in the room throughout the whole 'party'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. notice i barely blog these days? 'cause, i now find it hard to express myself. it's kind of, dumb. isn't it? i have so many things i wanna say. but, due to restrictions, i am unable to do so. i'm even thinking of putting a stop to my blogging career. (HAHA. that sounds downright, ridiculous?) what career. hur. oh well. i'm gonna end here. will update someday next time. haha. till then, take care folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-6780889736996462741?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/6780889736996462741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=6780889736996462741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6780889736996462741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6780889736996462741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/09/kors-21st-bday.html' title='kor&apos;s 21st bday'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-1393630445464710661</id><published>2006-09-09T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:16:19.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phase one of house renovation accomplished.</title><content type='html'>i'm blogging today. to let you folks know that &lt;b&gt;i'm still alive and kicking!&lt;/b&gt; hur (: only, i almost died yesterday. no thanks to the haze. had an asthma attack and had to puff my inhaler. anyhow, this whole 'holiday' thing is coming to an end it a couple of days. okay, to be more specific. TWO days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to mug the entire week profusely, but i got carried away doing other stuff. which is no surprise, because it happens all the time. guilt-stricken. why? 'cause everytime grandma calls, she asks what i'm up to. and when i tell her i'm watching tv or whatnot, she says i deserve a break after studying the whole day. HA! but she probably knows i dont study the whole bloody day now. (through my mother of course) oh well. i lack determination, motivation, etcetera. OKAY! so now i'm making up excuses. fine, fine. so lazy worms are crawling all over me, inside-out. pffft. i hate making confessions. (laughs out loud for real)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, the 'aircon people' came and 'ripped off' my air-conditioner and replaced them with NEW ones (: yay-ness. and then they left, leaving the house encrusted with fine particles of dust/dirt. yuck. DOUBLE yuck. after which, four of us cleaned the house thoroughly. now, it's spick and span. heh! phase one of house renovation, accomplished! yeeeha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-1393630445464710661?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/1393630445464710661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=1393630445464710661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1393630445464710661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/1393630445464710661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/09/phase-one-of-house-renovation.html' title='phase one of house renovation accomplished.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-6553211903017724464</id><published>2006-09-03T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T14:20:22.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my cousin passed away.</title><content type='html'>life. such a fragile thing. something all of us take for granted. something all of us do not treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, a cousin of mine passed away. after five whole years of suffering, she can now rest in peace. sigh. how she landed in this state? she went to australia to further her studies. came back to singapore and went back again, to do her Masters. during that period of time, she met with an accident. she was a really really strong-willed person i must say. she fought, and fought. she was determined to live. and she made it! but she could no longer live her life the way all of us do. for the past 5 years, i guess she was in pain. i dint get to play much with her in the past. oh well. what do we get in studying so much? (slaps forehead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the funeral wake last night. one of my aunt cried and cried, &lt;u&gt;so much&lt;/u&gt;. if only i could go over and give her a hug. but in that family, i'm just &lt;i&gt;somebody else&lt;/i&gt;. and my ah-ma? when she arrived, we could all feel the tension. her limbs were weak. yet, she wallked as fast as she could. by the time she reached the entrance of the room, she lost all co-ordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was rather solemn (that goes without saying right? hurr.) oh. right. on my way to the toilet, it was CREEPY. there were coffins and near the toilet, its the room where they pump out all the blood and fluid of the dead? okay, enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta run now! bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-6553211903017724464?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/6553211903017724464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=6553211903017724464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6553211903017724464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/6553211903017724464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-cousin-passed-away.html' title='my cousin passed away.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-115694241880724651</id><published>2006-08-30T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:53:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jiang ling is an asshole.</title><content type='html'>i got &lt;big&gt;pissed off&lt;/big&gt; today. DAMN pissed off. he is a complete &lt;b&gt;jerk&lt;/b&gt;. a pain in my arse. no, a pain, EVERYWHERE. he irritates the hell out of me. and he enjoys poking his nose into everyone's business. his ego is &lt;u&gt;ENORMOUS&lt;/u&gt;. his mouth? &lt;b&gt;BIGGER&lt;/b&gt;. argh. he calls people names. he says i'm stupid &lt;u&gt;FOR NO RHYME OR REASON&lt;/u&gt;. when i 'defend' myself. he says i'm petty. and yes, makes a bloody mountain out of a puny little molehill. HELLO? i'm the victim here! you give off unnesessary remarks. he is downright &lt;u&gt;irksome&lt;/u&gt;. okay, so maybe ANYTHING he does just so totally puts me off. SO WHAT. &lt;big&gt;he annoys me.&lt;/big&gt; very very VERY MUCH. he spoilt my mood for an hour or so. but when i reached home, i couldn't care less. dang. pity he's in my class. or i would have given him a piece of my mind. what a jerk. what a dirtbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'm putting this all behind me now. HUR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-115694241880724651?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/115694241880724651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=115694241880724651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115694241880724651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115694241880724651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/08/jiang-ling-is-asshole.html' title='jiang ling is an asshole.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-115651698717832369</id><published>2006-08-25T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:43:07.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont wanna say a thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;'cause i &lt;u&gt;refuse&lt;/u&gt; to say a thing.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-115651698717832369?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/115651698717832369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=115651698717832369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115651698717832369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115651698717832369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-wanna-say-thing.html' title='dont wanna say a thing'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-115642063527432905</id><published>2006-08-24T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:57:15.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GCE O Level English Oral Examination. TheWineKone.</title><content type='html'>had my oral today. pffft. it dint go &lt;b&gt;smoothly&lt;/b&gt;, but it wasn't all THAT bad either. all in all, it was passable..i reckon? hur. i was a complete nervous wreck. being the sixth person on the list, i had to watch five people leave for their turns. each time someone left, my heart got heavier. it almost felt like my tie was suffocating me, i could barely breathe! (alright, i'll cut out all the melodramatic scenes) ha. so, anyway, i know i tried my very best. i gave it my all. &lt;i&gt;or so i think&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two videos are HILARIOUS. watch the first, then second one.&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-rcjaBWvx0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-rcjaBWvx0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9pzJmjITPw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9pzJmjITPw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the up and coming Russell Peters? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-115642063527432905?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/115642063527432905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=115642063527432905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115642063527432905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115642063527432905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/08/gce-o-level-english-oral-examination.html' title='GCE O Level English Oral Examination. TheWineKone.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-115605931915064053</id><published>2006-08-20T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:35:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dnt KILLS.</title><content type='html'>i thought, and i thought &lt;u&gt;hard&lt;/u&gt;. i slogged throughtout the night on my folio. and still, i'm not done. i landed myself in this state, but it's going to be worth it..right? design and technology, a subject i once thought was a piece of cake. but darling, i was wrong. i told mr tan to tell me all that i had to change, to score an A1, and so he did. now i've a PILE of things to do. am required to redo my ideas &amp; work on my design development. ideas. no nothing's flowing through my head. i have to get my A1, i just have to. only then will i be saf&lt;b&gt;er&lt;/b&gt;. physiotherapy equipments. what can i &lt;i&gt;invent&lt;/i&gt;? crap. my mom and brother laugh at my ideas. okay, so maybe they're &lt;s&gt;a little&lt;/s&gt; shitty and all. but hey! it'll help right ): pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(starts banging head on the wall over and over and over and over again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chest feels all wheezy, my nose is stuffy, my eyes are heavy and i think i'm dying. &lt;u&gt;frowns&lt;/u&gt;. i thougth i could finish everything by today. but boy was i wrong. it's almost like starting from scratch. ALMOST, fortunately it's not. hur! slept at 335am, woke up at 1pm. after two and a half hours of break, it's high time i crawl back to work. &lt;b&gt;oh-how-psyched-i-am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care all. full gear ahead! lol (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-115605931915064053?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/115605931915064053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=115605931915064053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115605931915064053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115605931915064053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/08/dnt-kills.html' title='dnt KILLS.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-115582060892570374</id><published>2006-08-17T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:16:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dnt/making of farewell gifts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;ALAS!&lt;/big&gt; i knew this day would come. all the lack of sleep and burning of way-past-midnight oil, i'm officially, uhh..affected? hur. i've got this splitting headache that just won't seem to go away, and a runny nose. and, yes, &lt;u&gt;eye bags&lt;/u&gt;.  everyday, when i come home from school, i look into the mirror and see myself, &lt;b&gt;frazzled&lt;/b&gt;. day in, day out, all that's on my mind is DNT. hur. no life right? (: anyhow, this goes on, until next monday, or so i think. the actual O'level deadline is 30 August. but, that's just a day after the mark of the preliminary exams. -pulls hair apart- &lt;i&gt;ahh.&lt;/i&gt; i can't wait for the finale. yeah-yeah, too far-fetched. still three months. hang in there people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i submitted my folio this morning, binded. just for this SHORT little time span, i feel like i've take a load of burden off my shoulders. then comes another pile of work. hur. it's neverending, is it? plus i've got this Farwell Celebration tomorrow evening at 6. funny thing, why do they call it a &lt;u&gt;celebration&lt;/u&gt;. isn't FAREWELL suppose to be a solemn kind of..thing? O.o weird huh. oh right, i've not even begun making those &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; souvenirs. argh. i'd very much prefer to do some work, rather than do those little farewell gifts. i mean, come on, let's face it, in years to come, or maybe even by next year, we'll become almost no different from strangers? okay, maybe acquaintances. oh crap, i sound so damn mean &amp;amp; unfriendly right. lol. my bad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll end here for today. the headache's &lt;i&gt;mind blowing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-115582060892570374?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/115582060892570374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=115582060892570374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115582060892570374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115582060892570374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/08/dntmaking-of-farewell-gifts.html' title='dnt/making of farewell gifts.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-115556549001004818</id><published>2006-08-14T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:24:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at long last.</title><content type='html'>time now, &lt;u&gt;1010pm.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, &lt;u&gt;struggling with assignments.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hello&lt;/b&gt; hectic school life. (slaps forehead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, the workload is back. i've got paper 1 and 2 math paper to complete, chemistry year 2003 paper and the stinking DNT folio. i haven't got much time left. math &amp;amp; chem's due tomorrow, dnt by wednesday. which means i have only today and tmr to finish them up. what the heck? ahhh. pressure, &lt;i&gt;pressure&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the past few hours figuring out how to do the dumb questions for the past year papers. looks like i've to burn the midnight oil for these few days. &lt;u&gt;misery.&lt;/u&gt; i'll be blogging MUCH lesser nowadays. &lt;b&gt;LESSER&lt;/b&gt; computer usage, &lt;big&gt;MORE&lt;/big&gt; studying. bring out the inner nerd rach! (: anyhow, even if i do so, i'll be ranting on about the same old rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, right. how's the new layout? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time now, &lt;u&gt;1019pm.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming, &lt;u&gt;continue struggling with assignments.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-115556549001004818?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/115556549001004818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=115556549001004818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115556549001004818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115556549001004818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-long-last.html' title='at long last.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-115540116013716281</id><published>2006-08-13T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:46:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout, hurtful to eye.</title><content type='html'>a really really &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; short post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do realise how &lt;big&gt;HURTFUL&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new layout is for the eyes. MY BAD! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-115540116013716281?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/115540116013716281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=115540116013716281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115540116013716281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115540116013716281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-layout-hurtful-to-eye.html' title='new layout, hurtful to eye.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-115513061454120423</id><published>2006-08-09T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:36:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration with sheri mh anna/fireworks/national day</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the oh-so-dumb national day celebration in school, i went home, then out again, with sheri/anna/miaohui to cwp then marina square. turns out, i haven't got seven birthday cakes this year, but &lt;big&gt;NINE&lt;/big&gt;. -bangsheadonthewall- should i be feeling HAPPY or plain &lt;sub&gt;fat.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, anna went off, leaving the three of us to head down to The Esplanade to watch the fireworks. it was &lt;b&gt;spectacular&lt;/b&gt;. yes, it was. i give it two thumbs up. no, THREE! (uh, right. i dont have three thumbs) anyhow, we waited for more than an hour, till the beautiful fireworks shot up high into the sky, &lt;i&gt;dazzling&lt;/i&gt;. so, we waited for eons, only to watch smth which lasted for minutes. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE made their way out of the place. so it's &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; surprise it was jam-packed with earthlings. i was literally SQUASHED and almost lost sight of the two girls. mh's ezlink was out of cash, so we decided to take a bus. we walked a long LONG distance, risking out lives running across this hectic road, getting ourselves 'lost' and finally finding a bus stop. we thought, &lt;i&gt;ahh~ at last!&lt;/i&gt; but when we boarded that &lt;b&gt;lao pok&lt;/b&gt; bus 700A, we got ourselves stuck in a massive traffic jam &amp; a bus raided with baby cockroaches. &lt;u&gt;HELLO? DOES ANYBODY EVEN CLEAN THE BUS?&lt;/u&gt; for the whole journey, we had our legs lifted up, watching out for the roaches, which was utterly disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we reached bukit panjang interchange, it was nearly 12midnight. no 975 for us to take, so we walked all the way out to take 190, to cck interchange, then 300, home. i was EXHAUSTED. went home, showered, then fell asleep, all the way until 1240pm today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy national day, to all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-115513061454120423?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/115513061454120423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=115513061454120423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115513061454120423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115513061454120423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/08/celebration-with-sheri-mh.html' title='celebration with sheri mh anna/fireworks/national day'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21542075.post-115496966901502107</id><published>2006-08-07T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:54:29.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th Birthday.</title><content type='html'>birthdays. they come once a year. some, once in four years. supposedly, special. a day girls/boys get gifts, a birthday cake, hugs and kisses, handshakes, greetings, and more gifts. i wasn't psyched about the whole birthday thing. i told kyl, &lt;i&gt;i think it's an old age symptom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at twelve midnight on the 7th of August 2006. i was awoken by my brother. he played multiple YouTube &lt;u&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/u&gt; videos, non-stop. HA! the whole scenario was hilarious (: and thoughtful. at the same time, sms-es were coming in. for 40minutes, i was receiving and sending messages. (&lt;i&gt;crap, my bill's going to shoot SKY HIGH&lt;/i&gt;) soon after, i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;FAST FORWARD&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school, anna/sheri/miaohui had this plot. a plot which i knew was going on, but i played along for as long as it lasted. alas, i opened my pencil case. a small black book, personalised (: aww. okay, here's the part i start introducing the presents. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/1600/P8070374.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/200/P8070374.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a book, so black, so plain. made into something, so meaningful. filled with memoirs. handmade, with love (HAHA). okay. the contents are absolutely Private &amp; Confidential, as they contain, certain stuff which are not to be revealed to other people. 20 years down the road, i'd take the book out, slap myself in the forehead and laugh my ass off (: -given to by anna/sheri/miaohui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/1600/P8070375.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/200/P8070375.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gifts from my beloved mother (the card), the two angbaos are from daddy dearest and the World's Greatest Grandmother. they all contain the same thing, you-know-what-la-hor :D hahaha. i love them, i love them ALL, wholeheartedly. yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/1600/P8070306.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/200/P8070306.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning, she comes to me, and hands me this pretty little bag. and that's what was inside. YUMMY (and fattening) chocolate. and a handwritten note to me. five years of friendship, and counting? (: -given to by kavidha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/1600/P8070305.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/200/P8070305.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, thou we're not like CLOSE friends or anything, he gave me this pack of GOLDEN chocolate (OMG! double fattening spree) i was pretty, stunned. and happy at the same time. -given to by yazid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/1600/P8070303.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/200/P8070303.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very VERY pretty sleek black packaging with sweet looking earrings. she says, "it's from me, myself and i" yup! it's from jialing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fast forward again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home from the hectic school life of mine. tired and all, lying on the couch, watching telly. suddenly kyl &amp;amp; sher pops into my house. SURPRISE! hahaha. they bought &lt;u&gt;six&lt;/u&gt; mini cakes! plus my other birthday cake from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/1600/P8070310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/200/P8070310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/1600/P8070369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/287/2180/200/P8070369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a whopping &lt;b&gt;SEVEN&lt;/b&gt; number birthday cakes i have this year. tell me who has SEVEN cakes in one birthday. haha. lucky or what? O.o so kyl &amp; sher stayed for dinner. we snapped TONNES of pictures. as if we were in some studio. haha. crapped around. and had &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt;. i'm short of one picture. a present from my two darlings. apparently, i've put it in the washing machine (they got me two tees). tsktsk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, i would like to thank each and EVERY one who wished me and for everything other thing else. &lt;big&gt;&lt;sub&gt; THANK YOU!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542075-115496966901502107?l=ohshutupalready.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/feeds/115496966901502107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21542075&amp;postID=115496966901502107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115496966901502107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21542075/posts/default/115496966901502107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohshutupalready.blogspot.com/2006/08/17th-birthday.html' title='17th Birthday.'/><author><name>rachy!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vKXAZZBKbd4/Ss3bKVPKtlI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NTQ-_tDQ0Qs/S220/cammy.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
