<?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-9805714</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:47:42.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unstereotypical me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-7155329031327801315</id><published>2007-06-15T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:49:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>279th/last post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE world. this is closure. &lt;br /&gt;everyone needs closure now and then. &lt;br /&gt;JANINE just delayed it, so now its taking place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, JANINE is far from sad. or unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;She's just busy enjoying life with her friends. &lt;br /&gt;Good friends. Friends she love so much she wanna squeeze them tight now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL. &lt;br /&gt;BYE un-cliche-ish. you served me well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-7155329031327801315?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/7155329031327801315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=7155329031327801315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/7155329031327801315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/7155329031327801315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/06/279thlast-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-5499966291845245576</id><published>2007-05-07T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:25:28.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the heart hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting to kick in. &lt;br /&gt;assignments and all starting to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;lousy&lt;br /&gt;sooling's going back tom morn. &lt;br /&gt;sad. no more cousin to bring around. &lt;br /&gt;to scream at rats with. &lt;br /&gt;no more fun things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;school. such a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling the strain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second last post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-5499966291845245576?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/5499966291845245576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=5499966291845245576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/5499966291845245576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/5499966291845245576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/05/heart-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-7370779349552727977</id><published>2007-04-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:49:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changi airport&lt;br /&gt;Grinding teeth, socks and snores&lt;br /&gt;Popeye's still satisfies my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;Bye Pastor Heidi, gonna miss her. &lt;br /&gt;Been sucha blessing, taught me much and introduced DRess to PIZZA SUB. &lt;br /&gt;But she's off to prep for her special wedding. &lt;br /&gt;While others walk down the aisle, she's gonna come down the aisle in a helicopter. &lt;br /&gt;How cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;all you&lt;br /&gt;all you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-7370779349552727977?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/7370779349552727977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=7370779349552727977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/7370779349552727977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/7370779349552727977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/04/changi-airport-grinding-teeth-socks-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-2118828709887865613</id><published>2007-04-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:35:22.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you moved something in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janine is going back to school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-2118828709887865613?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/2118828709887865613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, you win.&lt;br /&gt;as always, what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure you get your way. the problem is, i'm not happy with it&lt;br /&gt;i'm not happy with the way things turn out. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;you're trying to protect me, but don't you realise all you're doing is just pushing me further and further away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like i'm not trying. you're just not listening&lt;br /&gt;do you actually hear the things you say?&lt;br /&gt;do you realise that they don't make sense at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the world is a dangerous place. lock me up at home!&lt;br /&gt;school's are dangerous too. didn't you see what happened to virginia tech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done trying. don't know what i'm gonna do bout this, but i sure know i'm never gonna try communication again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-7564116353670652299</id><published>2007-04-18T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:26:12.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the beat goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being second place. &lt;br /&gt;No, I wanna be the ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you choose a flower?&lt;br /&gt;Do you pick one that catches your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Or eliminate the not so nice ones to get the nicest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I don't trust &lt;s&gt;men&lt;/s&gt; boys anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Not when it comes to affairs of the heart. &lt;br /&gt;And I think that's a mighty good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take the wheel. Please. &lt;br /&gt;Snatch it from me if You have to. &lt;br /&gt;I need You oh so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-7564116353670652299?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/7564116353670652299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=7564116353670652299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/7564116353670652299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/7564116353670652299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-beat-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-1858639060046807784</id><published>2007-04-12T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:52:34.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of this endless cycle.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times i nicely try to set things straight&lt;br /&gt;You always go back to square one again. AGAIN and AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;I no longer see the point in trying anymore&lt;br /&gt;You don't get it, seems like you never will&lt;br /&gt;Someone please teach me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually going through those nobody-understands-me-i'm-so-alone kinda phase that probably should have stopped occuring 1 or 2 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i'm tired. tired tired tired tired tired. &lt;br /&gt;tired of people controlling my life, telling me what's right and what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;what i should do, what i shouldn't do, which way to go, how to live.&lt;br /&gt;tired of having to listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;tired of being at the receiving end, and tired of talking to the wall&lt;br /&gt;tired of thinking, tired of doing, tired of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want a healthy relationship. yet you speak but don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;you want a win-win situation, yet somehow everything ends up going your way&lt;br /&gt;i tried time and time again to stop this, to change the way things are, to find a better solution&lt;br /&gt;but you, you only stick to your way, your method, your logic, your reasoning&lt;br /&gt;has it never occured to you that i could be right&lt;br /&gt;that i could actually be making sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could ignore you and stop talking to you for a few weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-1858639060046807784?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/1858639060046807784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=1858639060046807784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/1858639060046807784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/1858639060046807784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-so-tired-of-this-endless-cycle.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-868835697954416148</id><published>2007-04-10T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:58:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life right now is like those space shooting games&lt;br /&gt;when it gets harder and harder. &lt;br /&gt;all these comets are multiplying and increasing in speed. &lt;br /&gt;so many to take care of, just one of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't pressure me. stop putting all your hopes on me&lt;br /&gt;i CANNOT take it. &lt;br /&gt;i can't stand you sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;you're killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-868835697954416148?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/868835697954416148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=868835697954416148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/868835697954416148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/868835697954416148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-right-now-is-like-those-space.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-9067685801293200989</id><published>2007-04-07T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:09:56.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lobster shedding skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa was great fun. been a LONG time since i had so much fun in a day. &lt;br /&gt;never been pushed/thrown into the water so many times before though. &lt;br /&gt;was able to spend some quiet moments just sitting on the sand, looking at the water, the waves, the sky. &lt;br /&gt;captains ball. ben&amp;jerry's. east coast park. nightsky gazing. &lt;br /&gt;the things you can do in a day.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be moving out of un-cliche-ish pretty soon. &lt;br /&gt;just have to get my blogskin settled and i'll be gone. &lt;br /&gt;like i said, ask me for the address.&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/9805714-9067685801293200989?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/9067685801293200989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=9067685801293200989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/9067685801293200989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/9067685801293200989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/04/lobster-shedding-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-9153333018085094248</id><published>2007-03-27T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:55:56.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't say you know me&lt;br /&gt;Cos really, you don't. &lt;br /&gt;Stop bringing me through these needless rollercoaster rides.&lt;br /&gt;I don't desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met Kelvin for my presents, for like ten fifteen minutes? &lt;br /&gt;Sorry Kelvin, meet up properly another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-9153333018085094248?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/9153333018085094248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=9153333018085094248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/9153333018085094248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/9153333018085094248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-say-you-know-me-cos-really-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-5059118775107405321</id><published>2007-03-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:40:39.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BMW and NS guys&lt;br /&gt;Drink stall uncle that has a Bachelor in Arts and Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;The thrills of this job of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one lesson I've learnt: Never ever judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, don't judge at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, take my hand in yours. &lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop posting here soon. in the midst of creating another blog. &lt;br /&gt;Will be rather private, if you wanna be part of my exclusive readers list, ask me for the add. &lt;br /&gt;I know blogs are meant to be read by public. But i think i appreciate knowing who reads my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-5059118775107405321?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/5059118775107405321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=5059118775107405321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/5059118775107405321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/5059118775107405321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/03/bmw-and-ns-guys-drink-stall-uncle-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-2903784571583530042</id><published>2007-03-22T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:11:01.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could say a thousand words, but then you'd walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomp the yard. Quite alrite, nothing spectacularly special about the plot though&lt;br /&gt;Like all the other street dance shows, someone dies way early. &lt;br /&gt;The girl's pretty though, and sylvester (Brian J White) reminded me of The Rock SO MUCH. &lt;br /&gt;He was better looking than the lead actor in fact. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words ain't just words sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;They tear down, destroy, rip, take away even kill,&lt;br /&gt;yet build up, edify, encourage, bless, touch.&lt;br /&gt;Choose your words, they can't be taken back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY I YEU!! &lt;br /&gt;Ain't that just a special name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-2903784571583530042?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/2903784571583530042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=2903784571583530042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/2903784571583530042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/2903784571583530042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-could-say-thousand-words-but-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-1269432632740404699</id><published>2007-03-15T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:46:25.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;was a blast. finally inched a lil closer to fit after so long. felt so tired after all the activities. tsk tsk, lousy!&lt;br /&gt;had a good dinner with the girls plus abel nicholas and edward. rare moments i get to hear jelene and small eli talk so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work.&lt;br /&gt;has been filling up my days this week. made new friends that i would never make otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;definitely a different experience. so much better than an admin job.&lt;br /&gt;plus! we went pooling just now. new pooling buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;all disappeared. cept for lynn cos i suddenly bumped into her today. =D&lt;br /&gt;yuxuan and jerome good lo. dua me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. &lt;br /&gt;trying to create a new blogskin but being the hardcore procrastinator that i am, haven't started a single pixel.&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-1269432632740404699?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/1269432632740404699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=1269432632740404699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/1269432632740404699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/1269432632740404699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/03/sentosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-5310830903133469704</id><published>2007-03-10T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:09:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOGOGOGOGOGOGO to JORAM's blog now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the new video 'I Don't Love You' and fall in love with the song all over again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it. =)&lt;br /&gt;black white. the stark contrast. &lt;br /&gt;the girl that looks like a cross between pussinboots and japgirls&lt;br /&gt;how she looks like a porcelain doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man it rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-5310830903133469704?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/5310830903133469704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=5310830903133469704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/5310830903133469704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/5310830903133469704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/03/gogogogogogogo-to-jorams-blog-now-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-633354005855637705</id><published>2007-02-28T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:42:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello mello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since i last blogged. so many things have been happening!&lt;br /&gt;school's finally over. long awaited. woohooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vDay's spent with 2 of my favourite girls GRACE and STEP =D&lt;br /&gt;Had a major pigout session at Carl's Jr, but great time hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE you babes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;had an early reunion dinner with dad's side. FINALLY get to see dear Randahl. &lt;br /&gt;look so innocent, but when he wants something, he sulks! &lt;br /&gt;but he's so cute. &lt;br /&gt;then left for PENANG and boy was the jam BAD. the usual 7 hours turned into a big bad 15 hours. &lt;br /&gt;luckily we still managed to stop and get my Dunkin Donuts!&lt;br /&gt;PENANG was fun as usual. Caven is growing up so quickly! already 5 turning 6?! yikes. &lt;br /&gt;played mahjong day and night. watched vcds. ate ALOT. woohoo. that was life. &lt;br /&gt;had a hard time leaving. i really wanted to stay longer while the rest left for home. &lt;br /&gt;but, the thought of me heading back to sg alone in a bus with so many other people?&lt;br /&gt;nah. not worth it. esp in the CNY season. &lt;br /&gt;but of course, we stayed long enough to taste ghim poh's famous hokkien mee. &lt;br /&gt;DELISH! plus the chilli paste? haven't tried any that beats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, its been spring cleaning revisited!&lt;br /&gt;bought quite a number of things from ikea, so i've been helping daddy with them, and also trying to pack my room here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i'll come back when more stuff happens!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-633354005855637705?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/633354005855637705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=633354005855637705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/633354005855637705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/633354005855637705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-mello-its-been-so-long-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116862635630317015</id><published>2007-01-13T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T02:25:56.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm late with my new year post and all that. Doesn't matter. I shall still do a new year post though I'm late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, THANKS (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, Step, Huiwen and Debbie&lt;br /&gt;(Probably because I just had a REAL good time with the four of you) I really love having you girls in my life. Even though we met up like less than half the time we used to spent during the 4 hum days, we're still our usual chatty, crazy, super attract attention (unintentionally) selves. I love how we always start debating over the littlest things, and how we all seem to 'click' despite our differences. Grace is still the studious, super graceful self-sacrificing girl. Step the bimbo looking but yet not bimbo one, the fashionista, the tallest, the girl I always seem to miss in school. Huiwen the social butterfly, always in on the latest, still as cartoon as ever. Debbie, the target of most of our bullying (LOL), yet most thoughtful and probably the most emotional. 2006 has been a long year, and without you girls with me everyday, it's different. No more daily $1 ice creams, no more playing in the rain like psychos. We've been through so much together, had so many internal conflicts and confrontations, but we made it through! =D Looking forward to more of our catching up outings, chalets, brithday celebrations and whatever else in store. I love every single one of you and I mean it from the bottomest of my heart! LOVE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JARLZ&lt;br /&gt;My lovely LarissaHoJiaLe and ZoeHoXiuJin, its been 5 years and counting! It's amazing how we don't meet up for MONTHS, then we meet and all is still the same. We used to talk about how things are awkward with our old childhood besties, and were afraid we'd be like that too, but see! We're still us. The powerpuff girls. The threesome. I love netballing with you girls, I love hanging out and chilling at some cafe and just talk and talk. I miss those mugging for O's days, I miss watching old movies (and new ones too) together. Lala, remember our The Parents' Trap challenge thing? We still have yet to figure out their secret handshake. LOL. Sec 1 was the most drama mama year for us huh. Quite stuupid if you think back, how Zoe was like our arch enemy.&lt;br /&gt;How our 'clique' changed so many times yet we still stuck together. Our telepathy. I'm so glad I have you 2 in my life. My sunshines. There's no need to emphasize how much I love and miss you two, cos you probably know how I feel. =D&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the guys. Joel, its been EONS since I last saw you. Sorry I couldn't arrange the photography session such that it fits everyone's schedule, but its okay! We'll meet up soon? ABRIEL! So fun having you around, making a fool of yourself for us to laugh at. Wahaha. Fellow-powerful-english-person, one of the few people I enjoy receiving SMSes from cos it ALWAYS makes me laugh. Drama mama to the core. Have fun with candice and remember to UPDATE us. Ronald/roland! Still our portable cabinet. One of the few guy friends I can sit down and really talk with, and still enjoy your company. Even though most of the time its me talking, cos you're 'shy'. Waha, how absurd.&lt;br /&gt;To summarise it all, I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG32-NYJC&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was a blast! Even though OG32 wasn't filled with enthus, the enthus had our share of fun. Really was a time of change for me. Xianmin, Ben, WL, Glenn, Grace, Jieying, GARY! LOL. Dancing queen, sentosa, mad picture taking, eye-candy watching, these things made life in NYJC worth while (though it wasn't very long). Gary probably taught me the most, and gave me the best memories. Haha. Scandalous? It's called the first three month fling.. Just kidding. I shall stop here. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QueeHuang&lt;br /&gt;You're probably quite surprised to see your name appearing here, but I just wanna thank you again, for being there when I needed most. =D Sec 1 was crazy. It's all gone and over, but I'm glad you were the first friend I made in Holy High. I'm so blessed to see you change and grow in the Lord over the past few years, and its like a huge encouragement to me. You're SUCH a strong and energetic girl, its contagious. Do you miss Girl Guides? haha I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I'm thanking you now, cos its more of a last last year thing. But oh well, since I never really thanked you before, here it is. Its was really nice getting to know you, chatting with you online and stuff. You're the sweetest, most thoughtful and sincere guy I know and its such a blessing to have a friend like you. And the best thing is that you have a heart for people, for the world, for children, for God. You've always wanted to go on mission trips right? So go! Continue blessing others! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR&lt;br /&gt;Too many people to thank under this category. Elizabeth, for being my lunch buddy. Christine for hanging out with me so often during the hols, I have had FUN with you, listening to you speaking is fun-filled already. Wahaha. My small group- Char, Pam, Rae, for being there every Sunday, to share and be there for each other. For the loving and encouraging SMSes. I really hope that we'll forge a deeper relationship in the coming year. Jana and Jeslin, so fun hanging out with you girls, though it was only in the second half of the year when I really got to know Jana. The phototaking, girl conversations, subway dinners. School wouldn't have been fun without seeing you girls after classes. =D Joram, for being in the same course as me. LOL It's nice to have someone I know know around. And! For introducing me to the nicest song everr! (for now) Aaron for all your encouragements, company on photog sessions and chilling times. Everyone else! (I'm getting quite lazy already) Though you may not have been mentioned, I love you all the same! Really! Oh, I still owe all of you your Christmas gift. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T02 people&lt;br /&gt;Cailin, Asher, Sher, Michelle, Tiffany, Melissa, Bella, Jonny (okay, they're not from T02).... Thanks for being nice, fun class/coursemates! So many things have happened in less than a year. I guess we've much more in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty Kelvin. Its been more than a year already. And we still haven't had a chance to meet up. =X I really feel so bad. Haha. Don't know when you'll see this, but when my vacation comes okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPDB girls&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin Josefyn Serene. I loved training with you girls. I really really really had so much fun with you's, though we were aching everywhere everyday. So determined to get into DB, yet I bailed. Haha. Oh well, we may not be team mates anymore, but I really had fun while it lasted. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;no reason to post this here, so I won't go in depth. Just to show and clarify that I'm not a water thicker than blood person. =D I love my cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;For being with me throughout the whole year, guiding me and helping me with every obstacle. Lord, I thank You so much for just being there, for giving me hope when I feel despair, for picking me up when I didn't feel like getting up anymore. Thank You Lord for all the opportunities You've blessed me with, all the lessons and experiences. Words are just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long post. I meant every single word, and am sorry if I missed anyone out. Like I said, I love you all the same! Have a blessed 2007 everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116862635630317015?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116862635630317015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116862635630317015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116862635630317015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116862635630317015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-so-im-late-with-my-new-year-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116520864580782526</id><published>2006-12-04T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T13:04:05.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>selvan is such a meanie. if only kweehoon were the overall in charge of J2&lt;br /&gt;at least she understands and actually TALKED with me about it&lt;br /&gt;selvan just started going berserk and emphasizing that i should've known better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. God will never forsake me. &lt;br /&gt;so people continue keeping me in your prayers. i NEED them alot. &lt;br /&gt;pray that i'll get over the lost of 20% in my Journalism and that somehow things will work out fine like they always do.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days and i'll be meeting my sweet lil JOE and every other kid again! &lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited &lt;br /&gt;aren't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116520864580782526?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116520864580782526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116520864580782526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116520864580782526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116520864580782526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/12/selvan-is-such-meanie.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116488693541833852</id><published>2006-11-30T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:42:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i detest e-learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116488693541833852?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116488693541833852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116488693541833852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116488693541833852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116488693541833852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-detest-e-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116447491267216770</id><published>2006-11-26T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:15:12.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a GOOD day with my 2 loves today&lt;br /&gt;had a great time chatting like we used to always do&lt;br /&gt;and things never seem to change between us&lt;br /&gt;we're stil the same old lala, zoe and janine&lt;br /&gt;i love you 2 sweeties SO much.&lt;br /&gt;with e both of you's, days can never go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so obsessed with 'I don't love you'&lt;br /&gt;it's addictive.&lt;br /&gt;i just keep pressing 'Watch Again' over and over again on ram's blog&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so take your gloves and GET OUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116447491267216770?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116447491267216770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116447491267216770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116447491267216770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116447491267216770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-had-good-day-with-my-2-loves-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116408054264597079</id><published>2006-11-21T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:42:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been spending a lot of time with raerae and jana recently,&lt;br /&gt;it's been movies, Subways, crapping-a WHOLE lot of it and shopping!&lt;br /&gt;see, Pam and Jazz' trip to Down Under IS a blessing in disguise, rae, if not, you'd never have gotten to spend so much time with me, and that would be so bad wouldn't it? lol&lt;br /&gt;but it is so funny going out with them. we'd be laughing and laughing at the stupidest things ever. &lt;br /&gt;i love us girls. =D&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;if socialising would take education's place. &lt;br /&gt;if only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohWELL!&lt;br /&gt;i have 2 hours more to kill before CDS starts. and Asher's not here today. &lt;br /&gt;darn. boredom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMPrin is sucha bad idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116408054264597079?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116408054264597079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116408054264597079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116408054264597079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116408054264597079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-spending-lot-of-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116399395931342153</id><published>2006-11-20T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:39:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photography is SUCH a chore.&lt;br /&gt;i spent SO much energy and effort and time and MONEY on it okay.&lt;br /&gt;i spent like around a hundred inclusive of transport and meals and everything&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOG SUCKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116399395931342153?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116399395931342153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116399395931342153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116399395931342153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116399395931342153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/11/photography-is-such-chore.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116347835833957588</id><published>2006-11-14T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:25:58.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 Hum bbq turned out better than i expected. I was thinking more boring, more nothing to do. but it was rather fun in the end&lt;br /&gt;i LOVED the tomatoes grace's mum made, with suan mei in the middle. ITS DELICIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;and the guys were all their usual self. un-gentlemanly and boliao. haha&lt;br /&gt;except for chengen cos he's stil his talkative sociable self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i find amazing bout the guys is that the meet up on a weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;ENVY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i also wanna meet up my girlfriends ona weekly basis!! but everyone's not free.&lt;br /&gt;so my conclusion: guys are simple minded and they don't let things affect their plans. &lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bbq made me miss sec school a lot&lt;br /&gt;the politics and whisper whisper were stil evident. yet subtle&lt;br /&gt;the teasing and the fun is stil there&lt;br /&gt;some guys have matured though. &lt;br /&gt;haha. like chengen and linxiong. cos they helped me and deb with the grill thingy. &lt;br /&gt;lol im just being biased. oh well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish bbqs were a weekly thing.&lt;br /&gt;minus the fat and food though. just the company, the fun and the way everything else doesn't matter at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;i miss wearing our uniform and acting like bigshots in school cos we're sec 4&lt;br /&gt;haha even though no one says it out like that, its an understooded thing.&lt;br /&gt;when you reach sec 4, you're kings and queens of school. LOL&lt;br /&gt;as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls, netball?!&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to our mondays?&lt;br /&gt;zoeeee, lala. leave mondays open?&lt;br /&gt;grace tooo!!! and ronald and joel and abriel and gomez&lt;br /&gt;and step! even though you never enjoyed it much, and deb and huiwen!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!!!! let's netball again.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so uncomfortable for not sweating buckets from running around. &lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so miss you girls! and guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116347835833957588?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116347835833957588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116347835833957588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116347835833957588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116347835833957588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/11/4-hum-bbq-turned-out-better-than-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116314852099951551</id><published>2006-11-10T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:48:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS FRIDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love fridays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only thing is, i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;the boys are at wild wild wet, grace doesn't wanna pool. &lt;br /&gt;BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my perspective is slowly turning into one of a mother.&lt;br /&gt;i find myself trying to convince ppl to not do stuf. &lt;br /&gt;cos they'll regret it in future.&lt;br /&gt;but then i realise that they will never listen to me until they experience it themselves. &lt;br /&gt;which probably also happened to me. &lt;br /&gt;if only i had listened, and not jumped in&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i wouldn't have understood that it is the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ironic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116314852099951551?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116314852099951551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116314852099951551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116314852099951551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116314852099951551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-friday-i-absolutely-love-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116297816187152953</id><published>2006-11-08T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:29:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know its been so long since my last. &lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good. It can be worse.&lt;br /&gt;School's a dread, quite lame since its the course i've wanted since i dono when.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to fri sat sun every week. &lt;br /&gt;which is bad, esp when the deadlines start to come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;i love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116297816187152953?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116297816187152953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116297816187152953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116297816187152953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116297816187152953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-know-its-been-so-long-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116205023393331398</id><published>2006-10-28T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:43:54.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peter is always providing me with stuff to do when I don't feel like blogging my heart out&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling good so my answers will probably be dripping with sarcasm, but you know you love sarcasm. the way i love mushroom and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Past 24 Hours Have You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cried? Yeah I have actually. The kind of crying that happens for reasons I know nothing of.&lt;br /&gt;2. Worn Jeans? Yeah, 24 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;3. Met Someone? So many..&lt;br /&gt;4. Done Laundry? Hanging counted?&lt;br /&gt;5. Went Hungry? Not really, just ate because it is normal&lt;br /&gt;6. Talked On The Phone? Yeah, all calls lasted less than a minute&lt;br /&gt;7. Said I Love You? Nope. Come to think of it I never say it nowadays. The only one I say it to is God. No I'm serious, not being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do You Believe In Yourself? What's there to believe or not believe?&lt;br /&gt;9. And In Your Friends? Likewise&lt;br /&gt;10. Tooth Fairy? No, and I have never. &lt;br /&gt;11. Believe In Destiny/Fate?  What Peter said. God's will&lt;br /&gt;12. Ghosts? Seeing is believing.&lt;br /&gt;13. UFO? Seeing is believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends And Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Wish You Had Another Name? I've played around with the idea, but no. I just wish no one else is named Janine.&lt;br /&gt;15. Do You Like Anyone? Yeah a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;16. Which Of Your Friends Act Most Like You? No one? Not really anyway, but my lala and I've got telepathy!&lt;br /&gt;17. Who Was There When You Cried The Most? I don't usually cry in front of ppl, but Grace and Co. I guess. that one stuuupid time when Rama was talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;18. What's The Best Feeling In The World? Being yourself to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;19. What's The Worst Feeling Then? Nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;20. What Time Is It Now? 2316&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Is Better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Chocolate Or Vanilla? Chocolate duh!&lt;br /&gt;22. Coke Or Pepsi? Coke. &lt;br /&gt;23. Love Or Lust? They go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Pick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Mac Or KFC? Neither! I'm fasting fast food!&lt;br /&gt;25. Single Or Group Dates? Depends on the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;26. Adidas Or Nike? Er..&lt;br /&gt;27. Lipton Tea Or Nestle? Nestle-they do chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;28. Cappucino Or Coffee? Hot Chocolate from Spinelli made by ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Smoke? Yeah you need it alot in Literature. And everything else.&lt;br /&gt;30. Curse? I'm no witch or wizard&lt;br /&gt;31. Take A Shower? Yeah but I would prefer a bath anyday.&lt;br /&gt;32. Have A Crush? No. Actually yes. but then I forget how he looks like already. Oh well, no then.&lt;br /&gt;33. Think You've Been In Love? Yeah. I'm in love with so many things.&lt;br /&gt;34. Like School? Sec school, yes. Cos of the company and evergreeeeen!&lt;br /&gt;35. Want To Get Married? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;36. Think You're A Health Freak? Trying to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Past Month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Drank Alcohol? Yeah, under adult's supervision.&lt;br /&gt;38. Gone To The Mall? Bought myself a pretty notebook.&lt;br /&gt;39. Been On Stage? Yeah. What is with this stupid questions?&lt;br /&gt;40. Eaten Sushi? Yes, i'm still waiting for sakae buffet. WL!&lt;br /&gt;41. Been dumped? No&lt;br /&gt;42. Gone skating? Sadly no. STUUPID HAZE&lt;br /&gt;43. Dyed Your Hair? I wish.&lt;br /&gt;44. Changed Who You Want To Be? Who I want to be? No, it's still Janine&lt;br /&gt;45. Did You Love? YES WHO ON EARTH DOESN'T LOVE?!? ONLY SOME DUMB EMO HEARTBROKEN PERSON WOULD SAY NO&lt;br /&gt;46. How Did You Feel? goodbadwhydoyoucare.&lt;br /&gt;47. Did You Hide? omigoodness.&lt;br /&gt;48. Missed Anyone? Haha Peter is so funny. 'Yea. Taken from Janine. miss you, miss her, miss him, miss them.'&lt;br /&gt;49. Needed Anything? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;50. Done A 50-Question Tag Like This? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is no fun!&lt;br /&gt;no stupid things i could fill in with.&lt;br /&gt;Peter. next time nice one then tag me laaaaa&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116205023393331398?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116205023393331398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116205023393331398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116205023393331398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116205023393331398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/10/peter-is-always-providing-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116184747888941377</id><published>2006-10-26T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T15:24:38.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes sure tell the whole world&lt;br /&gt;express your hate, tell your one sided stories &lt;br /&gt;but what good will come from it?&lt;br /&gt;everyone is just trying so hard to be nice to you&lt;br /&gt;and all you're doing is pushing them away, and then scrutinise at their negatives and magnify it 10000%&lt;br /&gt;what is your problem?&lt;br /&gt;go out shopping and you have to buy the branded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;not that it is unheard of, but please look at your financial capabilities&lt;br /&gt;if you can't save, can't earn&lt;br /&gt;don't spend a hefty sum of money JUST buying a stupid jacket and belt,&lt;br /&gt;which cost price is probably less than 20 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate me? by ALL means! go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;who's the one who gives you money to spend occasionally&lt;br /&gt;who's the one whose friend had to go home instead of watching movie with the rest of us because of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only time you're nice to us is when you get money&lt;br /&gt;or when you get to go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow up la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116184747888941377?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116184747888941377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116184747888941377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116184747888941377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116184747888941377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-sure-tell-whole-world-express-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116081893524311796</id><published>2006-10-14T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:43:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/Photo%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/Photo%208.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/Photo%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/Photo%206.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/Photo%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/Photo%205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first ever post using my lappie. and i'm free loading off cathay's free wireless service. haha&lt;br /&gt;brought mummy and val over for ben and jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy. ice cream makes us feel good. WOAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116081893524311796?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116081893524311796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116081893524311796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116081893524311796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116081893524311796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-ever-post-using-my-lappie.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116046729551896383</id><published>2006-10-10T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:01:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE reminded me of Terrence Maguire&lt;br /&gt;He was THE john tucker of St Thomas Moore's back then. minus the playboy.&lt;br /&gt;he had it all. smart guy. HANDSOME. CUTE SMILE. sports captain. school captain. altar boy.&lt;br /&gt;teachers loved him. fellow guys looked up to him. girls adored him&lt;br /&gt;i had a megacrush on him. his dimpled smile. his brown hair. everything&lt;br /&gt;but he wasn't player.&lt;br /&gt;he never led anyone on.&lt;br /&gt;there were rumours about him and kate (the pretty female captain)&lt;br /&gt;but still he was nice to all girls. he was nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;he helped me with math in class. and thought me where to put our lunch orders.&lt;br /&gt;people talk about blond hair and blue eyes?&lt;br /&gt;he was my brown hair, brown eyes MR perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how you don't see guys like my terrence maguire in singapore&lt;br /&gt;the 'jocks' always have an attitude problem&lt;br /&gt;and the smartie pantses are either too arrogant or need to get out more often.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigosh&lt;br /&gt;this is freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justmusicduo.co.uk/janine.htm"&gt;http://www.justmusicduo.co.uk/janine.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116046729551896383?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116046729551896383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116046729551896383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116046729551896383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116046729551896383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/10/watching-john-tucker-must-die-reminded.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116037816751571994</id><published>2006-10-09T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:16:07.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DON MIND BEING BORED&lt;br /&gt;BEING PAID TO BE BORED IS FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE&lt;br /&gt;BUT SOMETIMES NOTHING EVER SEEMS JUST RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;A ROOM FULL OF FLOWERS BUT WITHOUT THE SCENT&lt;br /&gt;A BEAUTIFUL TREEHOUSE INVADED BY ANTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOPPING TO SMELL THE ROSES ON THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;ONLY TO GET STUNG BY A PIERCING THORN&lt;br /&gt;ONCE BITTEN TWICE SHY, NO MAKE THAT THREE TIMES SHY&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE IN THE RIGHT MIND SHOULD GIVE IT ANOTHER TRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATURED CHEESE TASTES BEST&lt;br /&gt;OLD WINE SERVES SPECIAL GUESTS&lt;br /&gt;THE SUN RISES AND THE SUN SETS&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE SAVING MY BEST FOR LAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY JUST SOME STUUP POEM THAT I TYPED COS I'M BORED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS GOING ON MY FAVOURITE MOVIE LIST&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ISN'T VERY LONG.&lt;br /&gt;10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU IS STILL MY NUMBER ONE&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! MY PREVIOUS TAG THING?&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER Q11?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Q11: if someone likes you now, what is the best way to let you know of his feelings?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THE ANSWER NOW.&lt;br /&gt;GO WATCH 10 THING I HATE ABOUT YOU AND GUESS WHICH IS MY FAVOURTIE SCENE&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT A GUY SHOULD DO&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS PRETTY IMPOSSIBLE FOR SINGAPOREAN DUDES&lt;br /&gt;AHHH WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GONNA WATCH IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS NIGHT WITH MY BESTIES TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;ALOTTA CATCHING UP TO DO WE'VE GOT.&lt;br /&gt;AND POOLING&lt;br /&gt;OH I CAN'T WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FINALLY GOT WORK FOR ME TO DO!&lt;br /&gt;STOCK TAKING!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE SCANNER THING IS SO FUN&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE CUTE 'BEEP!!' SOUND IT MAKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116037816751571994?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116037816751571994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116037816751571994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116037816751571994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116037816751571994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-116012411222686624</id><published>2006-10-06T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T16:41:52.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm dead bored. waiting for the ink on the vouchers to dry so i can put them in the envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;and i get paid 6 per hour&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1: single, taken, or crushing?&lt;br /&gt;- single and happy with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2: are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;- right now? yep. i just typed happy a sec ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3: when you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast?&lt;br /&gt;- define 'the right person'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4: have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;- that's kind of impossible ain't it? the heart's made up of muscles and tissues and blood vessels, and they don't really 'break'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5: do you believe in some circumstances that cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6: would you take someone back if he cheats you?&lt;br /&gt;- i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7: have you ever talked about marriage with another person before?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah i think i have. girls always talk about stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8: do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;- YES definitely. i want my own children AND adopt some. i want a BIG family to LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9: how many?&lt;br /&gt;- As many as possible. as many as i can afford to feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10: would you ever consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;-i have already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11: if someone likes you now, what is the best way to let you know of his feelings?&lt;br /&gt;- no way? i'm not interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12: do you enjoy getting into relationships?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah relationships. sure. i enjoy getting to know more people, and hear about things in different perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13: honestly, what is the furthest thing you and your ex did?&lt;br /&gt;- furthest thing? furthest suggests distance. what 'thing' has distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14: do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- no. i believe in lust at first sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15: are u romantic?&lt;br /&gt;- which girl isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16: do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;br /&gt;- change someone for the better? yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17: if you could marry someone, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Australia. hmm. saying "I do" while on the Superman Escape at Movie World sounds perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18: do you easily give in when fighting?&lt;br /&gt;- all the time. its something an elder sibling have to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19: do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;-i have feelings for everybody i know. don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q20: have you ever wished you could have someone but messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't get this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q21: have you ever broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;- do i have to explain the heart again??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q22: if one day your best friend fell in love with the person you are deeply in love with, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- we'd dump the guy and be best friends forever. anyway, my monkey already has a dear one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q23: are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- no, i'm missing someoneSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q24: five people to do this tag.&lt;br /&gt;- VALERIE (i'd love to see what her answers are. surely entertaining!)&lt;br /&gt;- STEP! (paiseh havent linked you)&lt;br /&gt;- JORAM&lt;br /&gt;- GRACE&lt;br /&gt;- WEILUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY DONE.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST RE-READ EVERYTHING I TYPED, AND REALISED HOW STUPID I SOUND.&lt;br /&gt;I'M BEING SO FEMINIST (now) YET I WANT KIDS. SHEESH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN AGAIN, WHATEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-116012411222686624?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/116012411222686624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=116012411222686624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116012411222686624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/116012411222686624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-dead-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115963277985252747</id><published>2006-10-01T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:12:59.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE BIRTHDAY THAT WASNT A BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it sucked this year.&lt;br /&gt;my fault really&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not willing to give up $42&lt;br /&gt;and also because everyone else would probably be in school mugging and all&lt;br /&gt;so to sum it up, it was spent in Kwanpen building, 10 AMK 62 drive, in the finished goods room sitting in front of the computer watching Spring Waltz on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLL&lt;br /&gt;i'm growing old&lt;br /&gt;nothing to celebrate about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks everybody who wished me anyway,&lt;br /&gt;brightened up my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115963277985252747?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115963277985252747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115963277985252747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115963277985252747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115963277985252747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-that-wasnt-birthday-yeah-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115917488705784031</id><published>2006-09-25T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:03:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ADVERTISING TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. Dunamis Rockers, if you haven't been checking the DRblog, or maybe you never even heard about it before, it's up and kicking! Go on and check it out by clicking &lt;a href="http://dunamis-rock.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; okay!&lt;br /&gt;It'll be pretty useless if DRblogmembers updates WEEKLY and no one reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GO!! SHOWER THEM WITH LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to a certain somebody's special day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115917488705784031?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115917488705784031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115917488705784031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115917488705784031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115917488705784031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/09/advertising-time-yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115885464191955385</id><published>2006-09-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:04:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, i saw this REALLY PRETTY vespa at a road junction&lt;br /&gt;i love vespas.&lt;br /&gt;captivated by it, i gasped, smiled and said out loud&lt;br /&gt;"what a beaut"&lt;br /&gt;turned around, realised that i'm talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;and that people around me prolly think i'm crayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a beaut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115885464191955385?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115885464191955385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115885464191955385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115885464191955385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115885464191955385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-i-saw-this-really-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115841794511550613</id><published>2006-09-16T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:45:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED PRAYER!&lt;br /&gt;please pray for me, joram and sabrina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go for missions trip this year, and I know God wants me to go.&lt;br /&gt;With God, nothing is impossible. Much less the TP schedule which are subjected to changes.&lt;br /&gt;PRAY PRAY PRAY that God has His way and makes a way for us.&lt;br /&gt;I SO need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM DETERMINED.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, Mr D. I am a CMM student, but have a greater God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115841794511550613?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115841794511550613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115841794511550613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115841794511550613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115841794511550613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-need-prayer-please-pray-for-me-joram.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115763090268104963</id><published>2006-09-07T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:08:22.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES PETER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my update.&lt;br /&gt;life's been good.&lt;br /&gt;got a job that pays me 6 per hour&lt;br /&gt;and all i have to do is packing and/or typing.&lt;br /&gt;its quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been to escape with some DR-esses today.&lt;br /&gt;superb fun.&lt;br /&gt;for pictures, check out jeslin's blog.&lt;br /&gt;she'll post them. eventually.&lt;br /&gt;wahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh do you catch wo jiao jin sanshun on channel u?&lt;br /&gt;if you don. go catch it.&lt;br /&gt;its niceeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115763090268104963?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115763090268104963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115763090268104963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115763090268104963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115763090268104963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-peter-heres-my-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115572453027411576</id><published>2006-08-16T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:40:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03511.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03511.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEE~ DR-ess' kallang wave. took us quite long to get this one properly taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03511.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC03513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC03513.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Session 1: Ruth and Eating the FROG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin started ultra being ultra camera friendly! hahaha (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther and yours truly. YOUR very talented DR-ess fashion show 'DJ's. WHOAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first model, we have RAE! too bad you can't see her/pamela's skirt. haha looked good on her (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to valerie, in her beach/slack/hangout outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jeslin, looking real sweet with the laces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it rae again! the ultra sporting girl (= well done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val in second outfit. top she got from aust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeslin and her shades and unique doesn't-make-sense top. haha. i'm just running outta comments her cos all the pictures are top half shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you have them, the DR-ess models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin's session. on modesty. Charlene and Sandy being friendly now. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND finally, pastor heidi's session on being a woman of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nice slide. her slides had really really pretty pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie time! The sisterhood of the travelling pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and me. the specs are back. only to watch the movie. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheese! esther, sabrina and sandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT DAY. pack up time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls walking out to the rotiprata shop for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy pratas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESLIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE! oh so cute. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the escalator after meeting e guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus to beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doggie we were playing with. so cute and small compared to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the small people there are pastor heidi aaron and jerome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's bored yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so someone drew this for her. awww SO SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! pictures pictures pictures! shirley, me, val&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabrina and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rae and me! messed up hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and pastor heidi. she's so tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture of you christine. hmmmm wonder who took it?! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES?? got a problem? hahahaha me and jeslin with our cool shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's us on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ram tine and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a last picture of yours truly to end the marvellous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait. how about one with me and tine @ b&amp;j's. yes the very day i met mr white quiksilver shirt. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/640/DSC03578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/262/10487/320/DSC03578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i so wanna post a certain picture but cannot yet cos i haven't gotten permission. oh well! cya laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115572453027411576?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115572453027411576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115572453027411576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115572453027411576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115572453027411576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/weeee-dr-ess-kallang-wave_115572453027411576.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115572249265981984</id><published>2006-08-16T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:01:32.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am here to blog again&lt;br /&gt;and i feel bored&lt;br /&gt;why? cos i want out. i want a change of environment and im sick of blogger.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to sign up for wordpress earlier on, but accidentally typed the wrong email add so the confirmation thing is prolly sent to a bogus inbox.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to wait for 2 days before i canuse the username and add&lt;br /&gt;SHHESSSSH&lt;br /&gt;how irritating can it get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115572249265981984?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115572249265981984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115572249265981984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115572249265981984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115572249265981984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-here-to-blog-again-and-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115561651439412771</id><published>2006-08-15T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T12:35:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i  don't get the things you do&lt;br /&gt;you know i know that you don't mean the things you say&lt;br /&gt;you know that i know that i can NEVER rely on you or what you say&lt;br /&gt;so what is your point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do stuupid things that would totally destroy my impression of you&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115561651439412771?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115561651439412771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115561651439412771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115561651439412771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115561651439412771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-get-things-you-do-you-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115557608420361241</id><published>2006-08-15T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T01:21:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so irritated w blogger&lt;br /&gt;don't let me preview&lt;br /&gt;can't see my own blog&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom will be a better day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115557608420361241?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115557608420361241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115557608420361241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115557608420361241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115557608420361241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-irritated-w-blogger-dont-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115547917718890877</id><published>2006-08-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:26:17.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMIGOODNESS&lt;br /&gt;how could i forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEEED PRAYERS&lt;br /&gt;actually, me, christine and joram need prayers&lt;br /&gt;for DREAM trip to be postponed a little so we can go!!&lt;br /&gt;pastor simon said he'll see whether it can be done.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i so wanna see joe and jack and all the other kiddos AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWER in PRAYER okay.&lt;br /&gt;let's go people! (=&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW God will make a way. YES YES YES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115547917718890877?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115547917718890877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115547917718890877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115547917718890877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115547917718890877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/omigoodness-how-could-i-forget-i-neeed.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115547883823321659</id><published>2006-08-13T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:20:38.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;planetshaker ultraviolet party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't as good as i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;was quite disappointing really.&lt;br /&gt;i felt that the worship was way too short.&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't even a sermon.&lt;br /&gt;and everything was so 'hurried'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to past synergiz conferences.&lt;br /&gt;where its just worship worship and more worship&lt;br /&gt;then sermon&lt;br /&gt;and even more worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was really having a hard time focusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, the problem with space.&lt;br /&gt;i was REALLY very cheesed of when the people in front kept moving backwards subtly&lt;br /&gt;suddenly they became directly in front of our bags which were originally in the center of our 'circle'&lt;br /&gt;and later when we sat down. they even had the audacity to SIT ON OUR BAGS&lt;br /&gt;can't you just say excuse me or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, the things people do that sometimes makes you wonder whether they are here for the BAND and the PARTY or to worship God&lt;br /&gt;when the doors flew open people started screaming and squeezing their way in.&lt;br /&gt;that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;you don't just cut people's queue. especially when people took TIME to come a little earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this girl standing somewhere in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTIME i looked up during praise and worship, she was drawing on her friend's face.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!?! you're here to draw?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, dressing&lt;br /&gt;not that i mean to scrutinise but there were girls wearing tubes, barebacks, spag stripes&lt;br /&gt;i just had to wonder how on earth they survived praise and worship without indecent exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEEESH&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it suck when you look forward to something ALOT but then it wasn't as good as you expected it to be?&lt;br /&gt;ah oh well.&lt;br /&gt;worship was good today.&lt;br /&gt;char and i have TELEPATHY!!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DR-ess retreat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was GREAT&lt;br /&gt;we certainly had a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;was nice to just sit together and share about things we probably never shared with others before.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that we all grew somewhat closer from this retreat right right?&lt;br /&gt;jeslin rae and val, SUPER models! nice job girls&lt;br /&gt;and esther! my SUPER partner. the DR-ess fashion show was a success. heh&lt;br /&gt;i just love the time we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;and it was a small group, so everyone could talk with everyone else. that's the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we learnt a few things, like 'Eating The Frog' which was on time management, conducted by ruth. Learnt that there is actually positive procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;then we had our DR-ess fashion show. and chin followed up with a lesson on modesty.&lt;br /&gt;then we had a short break and pastor heidi came to share about values on being a woman of God&lt;br /&gt;i LOVED her slides. the pictures were SO nice and all she took from clip art. i never knew clipart had cool stuf like that.&lt;br /&gt;and then we did a short activity. the one i ALWAYS love doing. writing positive stuff about another person.&lt;br /&gt;girls being girls, treasure little things like this ALOT. i keep every single positive note that people give me and go back to read them when im feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;so i really write from the bottom of my heart so that the others can do the same when they are down.&lt;br /&gt;okay im being draggy here.&lt;br /&gt;but the bottomline is when girls unite, love is found!&lt;br /&gt;i love you girls and really really enjoyed the time we spent together ALOT&lt;br /&gt;pastor heidi, can we do this again sometime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i love to blog more. but don't really have the time.&lt;br /&gt;i think this blog needs revamping&lt;br /&gt;or maybe a total change of site and eveything&lt;br /&gt;only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115547883823321659?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115547883823321659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115547883823321659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115547883823321659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115547883823321659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/planetshaker-ultraviolet-party-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115340332782493923</id><published>2006-08-10T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:40:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty mates!&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i finally have the drive to blog about my brilliant trip to australia.&lt;br /&gt;the place i so love ever since 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, my post will be in chronology and i'll add coolio pictures here and there so you people don't get bored to death okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 0&lt;br /&gt;okay, night actually.&lt;br /&gt;flight was delayed like i said, ate the delicious popeye's fish meal&lt;br /&gt;went in and got coffee bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/mummyandjanine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/mummyandjanine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got hot chocolate, which sucked cos i can do better ones.&lt;br /&gt;plus, mine is done with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited around and eventually got round to walking slowly to the gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02206.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02206.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/jandmummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/jandmummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little girl was taking the plane with us, and she's mix aussie and singaporean i guess.&lt;br /&gt;she's super cute and attention seeking, kept on hanging herself upside down.&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of the times we had in australia, at the mac's playground.&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember having so much fun in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our flight there.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love taking the airplane, especially in long distance flights cos of all the cool movies we get to watch FOC and all the drinks and the service. whoah. if only i could get into first class again.&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not rich, just that there was once when first class had extra space so they let little me and my mum and aunty in.&lt;br /&gt;alright i watched some movie, ate the meals, thought about med soc project (cos i wanted to get it done asap so i could ENJOY my hol completely.)&lt;br /&gt;and it was a good flight, no crayz turbulance.&lt;br /&gt;the last thing i want is to die before my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing we saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were crayz posters all over the place on no bringing any plants or animals in&lt;br /&gt;cos australia is very protective of their land, they don't want diseases or what nots to destroy their crops.&lt;br /&gt;and eventually the LONG queue at the custom was cleared and we saw daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove off to our holiday apartment.&lt;br /&gt;quite a long journey from the brisbane airport, cos it was at goldcoast.&lt;br /&gt;australia is so hypnotising&lt;br /&gt;ever since young, i'd stare out the window while daddy drives,&lt;br /&gt;take in all the beauty&lt;br /&gt;then i'd knock out.&lt;br /&gt;same thing happened again okay. it's not that i was tired or anything, cos i wasn't!&lt;br /&gt;slept more than enough during the flight. was ready to take on what australia was gonna bring me.&lt;br /&gt;oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love this picture. see my lil dimple? lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the apartment eventually.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, all of us, mummy val and me, cannot remember the name of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;but we loved it there okay, reminded me of student village, where we stayed before we moved into our good ole 15 oldfield street.&lt;br /&gt;and the feel of living in australia is just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our living room for the week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay! bad picture, but the only one we took of our bedroom. me and val had 3 beds to pick from! spoilt for choices! (=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's friends were around when we just got there.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, they were over there since the night before, to watch the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;then they left and we started to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long long time of slacking, we got up and started walking around the nieghbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;it was a good location to stay, cos we were a few minutes walk away from the 'orchard road'&lt;br /&gt;there were billabong surf shops all over the place. red rooster, burger king, macca's, and the list goes one.&lt;br /&gt;plus! the beach was just there okay.&lt;br /&gt;we walked around, tried remembering the places but failed.&lt;br /&gt;had our lunch at burger king. where fast food MEANT &lt;u&gt;fast&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like singapore, where they give you trays and stuff or serve you your food.&lt;br /&gt;YOU have to wait at the counter, until your order comes out and they shout it out.&lt;br /&gt;now that's what i call fast food.&lt;br /&gt;the food was &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt;. (ugh, have cravings now, i haven't eaten fast food for so long now!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME and my GOOD burger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around abit more after that, went to woolworths to get groceries cos daddy was craving for mummy's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, they slept while i did my med soc letter.&lt;br /&gt;watched abit of tv.&lt;br /&gt;then they started cooking.&lt;br /&gt;had fake sharksfin soup. but it was YUMMY all the same.&lt;br /&gt;had eggplants fried with mahmah's homemade sambal.&lt;br /&gt;that was really good.&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since we last sat down together and have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;cos back in singapore, we just sit in front of the tv and eat.&lt;br /&gt;and the table in front of the tv is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, walked around surfer's paradise abit more.&lt;br /&gt;the night was so cooling. cold for us actually&lt;br /&gt;but the people there were just walking around with shorts on&lt;br /&gt;groovy.&lt;br /&gt;and we were feeling silly with our jackets and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so tourist-y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought wine home, watched tv abit more and off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;its SHOPPING day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rise and shine!&lt;br /&gt;woke up at like ELEVEN! to find the smell of tantalizing bacon and eggs&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;what a scrumptious breakfast i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;daddy fired bacons and ham, cooked eggs, toasted bread AND buttered the toasts&lt;br /&gt;in singapore, i don't even bother about breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;just grab a fruit and go.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i'd refuse to eat breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's the ONLY picture we took at harbourtown that day. why? cos we were too busy shopping!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping shopping shopping!&lt;br /&gt;met aunty meileng and uncle eugene, shun and min shan halfway&lt;br /&gt;there were having a weekend break too!&lt;br /&gt;cos it was the queen's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued shopping. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought more groceries home, had dinner, then went over to aunty meileng's apartment at night&lt;br /&gt;we brought over the we are special vcd to show them&lt;br /&gt;saw many of uncle eugene's pictures.&lt;br /&gt;SO NICE okay.&lt;br /&gt;he does photoshop too! and explore it on his own. sheesh! i need that talent for my skills test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun watching and listening to shun chatting nonstop while the australia vs japan match was on&lt;br /&gt;this boy is so funny. he can go be a commentator.&lt;br /&gt;everytime something happens, he'd go WHOAH hey dad! blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;then he'd repeat it again.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, he is so pro-australia that he'd side australia at the start of the game.&lt;br /&gt;note, at the start of the game&lt;br /&gt;until another team starts to lead, then he'd go, "oh, maybe i choose japan."&lt;br /&gt;and then he'd refer to the teams as his or ours.&lt;br /&gt;'hey! your team fouled!"&lt;br /&gt;you get the drift right? haha&lt;br /&gt;he is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home at like 1 plus?&lt;br /&gt;zonked out pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its dream world day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the entrance! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so exciting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but so scary too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid valerie acting pro. she's the chicken one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty meileng gave us coupons which allowed us to enter as children instead of adults.&lt;br /&gt;which means we save like 20 over dollars each.&lt;br /&gt;wooo!&lt;br /&gt;so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first ride of the day!&lt;br /&gt;THE CLAW&lt;br /&gt;this is a new ride. its good that they put it right near the entrance&lt;br /&gt;so we all jumped right in -except daddy of course, who REFUSED to ride on any of the rides okay. wasted his money la. sheeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looks harmless?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are SO wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;valerie is so nervous! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE CLAW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ride is 10/10 based on the scare factor.&lt;br /&gt;at first its alright, just like a good viking ride.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;it rotates you every time it swings (or throw rather) you up in the sky and back down.&lt;br /&gt;so at times you're falling sideways, other times you're diving head on.&lt;br /&gt;and and, it swings you so high sometimes, that when its swinging down, its ot down striaght away but AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;i found THAT very nauseating.&lt;br /&gt;but. janine braves the ride!&lt;br /&gt;valerie turns pale. wahahah! just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIDE 2- WIPEOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5th, 6th, 7th from the left. that's us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know there was a kid sitting two seays away from me.&lt;br /&gt;she looks, about 6 or 7. and she was so brave okay.&lt;br /&gt;when I was 6 or 7 i'd prolly pee my pants if someone made me ride this ride.&lt;br /&gt;BUT this is a good ride okay. my FAVOURITE ride in dream world.&lt;br /&gt;it spins you around, upside down and swings forwards and back&lt;br /&gt;super fun if you ask me. it rates 8/10 on the scare scale&lt;br /&gt;but 20/10 for fun.&lt;br /&gt;i loved this ride. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ready?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on to a kiddy ride next at the looney tunes area.&lt;br /&gt;quite cool the rides there. used to be where we'd hang around a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;loved the bumper cars.&lt;br /&gt;but can't fit in already i guess. and.. no kick! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02322.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02322.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see the first 2? that me and valerie. in motion. whoah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;daddy took this while we were toilet-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02325.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeuchh! what a picture! taken by daddy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sickening lovey dovey pictures. hair stands!! hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOWER OF TERROR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tower of terror!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's the tower. but it is two rides in one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have pictures of this one, cos the ride starts in a metal thing.&lt;br /&gt;but this ride is another fun one. but its too fast.&lt;br /&gt;before you even know it, the ride goes whoosh! and then you're back.&lt;br /&gt;okay this is like a car thing, that goes zooooooom really really really quickly up this l shaped track.&lt;br /&gt;means eventually, we'll be 90 degrees to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;and the weight of the car determines how far up vertically we go.&lt;br /&gt;it is ultra cool&lt;br /&gt;i thought it'd be scary and stuff. but it really goes so fast, you don't have the time to get scared.&lt;br /&gt;whooo! this is what i call fun.&lt;br /&gt;sherilyn, the cadbury is NOTHING. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since he couldn't take any pictures, this was the best he could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take it from the screen thingy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially we were intending on going on the giant drop after this. BUT sickening valerie chickened out and stuff. so mummy and me were going. until she saw the sign on back problems.&lt;br /&gt;so its better that she don't take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;i still wanted to go, but did not wanna go alone. so silly! and no one to share the crayz experience with.&lt;br /&gt;so i missed it.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i think it'd be more fun going with friends.&lt;br /&gt;like we did during our camp bornhoffen.&lt;br /&gt;we= st thomas moore's grade 6 and 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to some silly petting farm&lt;br /&gt;where val took lots of animal pictures but i am not posting them here cos its a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;wanna see them? go to shutterfly. i'll be uploading them there soon.&lt;br /&gt;trying to that is. constantly hanging on me! sheeeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aww... isn't it so cute? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kangaroo knows how to use its paws/hands like a pillow!&lt;br /&gt;i used to do that when i was a little girl&lt;br /&gt;AUGUSTINE! remember this picture when you think of indulging in kangaroo meat again!&lt;br /&gt;i will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mummy and baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are koalas! pronounced &lt;em&gt;koh-wah-la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not koala &lt;em&gt;bears&lt;/em&gt;, cos they are not bears!&lt;br /&gt;i cannot tahan people calling them bears. they're marsupials, like the kangaroo and the wombat.&lt;br /&gt;but NOT bears.&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;heh. you learnt something new today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tasmanian devil! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always wondered if it really exists? well here it is!&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout the blurred picture, cos my camera was running super low on batt. and i had to zoom in and stuf so took a rather lousy picture.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of the pictures for today. or at least in dreamworld.&lt;br /&gt;how sad right&lt;br /&gt;you don't get to see me riding anything else.&lt;br /&gt;cos the rest of the rides were pretty insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;oh and val got a stomach ache so we had to go home. wet blanket!!!! yeeeesh!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG BROTHER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all you's who don't know what big brother is, its a silly reality show.&lt;br /&gt;this group of people are cooped in big brother's home and they are not allowed to have any access to the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;AND there is a list of rules that they have to abide to if not they'll have to pay fines and stuff&lt;br /&gt;incidentally, its also the show that john howard wants to stop, cos camilla got sexually abused in the show.&lt;br /&gt;by 2 of the guys, she says.&lt;br /&gt;silly show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more pictures of dreamworld and we'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cool toilet sign! so creative!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02746.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the ladies one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homed. had dinner at home and spent the night watching tv and snacking on chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day of shopping!&lt;br /&gt;this time we went to ashmore. cos aunty meileng told us about the warehouse sales there.&lt;br /&gt;so we went.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, have to say i wasn't very delighted with what we saw.&lt;br /&gt;cos the clothes there were very thailand product like. haha!&lt;br /&gt;serious!&lt;br /&gt;but the bags were alright. only the shirt were weird.&lt;br /&gt;but still i bought a few above average ones from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't really remember what happened in between here, but i know we had a scrumtious dinner at lonestar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02373.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02373.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LONESTAR*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying to give you a feel of the ambience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see what's in my hand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's peanuts! giant ones too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see lonestar is known for giving out peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;buckets of peanuts actually&lt;br /&gt;to customers as a snack or appetiser. FOC&lt;br /&gt;they used to give us a whole bucket of nuts and let us throw the shells on the floor&lt;br /&gt;and it gave the floor this shiny look.&lt;br /&gt;but, this time they changed and gave us two buckets, one empty one.&lt;br /&gt;so we have to throw the shells in there.&lt;br /&gt;not as fun as before, but the nuts are still as nice.&lt;br /&gt;salted just right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, moving on to the food.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. the waitress in charge of our table.&lt;br /&gt;superb service.&lt;br /&gt;she was super friendly, and was very approachable.&lt;br /&gt;this is SO unlike the staff you find in Singapore okay.&lt;br /&gt;they couldn't be bothered at all.&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT! the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEESE FRIES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEE! REAL cheeeese!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see. its really cheese as in melted real cheese&lt;br /&gt;not some bogus cheese paste thing&lt;br /&gt;no don't get me wrong, cheese paste like thing is nice too.&lt;br /&gt;but that up there is SO SO much better i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;and they have bacon bits too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;steak with mushrom sauce and shrimp on sticks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at how succulent the steak is.&lt;br /&gt;and the shrimps. ahhh!!! so fresh and mppph! i dono how to describe it with words okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby pork ribs? i think that's what its called.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is yummy too!&lt;br /&gt;makes you wanna scrap it right down to the bone and look for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;messy eaterS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's our plates w/o food.&lt;br /&gt;its very worth it to eat here actually.&lt;br /&gt;cos compared to the aussies, we are not big eaters.&lt;br /&gt;we -&gt; my mum, sis and me&lt;br /&gt;so we can all share 3 meals.&lt;br /&gt;and my dad will finish up whatever we cannot finish.&lt;br /&gt;so 4 people eat 3 meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC02403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's the beautiful moon in the clear dark sky. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were hopelessly trying to take a good one of the mooon but due to the night mode, we had a REAL hard time and this was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02399.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC02399.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was taken before we went to the night market&lt;br /&gt;kinda like pasar malam, except its all creative stuf like sand art that kids can do&lt;br /&gt;unlike here, its food, plants, clothes, and toys. sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what. i'm so sick of blogging like this. how about i start a new entry? using hello. oh so much easier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115340332782493923?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115340332782493923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115340332782493923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115340332782493923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115340332782493923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/alrighty-mates-guess-what-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115518262826148808</id><published>2006-08-10T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T18:17:30.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SAW A CUTE GUY AT BEN AND JERRY'S @ THE CATHAY YESTERDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigoodness.&lt;br /&gt;seriously he was so cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;white quiksilver shirt. with his group of frenz&lt;br /&gt;hahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;INFATUATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;shuddup&gt;but well its hormones raging and i should stop.&lt;br /&gt;just let me rant postively (=&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was there with tine and val until jerome came over to join us.&lt;br /&gt;was trying to get picture of him in the background&lt;br /&gt;pretending to take pic of val.&lt;br /&gt;but only got his side view&lt;br /&gt;very lousy pictures. AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;i'll post them up later when i get home (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited] here are the pictures! but you can't really see anything besides his shirt. sheeeesssh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC036091.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC036091.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back view &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC036111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC036111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's leaving! and the stupid lighting makes it impossible to see his face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. he turned and looked me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;so many times.&lt;br /&gt;WHOAH i almost melted&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but of course i didn't let him see he was getting to me&lt;br /&gt;looked back at him for a while then turned away nonchalantly&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA stuuuup !!!&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT ME SOMEBODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerome offered to help me get his number.&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;girls don't do that jerome.&lt;br /&gt;that's too much. eye-candy watching is enough (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHHESSSH i sound love sick&lt;br /&gt;rest assured i am NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again...&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't mind seeing him again....&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for cute guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115518262826148808?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115518262826148808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115518262826148808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115518262826148808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115518262826148808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-saw-cute-guy-at-ben-and-jerrys.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115493908948355987</id><published>2006-08-07T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:24:49.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presentation is OVER but wasn't very well done by me i reckon&lt;br /&gt;oh well. ms lau said we did very well so whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i know why i'm so nervous all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;why i rush my words and hence stumble over myself.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can just rewind time and go back to the past when i'm cool and collected &lt;br /&gt;and chengen is being mr ganjiong. haha&lt;br /&gt;ahhh tell me whyyyy&lt;br /&gt;lemme go back to holy high again to emcee some event and get my confidence BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. 'DJ-ing' with esther for our ladies retreat's fashion show might be the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this marks the end of rushing assignments for this sem.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm done with gdf already&lt;br /&gt;so lets celebrate!!&lt;br /&gt;i am relieved.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i just don't feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh&lt;br /&gt;someone come help me relaxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cailin's playing Jesus take the wheel song now&lt;br /&gt;random.. lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for friday. &lt;br /&gt;cos i have 4 hours to kill before the awaited ultraviolet by planetshakers @ the expo.&lt;br /&gt;i am waiting waiting waiting&lt;br /&gt;probably gonna go pooling before that &lt;br /&gt;okay. im gonna vanish NOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115493908948355987?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115493908948355987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115493908948355987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115493908948355987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115493908948355987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-presentation-is-over-but-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115462539334359798</id><published>2006-08-04T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:16:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and the beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know children should be obedient to their parents&lt;br /&gt;but what happens when parents don't understand and don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it gets a little over frustrating&lt;br /&gt;a little too much&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it gets so out of hand that they make you burn with anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea when it comes to parents.&lt;br /&gt;there's just one big wide neverending gap between parents and children.&lt;br /&gt;that can be covered up. but one day will stil appear again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipping lecture is a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;skipping lecture to get something done justifies it&lt;br /&gt;especially when someone else is copying lecture notes already&lt;br /&gt;so why is it so difficult to understand that your child can handle her own work&lt;br /&gt;your child can get things straight&lt;br /&gt;your child took the time to tell you something that she could have just brushed offf lightly and never EVER tell you and you would never know&lt;br /&gt;but she did&lt;br /&gt;doesn't that tell you anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i must the the world's most stuupid goody-two-shoe&lt;br /&gt;who on earth tell their parents that they are skipping lecture&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;other people skip lecture to rush projects&lt;br /&gt;skip lectures to mahjong&lt;br /&gt;skip lectures cos its too boring&lt;br /&gt;me? i skip and tell my mum before hand to hear her nagging/ranting/ AHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY&lt;br /&gt;that was my own little angst for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to someone with angst of his own.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how the situation is for you totally and even if i do i would not be able to understand it like you do.&lt;br /&gt;so i can only advise you to continue pressing on and PRAYING about it.&lt;br /&gt;it seems pretty impossible but our GOD does MIGHTY things right?&lt;br /&gt;such a small obstacle is nothing to Him. but its something He place in your life to help you grow from.&lt;br /&gt;SO! that's all i can say to you. and i'll pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;be there for your brother okay. talk to them about the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm really glad i'm one of the few you shared it with. thanks for trusting and confiding in me. don't know why you sudddenly vanish offline but hope i was of some help yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDF DONE!&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is print&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy&lt;br /&gt;stayed back in mac lab today till 9.30 to do GDF&lt;br /&gt;AND ITS COMPLETED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that's left is marketing presentation&lt;br /&gt;and they are OVERRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;allll OVERRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad God allows me to reach out to people and establish a relationship where trust is evident&lt;br /&gt;it's so comforting to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use me Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115462539334359798?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115462539334359798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115462539334359798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115462539334359798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115462539334359798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-beat-goes-on-i-know-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115449215346291096</id><published>2006-08-02T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:15:53.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MANNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i did pretty badly for presentation today&lt;br /&gt;FIRST i WAS LATE&lt;br /&gt;for rehearsal and hence i was gan-jiong-ing until 8.50 am&lt;br /&gt;felt so disoriented!&lt;br /&gt;and some more our group was FIRST okay.&lt;br /&gt;okay so during the presentation, i was mentally preparing myself for my turn&lt;br /&gt;BUT we got cut half way during Kenneth's and had to stop due to time constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN  later ms chua said we could continue after the last group and she got me to present my part. NOT KENNETH finish his&lt;br /&gt;i was expecting kenneth to go first, hence the shock caused me to errr umm like....&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY TIMES&lt;br /&gt;i kept blanking out. losing my words. and had to pause to search for words.&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY Keith prompted me for one. 'attachment' yes duh! of course the word is attachment!&lt;br /&gt;how stupid can i get?&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;i am so upset with the way i handled this presentation. i expect so much more of myself.&lt;br /&gt;FOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT&lt;br /&gt;its over so i shall just put 100% more for marketing presentation which is next monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115449215346291096?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115449215346291096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115449215346291096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115449215346291096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115449215346291096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-mannnnn-i-think-i-did-pretty-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115436567624667648</id><published>2006-08-01T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:07:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joram and Peter tagged me to do this. yay. keep my mind of the EUGHH part in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Once you've been tagged, you have to write six weird facts/ quirks/ habits about yourself, saying who tagged you. In the end you have to choose 5 people and list their names... No tag backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I used to (underline/highlight/bold/italicise) ADORE Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I enjoy acting spastic but only do so when I'm around with people I am VERY close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't enjoy the raunchy remarks or jokes Mrs Nah makes in lecture. Isn't that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a very neat person but it takes me YEARS (literally!) to get my room neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've a love for books which was developed when i was a lil girl. Mummy used to read to me and now i read on my own. i STILL read but not as much as i used to. I hope to cultivate this love for reading in my children in future. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I enjoy spending time with myself. Feels great to just hang out with me and think about life, or just chill and watch time fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend(Secondary one onwards): Tan Quee Huang (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush: Rosyth Childcare Centre's Victor. lol! Class monitor and MY partner, which means i used to hold his hand. Awwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Watched in a cinema? Casper the Friendly Ghost. I remember being captivated by the surround sound system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie: Waaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you&lt;br /&gt;Had a Cigarette: Uhh? When the sky fell down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a Drink: After dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a Ride: DON'T remind me of rides okay. GRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a Movie: Nacho Libre! With Valerie and Kai Chong koko. Cousin bonding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to Phone to: Answer Melissa's call! She was asking about QuarkXpress CD and Bella's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a CD: Hmmm. Michael Bublé. Saaave tha lasst daaance fer ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of your best friends: All the time! Right girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Arrested: Yeah. When we used to play those lets-pretend-we're-grown-ups games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny-dipped: Yes yes! In my bathtub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV?: Of course! Go turn it on now, you'll probably catch me on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed someone ya don't know: This is a tough one. You can't miss someone you don't know. Cos even eyecandies and cute guys, you mental note them as eyecandies and cuteguys so you actually know them but you just don't know know them. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Things you did today: Went on a STUPID tapping frenzy. ARGH! Made a webpage that made Mr Kenny Yong say good good. Bought Pillows and indulged. Tutored Belle and almost blinked my eye out behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 sounds you can hear at this very moment: The motor of the fan. My fingernails colliding with the keys of the keyboard. My brain thinking. Marbles rolling from upstairs. HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to do this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grace&lt;br /&gt;2. Weilun&lt;br /&gt;3. Asher&lt;br /&gt;4. Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;5. Sherilyn&lt;br /&gt;6. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have as much fun doing this as i did. sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115436567624667648?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115436567624667648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115436567624667648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115436567624667648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115436567624667648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/08/joram-and-peter-tagged-me-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115436381349300382</id><published>2006-08-01T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:37:04.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM CONFIRM plus 100% guaranty am sad now&lt;br /&gt;just read all the sbs transit contest rule thing. and the tapping ends tomorrow night 11.59&lt;br /&gt;so how on earth am i going to tap like 800 plus times in a day?&lt;br /&gt;there goes the FOC lappie&lt;br /&gt;only minute hope i have left is the dumb lucky draw for the iMac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i am sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid la. so last mintue then decide to go on this tapping frenzy. should've started so much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i guess i wasted my whole day today&lt;br /&gt;woke up early just to go around tapping&lt;br /&gt;up and down the buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL&lt;br /&gt;my fault nobody else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only in the dark when i can't seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I learn to hear your whisper that's been guiding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please totally make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. lauly did!&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm being bad but, she's on mc so no lecture tomorrow= more time for ess gra, gdf and medsoc presentation preparation tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY SAVE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115436381349300382?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115433508181095519</id><published>2006-07-31T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T16:38:01.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry but this is gonna be a BLAHHHHHHH post&lt;br /&gt;i'm so irritated by everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schedule is like PSYCHO&lt;br /&gt;wed- medsoc presentation&lt;br /&gt;fri- marketing deadline&lt;br /&gt;   - ess gra deadline (which we have not even started?)&lt;br /&gt;next mon- marketing presentation&lt;br /&gt;tues- gdf poster AND advertorial deadline&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's tuition&lt;br /&gt;there's music ministry stuf&lt;br /&gt;and buying huiwen's present&lt;br /&gt;and the ladies' retreat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when fun stuf clash or squeeze with NOT SO FUN stuf&lt;br /&gt;everything becomes BLEAHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so don't enjoy this period of time&lt;br /&gt;actually i do&lt;br /&gt;maybe the sense of satisfaction after we finish something successful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i MUST get that iBook&lt;br /&gt;i'm still need like... 800 plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115433508181095519?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115433508181095519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115433508181095519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115433508181095519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115433508181095519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sorry-but-this-is-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115427626136426872</id><published>2006-07-31T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:17:41.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO SAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that bidding for an iBook on the SBS tap in tap out thing requires at least 400 tokens&lt;br /&gt;and i only got a measly 281?&lt;br /&gt;i am so sad&lt;br /&gt;there goes my hope of winning it from some contests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i will not buy a lappie&lt;br /&gt;cos i'll feel too heartpain&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone willling to go crayz tapping on of these days?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;thats if I have the time&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADDDDDDDDD!!!!!!! )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115427626136426872?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115427626136426872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115427626136426872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115427626136426872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115427626136426872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-so-sad-i-just-found-out-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115393037205715819</id><published>2006-07-26T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:12:52.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i said i have no time to blog, but i really need to rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so irritated by the littlest things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i judge&lt;br /&gt;i criticise silently in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i get disgusted&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like vomiting blood.&lt;br /&gt;when you have to repeat the same formula over and over again&lt;br /&gt;but it stil doesn't get drilled in&lt;br /&gt;you will not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i am soooooo sooo sooo utterly RAHHHHHHH! about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more months to PSLE&lt;br /&gt;so much more to do&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, but i remember my teacher teaching and forcing us to write our workings neatly and ORDERLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;area= length x breadth&lt;br /&gt;        = 70 x 80&lt;br /&gt;        = 560&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how you should ALWAYS do your working&lt;br /&gt;ALL youkids who have not been doing this.&lt;br /&gt;you know how irritating it is to mark your work!&lt;br /&gt;you better start doing it before you meet a teacher one day who gets so exasperated with having to try decipher your stuupid random workings that she give you zero straight&lt;br /&gt;so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND~&lt;br /&gt;i had a massive loving sms spam today&lt;br /&gt;from my small group pam rae and char&lt;br /&gt;haha i love you girls too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND had some quality time with myself today.&lt;br /&gt;had like 4 hours to kill before tuition, so decided to go town alone. yes alone&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why people hate going out alone&lt;br /&gt;its actually quite refreshing okay.&lt;br /&gt;a time to take the back seat and watch lives roll pass yours.&lt;br /&gt;seat in some comfy couch in the library and treat yourself to a supposedly nice smoothie&lt;br /&gt;(which totally sucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;back to the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115393037205715819?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115388743676453854</id><published>2006-07-26T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:17:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SO SORRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aussie post will not be up any time soon&lt;br /&gt;cos im just too busy. &lt;br /&gt;deadlines over load. &lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115388743676453854?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115388743676453854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115388743676453854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115388743676453854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115388743676453854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-so-sorry-aussie-post-will-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115373177300014693</id><published>2006-07-24T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:02:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH!&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea whhy, but i feel so tired today. &lt;br /&gt;plus. ess gra tutorial is rather boring today. &lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's been a lot of questions over how i survive financially &lt;br /&gt;cos my mummy don't gimme allowance anymore. &lt;br /&gt;i guess its cos i am a person who thinks ALOT about my money before i spend it. &lt;br /&gt;whether its worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to buy a bar of chocolate, i'll think:&lt;br /&gt;do i really need this? &lt;br /&gt;can i get it cheaper?&lt;br /&gt;whether its a need or a want&lt;br /&gt;then i'll not spend in the end., &lt;br /&gt;haha! that's my trick okay. &lt;br /&gt;you all who wanna start saving, go try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another way, hide your money!&lt;br /&gt;as in slot in your notes all over you wallet so its like emergency money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;the LORD provides. seriously okay.&lt;br /&gt;no, money doesn't fall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;but somehow God just makes things possible. &lt;br /&gt;like, sending ahma, sah yi (third auntie), ji ghim, and her sister to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;they each gave me a hundred bucks okay!&lt;br /&gt;whoah!&lt;br /&gt;and and, peter still owes me 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i have an extra 410 dollars to my name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. i have no worries financially, though i have not started working in the raffles banquet thingy with grace and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! its tutorial time. i'll stop noW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115373177300014693?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115373177300014693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115373177300014693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115373177300014693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115373177300014693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/07/ah-i-have-no-idea-whhy-but-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115341213103155347</id><published>2006-07-21T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:15:31.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SURPRISE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, of course this is NOT my post on down under.&lt;br /&gt;it's in the process of publishing.&lt;br /&gt;but not done yet. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115341213103155347?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115341213103155347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115341213103155347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115341213103155347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115341213103155347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/07/surprise-no-of-course-this-is-not-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115290020033574804</id><published>2006-07-15T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:03:20.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a day of boring lecture, writing testimonials, hillsong dvd, and presenting ultra cool tvc ads.&lt;br /&gt;and of course the long waited for high school musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite disappointing actually. i expected much more from it&lt;br /&gt;by the way people were gushing bout how good it was.&lt;br /&gt;yeah its good, the acting, the songs.&lt;br /&gt;but, i felt the plot is like every other movie. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;the complication was so expected. like duh. there was a previous disney movie which involved a guy who's dad was a baseball coach and hence the guy is into baseball, then he suddenly get introduced to cooking and he enters a cooking contest. yadaayadaa.&lt;br /&gt;isn't the whole 'big idea' the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i think high school musical isn't much of a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;the only nice parts are the songs.&lt;br /&gt;i love the one where the whole cafeteria starts singing and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;and the first song, the duet they sang, it is so stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but the solo gabriella sang. that was so redundant.&lt;br /&gt;so mtv-ish. like what the heck? why would anyone be walking around school like that? why would the school halls be empty one mintue and have people running all over the next?&lt;br /&gt;i think ariel from little mermaid, her solo is better. haha!&lt;br /&gt;'wouldn't you think my collection's omplete?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's alright! never bad to have a movie to just forget about the world and its problems and just sink yourself  into a chick flick, as the adults would put it, and just, for a moment or two, allow yourself to believe that crayz impossible stuff, like oh i just met you, don't even know your name, but we can sing an impromptu duet so well!, do happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoah! that was a wordy sentence. something selvan would kill me for.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i should stop being such a critic cos at the moment, i wouldn't do a better job than the producers who are doing all this lousy movies. yet.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling this is going to be a long post. BUT it's still not going to be about my australia trip, though i know people are dying to see pictures and hear about what great fun i had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna blog about an issue that i find really irritating and frustrating and that people have pretty much gotten used to and take lightly.&lt;br /&gt;okay here it is- vulgarities. the eff word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been tolerating it for a long time already. ever since the start of poly life. not that the problem wasn't around before, but it became more prominent after. cos almost everyone is using the eff word. seriously. everywhere i walk, there's bound to be a person who curses and sweares.&lt;br /&gt;i don't get why people do that. but its even more frustrating when some people actually think its cool to use the eff word cos it shows how 'gut-sy i am'. so if you are that gut-sy. use the word in front of your parents. don't action in front of your friends or to impress girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to the next point. guys swearing in front of girls. goodness! do you know how crude you sound. how much it turns a girl like me off. how much i just wanna walk away. Do you know, a girl can sue a guy for using the eff word in her presence. yes its true okay. don't believe me? go look it up! i cannot stand guys just using the eff word so freely and easily like it doesn't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls swearing. worst thing ever. it just ruins your image, and make you sound real crude. so if that's what you're looking for. go for it. in my opinion, girls swearing is just equivalent to not respecting herself. i'm sure we all know the meaning of the eff word. so why would a girl go around saying sex! oh sex! what the sex! yes i know you don't mean it literally. so why use that word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christians cursing, i have nothing to say about that but to remind you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; James 3:1-12&lt;br /&gt;Not many of you should presume to be teachers, my brothers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly.&lt;br /&gt;2 We all stumble in many ways. If anyone is never at fault in what he says, he is a perfect man, able to keep his whole body in check.&lt;br /&gt;3 When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal.&lt;br /&gt;4 Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;5 Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark.&lt;br /&gt;6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.&lt;br /&gt;7 All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and creatures of the sea are being tamed and have been tamed by man,&lt;br /&gt;8 but no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.&lt;br /&gt;9 With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God’s likeness.&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;strong&gt;Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing.&lt;/strong&gt; My brothers, this should not be.&lt;br /&gt;11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring?&lt;br /&gt;12 My brothers, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i probably seem preachy, goody-two-shoes and traditional, whatever other adjectives you have.&lt;br /&gt;but, this is what i really feel cos the way some people are now, is not right.&lt;br /&gt;right, in accordance to the bible, and not the standards of the world.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just doing what i think is right, which is to gently remind and hopefully make a difference. cos i think christians who curse, are just tainting the image of believers, of christianity, and most importantly, of Jesus. and that is short-changing others of a chance to know Jesus and be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so weird sometimes, during med soc lectures, when mrs nah goes, "i'm sure you all are against the censorship..etc"&lt;br /&gt;and everyone goes, "uh-huh" and nods their head.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking, "i'm not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things like censorship, they are there for a reason. they exist for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;i don't appreciate watching a movie and having to sit through "oh eff you!"&lt;br /&gt;i don't appreciate listening to a nice sounding song like "you're beautiful" and then wince at the part he has to go cursing.&lt;br /&gt;erm. what does it add to the song? can't he express himself without using vulgarities?&lt;br /&gt;there are 866,569 words in the english language and not one he can use to replace the eff word to express himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's quite sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and please. don't use anger and stress as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;that's all people ever come up with.&lt;br /&gt;"why do you smoke?" -oh to relieve stress lah&lt;br /&gt;"can you stop using the eff word?" -i'm just d*mn p***ed&lt;br /&gt;if you are a person of character, anger and stress wouldn't make you turn from a gentleman to an ah beng. or a lady to an ah lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is. stop using the eff word.&lt;br /&gt;just because it isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;si what if you can find it in the dictionary? you can find 'oh' and 'man' in the dictionary too. why don't you use that instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'm done saying my piece. for those who actually agree with me, please start saying something about it okay.&lt;br /&gt;let's not sit there and take in what people give us. cos sometimes, listening too much of it numbs us, and you could find yourself thinking 'oh eff' all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want that to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to appear crude.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to taint the name of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115290020033574804?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115290020033574804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115290020033574804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115290020033574804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115290020033574804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-of-boring-lecture-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115280391626168285</id><published>2006-07-13T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:18:36.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to blog again BUT, as much as i want to, its not going to be about my aussie trip&lt;br /&gt;oh wells!&lt;br /&gt;blame it on my pathetic time management.&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my marketing journals.&lt;br /&gt;i only did 15 pages this time. i think i slacked alot. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i'll be saving ms lau. she doesn't have to read through 23 pages just to reward an A. 15 enough already. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. high school musical screenign in church tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;im so happy. cos i missed BOTH premieres okay.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;so while everyone else is talking about it like they watched it twice, cos they did, i'm stil in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND&lt;br /&gt;grace and co is coming!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. so happy~&lt;br /&gt;for once they are all coming okay. without me having to nag at them till their ears drop off or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its obvious that i'm typing whatever comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm so relieved that marketing journals are OVER and i hope that i don't ever have to do them again.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand tomorrow. journalism lecture and marketing tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;boring! marketing not so bad la. but stil. tedious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gtg! CIAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115280391626168285?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115280391626168285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115280391626168285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115280391626168285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115280391626168285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-hello-im-here-to-blog-again-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115252303032447384</id><published>2006-07-10T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:03:42.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;My boys (all of them) performed a birthday song for me this morning. It &lt;br /&gt;was SO cute. I almost died from cuteness overload. I wanted to squeeze&lt;br /&gt;them and squish them and mush them up until they formed a play dough&lt;br /&gt;ball of looove.&lt;br /&gt;-Karen Cheng , blog&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love reading her blog still. &lt;br /&gt;it's so nice reading about the sweet things her boys do for her. &lt;br /&gt;like after they give her headaches and everything. &lt;br /&gt;i recommend okay. go read karen cheng's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna blog now, cos i do not intend to go on msn or blog tonight. &lt;br /&gt;i'm intending to biah for my marketing journals first. &lt;br /&gt;faster finish it then i can relax. &lt;br /&gt;i wanna change my blog already.&lt;br /&gt;skin and everything. &lt;br /&gt;there may be a possbility of my switching to livejournal. &lt;br /&gt;not sure yet though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos livejournal gives me the option of making certain posts private. &lt;br /&gt;so that if i feel like posting private stuf then i can.&lt;br /&gt;so only friends can see and not the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;cos i know there are people who read w/o tagging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright!&lt;br /&gt;its been hmm, 2 weeks already?&lt;br /&gt;time flies so quickly huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stil confused. but confused is such a teenage-girl-in-love word&lt;br /&gt;so tht's not the exact word okay, but you know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;i don feel alright to feel alright. &lt;br /&gt;its like forgetting ah gong. &lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know la.&lt;br /&gt;its true that it still feels like his there in penang. &lt;br /&gt;cos its not everyday that i see him NOT being there.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its more prominent with cason and soo ling they all. &lt;br /&gt;gahh i don't knoww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i feel much better. much much much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a horrible neutral-ness in me during main service on sunday though.&lt;br /&gt;during worship, it was just nothing. &lt;br /&gt;i was singing words. and they were just words coming outta my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;nothing else&lt;br /&gt;so i stopped singing altogether&lt;br /&gt;i felt really bad&lt;br /&gt;and i was supposed to be backing up later for youth&lt;br /&gt;errr crisis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told pam that i could not back up, and explained why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chat with charlene some more before service and shared with her how i felt&lt;br /&gt;i guess sharing with her made me reflect while i was sharing.&lt;br /&gt;it's not tat i didn't want to worship God, but just that it wasn't coming out.&lt;br /&gt;i was desperately trying to be sincere and not make it a routine.&lt;br /&gt;kept asking God to change me and open my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that i blame God or whatever okay. no.&lt;br /&gt;i have questions, but i don't doubt that God has everything planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during youth worship change started taking place.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i didn't know what to do at first, whether to try again, or just stop trying to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;then charlene came and prayed for me. &lt;br /&gt;and everything that was holding me back just broke away.&lt;br /&gt;tears were streaming down my face. &lt;br /&gt;yeah. &lt;br /&gt;later auntie anna came to pray for me &lt;br /&gt;and gave me a HUGE bear-hug after that&lt;br /&gt;it was a needed hug&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to express in words okay, but you know how it feels&lt;br /&gt;when hugs just solve everything.&lt;br /&gt;not ANY hugs okay. &lt;br /&gt;half hearted 'okay-i'll-hug-you' hugs don't serve any purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so much better after that.&lt;br /&gt;SO much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks goes to charlene who is just there to listen &lt;br /&gt;i really really appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;finally there's someone who is willing to listen and let me pour my heart out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life isn't all going good and all yet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still struggling with juggling all the things i have&lt;br /&gt;tuition&lt;br /&gt;marketing journals&lt;br /&gt;marketing plan&lt;br /&gt;med soc group assignment&lt;br /&gt;packing my room for ah ma and ah yee or whoever else is coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ROOM&lt;br /&gt;i CANNOT stand it okay.&lt;br /&gt;i always want to pack&lt;br /&gt;i start packing and never seem to be able to end it&lt;br /&gt;im a very neat person, i like neat-ness&lt;br /&gt;i arrange my books according to the author and series&lt;br /&gt;i arrange my cds according to artiste and release dates&lt;br /&gt;that's how freaky i am&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;the problem with that is, when i start packing, i end up with a mess bigger than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say i wanna pack my cupboard okay, &lt;br /&gt;i'd take EVERYTHING out of the cupboard &lt;br /&gt;and slowly evaluate the value of the individual items.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i keep everything, cos i'm a girl, and find it hard to put things back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how?&lt;br /&gt;i need like a warehouse for my things la.&lt;br /&gt;and my clothes&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted walk-in wardrobes&lt;br /&gt;not cos of materialism&lt;br /&gt;but for neatness&lt;br /&gt;i can like arrange my clothes according to cutting and colour or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY now i sound like a freak&lt;br /&gt;but like Sonia Lao Shi says, "Janine was such a good student, always the perfectionist.'&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;the next time i blog. i'm gonna blog about Australia and upload pictures &lt;br /&gt;so wait for that people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115252303032447384?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115224992451990372</id><published>2006-07-07T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:25:24.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely cannot tahan quarkXpress&lt;br /&gt;it is so irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saved okay&lt;br /&gt;i SAVED&lt;br /&gt;then i can't open the dumb file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worse&lt;br /&gt;i REDID&lt;br /&gt;the whole fat brochure okay&lt;br /&gt;saved and everything&lt;br /&gt;saved eps&lt;br /&gt;saved pds&lt;br /&gt;whatever format&lt;br /&gt;but before this&lt;br /&gt;i saved as a quark file and everything&lt;br /&gt;so in case i need to edit&lt;br /&gt;i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but suddenly it cannot save anymore&lt;br /&gt;and it ALSO DELETED my saved file&lt;br /&gt;so now i only have eps format ones and pdf ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so fed up&lt;br /&gt;exasperated&lt;br /&gt;im so irritated&lt;br /&gt;someone just kill me&lt;br /&gt;why issit happening to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray that i can print it properly.&lt;br /&gt;i JUST need this. &lt;br /&gt;goodness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115224992451990372?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115224992451990372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115224992451990372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115224992451990372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115224992451990372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-goodness-i-absolutely-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115220154217398637</id><published>2006-07-06T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:59:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE COMPLETED MY GDF BROCHURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad.&lt;br /&gt;i went back to school at 6 today just to complete it okay.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed in school til 9.45.&lt;br /&gt;until the guy came to say 'we're closing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda freaky though.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was the only one in the mac lab after all the rest left.&lt;br /&gt;so it was dark and quiet. but loud quietly&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to all the aircon noise and sudden whirrrl of the computers&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;so called mummy to come abit earlier so she can see the lab and accompany me at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i guess today has been a much better day&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why, but i just felt so much better today&lt;br /&gt;i talked more, i laughed alot more and joked around.&lt;br /&gt;but there's stil this nagging feeling inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its not so much the problem of 'can't get over'&lt;br /&gt;but 'don't want to get over'&lt;br /&gt;i'm not over it now.&lt;br /&gt;cos now its just whenever i'm busy with something, i'd not think bout it&lt;br /&gt;but the moment i do, it all comes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ronald at tm today&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch and walked around&lt;br /&gt;and finally discussed bout my brochure&lt;br /&gt;den i left for school and he left for zoe's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primer youth module with believer music has ended&lt;br /&gt;i wanna take it higher.&lt;br /&gt;but gonna take a break first. cos the application date already over.&lt;br /&gt;so prolly gonna join again next term. savesavesave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i wanna sleep and wake up early for selvan's lecture&lt;br /&gt;and hear more stories bout indian man and doberman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115220154217398637?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115220154217398637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm this close to giving up my CCA&lt;br /&gt;the activity i've always wished to join.&lt;br /&gt;to be committed to&lt;br /&gt;to be part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the situation is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the mood of socialising&lt;br /&gt;i'm not keen on joking around and plastering that disgusting smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;but that's where the fun comes from.&lt;br /&gt;so i no longer see a point in going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know giving up is like saying i'm a wuss&lt;br /&gt;i know a billion people who'd say 'i told you she wouldn't stay for long'&lt;br /&gt;i know how EVERYONE will think of my decision to quit.&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care what YOU think. cos YOU have no idea of MY situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess this is God's way of telling db is not the thing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you say pressing on, not giving up is strength and character?&lt;br /&gt;i say being able to see what's better, and put down something you're reluctant to, so as to allow better things in life to come along,&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S strength. thats character.&lt;br /&gt;you don't agree? i don't wanna hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. i'm not gonna attend db no more.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda sad. cos i know it'd have been where my close friends in tp come from.&lt;br /&gt;but circumstances don allow things to flow.&lt;br /&gt;so this isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry jiamin josefyn ahlian. but i guess it doesn't really matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i have time for gdf brochure.&lt;br /&gt;lets pray mac lab stays free tom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115211425107725040?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115207785697754880</id><published>2006-07-05T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:37:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;so stop asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to be so bitter.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for myself for being so bitter.&lt;br /&gt;but you don't get what im going through.&lt;br /&gt;you don't get the sudden tears&lt;br /&gt;you don't get the whole picture of what is going on&lt;br /&gt;that stands for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its irritating to keep hearing&lt;br /&gt;'are you okay?'&lt;br /&gt;and i'm forced to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if this post hurts anyone. but really i don't mean to hurt you by this post.&lt;br /&gt;its not my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;i know you all are asking out of care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;but do you really want to hear the truth?&lt;br /&gt;do you really want to hear me sharing my heart out bout the pain i'm going through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact is you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by just telling someone my grandfather passed away&lt;br /&gt;the awkward silence and the urms and the ohhhs come in straight away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i hardly come online nowadays&lt;br /&gt;even if i do, i'll appear as offline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know all the encouragements you have now&lt;br /&gt;it'll be okay, i'll grow from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have you ever thought that maybe i don't want to?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's not okay for me to feel okay.&lt;br /&gt;until now, its stil hard to accept the fact that i've lost my ah gong.&lt;br /&gt;the ah gong who used to give us a new school bag every year till we grew outta the cartoon designs.&lt;br /&gt;the list of description could grow longer.&lt;br /&gt;but im in no mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr selvan so nicely threw an assignment in my face just now&lt;br /&gt;GWA2&lt;br /&gt;i know GWAs are written during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;but how do you think i'd go and think of the connection and actually do the GWA on my own and hand it in to you on Monday&lt;br /&gt;oh and the 'sorry about your grand dad'&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have to add that to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;cos it didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verge of tears.&lt;br /&gt;amidst a room of people&lt;br /&gt;so similar yet totally different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my life.&lt;br /&gt;i'll grow i'll learn in my own time&lt;br /&gt;stop pushing me&lt;br /&gt;stop making me fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alright is all you wanna hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's lil girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115207785697754880?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115206868679901070</id><published>2006-07-05T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T11:04:46.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attack of the z monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO tired.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to sleep in this morning. &lt;br /&gt;just didn't wanna wake up and go catch thte dumb bus. &lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i stil haven't done much with my assignments. &lt;br /&gt;i don't feel very alright with that. &lt;br /&gt;i wanna finish my gdf asap&lt;br /&gt;den i can focus on my mkting journals and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always have so much to blog about. &lt;br /&gt;but no moood to blog about it&lt;br /&gt;i still owe &lt;br /&gt;an entry on australia&lt;br /&gt;an entry on msia.&lt;br /&gt;and a few billion entries on how sickening i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need is control in my life&lt;br /&gt;time management.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing practically a whole week of lecture/tutorials&lt;br /&gt;not advisable&lt;br /&gt;so many others have almost finished their assignments&lt;br /&gt;and im not even started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's that someone's party to go to&lt;br /&gt;but i have training! which i haven't been attending for 3 weeks already!&lt;br /&gt;and mr planner says 'but it's _____!?!'&lt;br /&gt;hello i also wanna attend but no time get it?&lt;br /&gt;yes i know she's important and all but at this point in my life&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't really matter, as in its not the priority. &lt;br /&gt;and the way you phrased it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. selvan just stepped in. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115198914442185335</id><published>2006-07-04T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:59:04.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm finally updating. for i don't know what reasons.&lt;br /&gt;i have a stuupid brochure to complete. &lt;br /&gt;i have quarkXpress to use now. but i can't complete my brochure.&lt;br /&gt;how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any ideas for the theme of the brochure.&lt;br /&gt;i have one week left&lt;br /&gt;time and tide waits for no man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;and 4 marketing journals too&lt;br /&gt;whoopdeedoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115198914442185335?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115198914442185335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115198914442185335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115198914442185335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115198914442185335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-finally-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115138560039935878</id><published>2006-06-27T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:20:00.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything changes&lt;br /&gt;a minute ago i was blogging about how sucky my life is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i realise what a small matter that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm flying off to malaysia in a few hours time.&lt;br /&gt;to attend my grandfather's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;i need a lot of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;we need a lot of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;please pray that we won't be forced to follow the chinese customs and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God. i have so many questions. cliche as it may sound. but just stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all you guys who helped me&lt;br /&gt;augustine, for your phone and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;asher for your prayer, i really appreciate it alot.&lt;br /&gt;melissa for your encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;joram for helping me and reminding me to sign up for CDS before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;queehuang. oh queehuang. i really believe God put you there, in that path you were walking at that partocular moment. thank you so much girl. thanks for lending me your phone, thanks for your encouragement and for just being there.&lt;br /&gt;to a taxi driver.thanks for telling me that life must go on, thanks for telling me that God will be with me, thanks for charging me 8 dollars, when there was an extra 2 dollars to the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you all next week.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be leaving later, and coming back next wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115138560039935878?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115138560039935878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115138560039935878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115138560039935878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115138560039935878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/06/everything-changes-minute-ago-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115137017383758217</id><published>2006-06-27T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T09:02:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really don't feel good here. &lt;br /&gt;going to bed at night seems so gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;waking up in the morning is a drag.&lt;br /&gt;preparing for school just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't wanna be here. &lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so easy for me to ccry now.&lt;br /&gt;at any point in time, if i want tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i can get tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;hmm. mediacorp in need of any teary eyed actress? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;my life is in a big mess&lt;br /&gt;i haven' t unpacked my luggage AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;so all my clothes i take from inside. and every morning i dig out clothes to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;what a chore&lt;br /&gt;i get so frustrated its not funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND there are so many things to be done. &lt;br /&gt;but i just don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;i know its my fault and i've got no one to blame cos i went to look for all these extra commitments MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;can't i just have an extra hour in a day?&lt;br /&gt;then i can do MY things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so sick of everything&lt;br /&gt;having to plaster a stuup smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;cos it's no one's fault that i'm in a bad mood 24/7&lt;br /&gt;so i can't lash out on them&lt;br /&gt;and they are nice people&lt;br /&gt;but really, it's so sickening&lt;br /&gt;and fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val gets to stay at home cos she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;went to see doctor's just now. or now, as i'm typing actually&lt;br /&gt;but she chooses to go to schoolafter seeing the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;which is pretty dumb.&lt;br /&gt;BUT if i were in holy high still now, i'd ALSO choose to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;cos there'd be grace and co. and lala to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my friends in poly and all&lt;br /&gt;but its not the same. its superficial y'noe&lt;br /&gt;everything is just on the surface&lt;br /&gt;not even skin deep&lt;br /&gt;no offence, but i'm sure you guys feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i have no time for myself, there's no way i'm gonna meet grace anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;and i REALLY want to&lt;br /&gt;i know there' been much going around for the 2 week i've been away.&lt;br /&gt;so you girls better update me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to hide away. &lt;br /&gt;i don't even enjoy going online anymore.&lt;br /&gt;even though i know there'd be people onlne to help me and brighten up my stuuup days&lt;br /&gt;shhesshhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for friday to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please save me from this dumb place i call my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness &lt;br /&gt;i should get a life&lt;br /&gt;but i don't have a life&lt;br /&gt;gahhh whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. italy win.&lt;br /&gt;but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;socceroos aren't very good. its their first time qualifying into the second round and all that. &lt;br /&gt;BUT the way they played against italy, it was 0-0 until that stuup penalty&lt;br /&gt;so go socceroos!&lt;br /&gt;i still love yous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elfie and hasanah just gave me chocs!&lt;br /&gt;so sweet. and touching.&lt;br /&gt;thanks is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i purposely came early today. &lt;br /&gt;reached mac lab at 8.20 plus..&lt;br /&gt;to blog&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;what a life (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;db later. &lt;br /&gt;i dono how it'll turn out&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll die half way&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i'll live.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be able to go to gramp's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe have fun for a while&lt;br /&gt;then it's sleep and drag out of bed the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sad huh. &lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115137017383758217?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/115137017383758217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=115137017383758217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115137017383758217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/115137017383758217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-really-dont-feel-good-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115131099538228356</id><published>2006-06-26T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:36:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;got &lt;br /&gt;my &lt;br /&gt;second&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;tp!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-115124855312100399</id><published>2006-06-25T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:15:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick here in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, what's the opposite of homesick?&lt;br /&gt;whatever THAT is, im suffering from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number one, the climate.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im in a sauna.&lt;br /&gt;too many hot water vapours around and i can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number two, the stress&lt;br /&gt;i just feel it piling.&lt;br /&gt;needless to add, schools starting, hmm, tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dumb place we call home, its stinky&lt;br /&gt;has that musty smell.&lt;br /&gt;cos its been shut w/o ventilation for 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick and tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;i was pondering on whether to go online just now.&lt;br /&gt;it felt good to be away.&lt;br /&gt;just AWAY&lt;br /&gt;y'noe&lt;br /&gt;gahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS&lt;br /&gt;the db girls are like gelling so well. from what i see on jiamin's blog.&lt;br /&gt;envy&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't been training AT ALL for the past 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;and they've rowed, what, SIX times already?&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be so dead.&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;you know that feeling?&lt;br /&gt;like its been all FUN and EXCITING and RELAXING&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, you fly over a few kms, over some ocean, some land.&lt;br /&gt;and then its&lt;br /&gt;BOOM&lt;br /&gt;BUSY, STRESSFUL and QUIET&lt;br /&gt;and the sickening 'take-my-breath-away' climate just acts as the cherry on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry to be dragging everyone's mood down under with mine.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;erm i dono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be blogging about what great fun i had&lt;br /&gt;and posting pictures&lt;br /&gt;but right now, im just in no mood to do so.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand the fact that there's school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;someone please just pull a trigger at my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and now, i shall be all pro-aussie cos im missing them there&lt;br /&gt;and say&lt;br /&gt;GO SOCCEROOS!&lt;br /&gt;cahill rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see talk about australia and i see light coming through the dark and quiet, creaky place i call my brain.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, my.. mood?&lt;br /&gt;yeah the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-115124855312100399?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114994559101625992</id><published>2006-06-10T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:19:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;gues where i'm at right now?&lt;br /&gt;you got it! at changi airport!!&lt;br /&gt;heh. fight got delayed to 11 plus so i have so much time right now to blog blog blog on the free access internet thingy mah jiggy&lt;br /&gt;weeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even got 75 bucks worth of dinner vouchers just now okay.&lt;br /&gt;wahha. this is life!&lt;br /&gt;the only regret i have is not completing my dumb assignment letter to forum thing.&lt;br /&gt;so i'd have to use the time during the flight to think of wad exactly to write about.&lt;br /&gt;FOUR pages okay.&lt;br /&gt;who write a letter FOUR pages long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells!&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at popeyes just now.&lt;br /&gt;GRACE AND STEP!! i got to eat the fish thing at popeye's!&lt;br /&gt;neh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner.. went to walk around in the shops.&lt;br /&gt;mummy was looking for her la prairie thing. however you spell that.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw something familiar.&lt;br /&gt;saw the price.&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTY plus BUCKAROOS for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;felt so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;got nothing much to blog about. cos all my absolute fantabulously yummy looking pictures we took on friday are all at home&lt;br /&gt;so i can't blog bout friday yet right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wished gary happy birthday in advance just now.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;ehh all you people reading this and know which gary i'm talking about, don't forget to wish him hapy birthday next week okay! 17th june.&lt;br /&gt;lol. gary say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace dearest, i'll miss you too!&lt;br /&gt;you all ah, if any crayz things happen better update me as soon as i come back okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty! i officially have nothing more to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all!&lt;br /&gt;pray for journey mercy for us later okay.&lt;br /&gt;i don like crayz turbulance.&lt;br /&gt;which incidentally happened during my first flight to aust.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS its like gonna rain soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter!&lt;br /&gt;i've got someone watching over me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queenJANINE will be back two weeks later&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, miss me all the same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114994559101625992?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114994559101625992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114994559101625992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114994559101625992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114994559101625992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-hello-hello-gues-where-im-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114978729873839698</id><published>2006-06-08T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:45:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is it with movies and love&lt;br /&gt;must there ALWAYS be that huge chunk of romance in good funny ha-ha movies?&lt;br /&gt;it's what makes the movie good, i know, but what's the deal with unrealistic endings?&lt;br /&gt;can't storywrights come up with a better solution than girl tells the truth, guy thinks about it, girl regrets, guy comes back into her life.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;its so expected. so predictable.&lt;br /&gt;i can write the story for you for goodness sakes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that these movies are bad. it was goood&lt;br /&gt;but. can't they just look into reality for once, and realise that things like this DON'T happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;can't they spare a HUGE thought for people who are sick and tired of sappy love stories and just come up with a GOOD movie that has NOTHING absolutely NOTHING to do with chemistry between the 2 genders.&lt;br /&gt;sheeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well. SHE'S THE MAN is a good watch.&lt;br /&gt;funnny as in hahaha funny.&lt;br /&gt;good eye candies in there.&lt;br /&gt;the duke guy is HOT.&lt;br /&gt;esp in the beginning scenes, where viola just enters the dorm, and he was TOPLESS!!&lt;br /&gt;his ABS. SO hot.&lt;br /&gt;wahahha. shuddup janine.&lt;br /&gt;but like i said. predictable.&lt;br /&gt;just like every other teeen-ish movie.&lt;br /&gt;teens are NOT like that okay. stop making teenagers seem like dumb dumb oooh-everything's-bout-love people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when movies like this just seems so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;-ooh. i wanna live a life like that too! i want a boyfriend like that too. so sweet. so nice! there is hope for girls!&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i'm obviously not in that kind float-among-the-clouds phase right now&lt;br /&gt;there were scenes in the movie which were so. grrrr-cliche-cliche-cliche all over it. i just wanted to cringe and faint la.&lt;br /&gt;like how the heck does duke oh so magically find viola in that stuuupidly misty lake place.&lt;br /&gt;and how come duke didn't discover sebastian wasn't a girl. when they were room mates. and viola/amanda bynes is actually quite busty okay. its so dumb la.&lt;br /&gt;gahh!&lt;br /&gt;but but but.&lt;br /&gt;hot people in the movie. acceptable eyecandies makes everything fine.&lt;br /&gt;see see see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/shestheman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/shestheman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/shestheman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/shestheman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i actually have more pictures,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, idiotic blogger just does not wanna lemme upload it.&lt;br /&gt;believe me i tried like ten times before giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr i'm so irritated now&lt;br /&gt;i already planned my tomorrow like last week.&lt;br /&gt;so YOU better not come and mess up my plans.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so sick and tired of people popping into my life and expecting me to adjust to them and their liking.&lt;br /&gt;just stop it!&lt;br /&gt;and stop rummaging through my things.&lt;br /&gt;goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;im not a druggie or something. what do you expect to find in my bag?&lt;br /&gt;gold? stolen goods? weed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't wait for australia.&lt;br /&gt;i miss australia so much&lt;br /&gt;miss the lifstyle, the people, the place.&lt;br /&gt;the way things ar just so relaxed,&lt;br /&gt;i miss rollerblading along oldfield street.&lt;br /&gt;miss playing with kumi and her sister outside our house&lt;br /&gt;miss running around barefooted. miss being so close to nature. rolling around the grass, feeding horsies whenever we feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;miss the food there, miss feeling so distant from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;miss listening to songs there, miss channel abc. miss watching teletubbies first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;miss having a cupboard full of snacks.&lt;br /&gt;miss going over to nita's place for sleepovers. miss rufty and mrs gillespie's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;its just 2 different worlds okay.&lt;br /&gt;singapore is so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish i stay there. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. too bad the holiday over at down under wouldn't be a 'homie' feeling one.&lt;br /&gt;cos we'd be like tourists. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna shop! i wanna go on all the rides i never dared to when young. i wanna go meet up nita and katie and emma!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy sosososo many things okay.&lt;br /&gt;tops, sandals, bags, more tops, shades, ear rings, accessories, more tops, any cool looking thing i see that would look good on me.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i want a pair of blades too.&lt;br /&gt;if its any cheaper there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stil haven't started packing.&lt;br /&gt;don't what to pack&lt;br /&gt;no warmy warm clothes to bring&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd be suffering the first few days there.&lt;br /&gt;WINTER okay! don't play play.&lt;br /&gt;wahah. but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;i know it'd be loving every minute of the freezing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh. i know there's so much more to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;but my brains ain't working very well at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i'm so mixed up inside, i wanna just get away you know.&lt;br /&gt;walk in some crowded place.&lt;br /&gt;get lost in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;im so irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;someone please take me away&lt;br /&gt;i don like now. i don like this. i don like living like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/janine(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/janine%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lester from holy high just said that this picture looks like rogue.&lt;br /&gt;except i look gentler. wahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singlism rocks my socks off&lt;br /&gt;stop disturbing me&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna get into any mushy filled relationship right now, besides the ones i already have with my girlies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh!&lt;br /&gt;the WORST thing a guy can do is SPOIL a friendship, just cos he is feeling confused and don't know what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;and during this 'confused' period, he tells his friend, who incidentally is a girl, that he might have feelings for her.&lt;br /&gt;oh what? you don't have feelings for friends? you mean you're un-feeling towards friends?&lt;br /&gt;what the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;just go jump down a building or something&lt;br /&gt;people GUYS ESPECIALLY should learn to get a life&lt;br /&gt;grow up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm blogging like im so grown up or something.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just that im more sensible&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;self praise&lt;br /&gt;so people, stop saying that im a kid. see how mature i can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;im so not a nerd. or i was never a nerd JONNY!&lt;br /&gt;you sickening idiot.&lt;br /&gt;my specs were never thick. onli 175 degrees okay&lt;br /&gt;and my sec school photos are just filled with guai-ness&lt;br /&gt;guai does not equals to nerd&lt;br /&gt;nerd=dumb freaks who are obsessed with studying. they are square people.&lt;br /&gt;im not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty people!&lt;br /&gt;im done with blogging today&lt;br /&gt;i feel better so tts a blog well blogged.&lt;br /&gt;righteo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so wanna stuf myself with sushi sushi and more sushi with grace and step tom&lt;br /&gt;make sure i get my money's worth&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;sushi w/o wasabi is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;sushi w/ wasabi is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;i don't reallly care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there used to be a time&lt;br /&gt;when i'd fall for your little tricks&lt;br /&gt;all the words you gave&lt;br /&gt;i listened and believed&lt;br /&gt;so gullible so naive&lt;br /&gt;but experience made me learn&lt;br /&gt;and have me grown wiser&lt;br /&gt;words are nothing but letters put together&lt;br /&gt;they don't mean a thing to me&lt;br /&gt;so don't speak it&lt;br /&gt;just stop talking&lt;br /&gt;show it. prove it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a lie&lt;br /&gt;not a song, i don't need to hear you sing your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna hear that you're all alone and you need someone to fill that empty space&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not just someone&lt;br /&gt;i'm JANINE&lt;br /&gt;you ain't gonna get lucky with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114978729873839698?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114978729873839698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114978729873839698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114978729873839698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114978729873839698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-it-with-movies-and-love-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114969433953868863</id><published>2006-06-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:32:19.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>please don't take everything you have and throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright people!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not done with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;gues what?!? i forgot to blog about the most important thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;queenJANINE borke her nail!&lt;br /&gt;as in really BROKE&lt;br /&gt;not those sissy bimbo ooh-my-nail-is-broken&lt;br /&gt;but OUCH!-i-broke-my-nail-and-there's-blood!&lt;br /&gt;yes there's blood okay.&lt;br /&gt;even now there's stil some dried blood under my nail.&lt;br /&gt;cos it like broke above the white line thingy. whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;grace's mum helped me cut off my long nails. so that when i touch stuf it won't be in the way.&lt;br /&gt;but since the broken part is beyond the able to cut area, there's still some broken parts la.&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh i dono how to explain/describe.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should take a pictureof it and put it up&lt;br /&gt;but that means that it's have to upload it and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;so.... nope!&lt;br /&gt;go let your imagination flow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i was saying.. broken nail!&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know how i broke it?&lt;br /&gt;i tell you okay.&lt;br /&gt;i was pooling with grace on monday.&lt;br /&gt;met her after med soc test.&lt;br /&gt;and we met at kovan. why? cos her fren told her kovan got pool place.&lt;br /&gt;went there. couldn't find.&lt;br /&gt;her fren's sms : "very long ago. you go somewhere else better la"&lt;br /&gt;something like that.&lt;br /&gt;felt like fainting la&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so in the end! we stil went back to boring stinky ah-beng-filled hougang plaza. but wasn't that bad. at frist it was just us and another table there.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;and there were playing ENGLISH songs!&lt;br /&gt;but fake english songs. well, beggars can't be choosers right?&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. that doesn't fit in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;ah nvm.&lt;br /&gt;i had a nice time hanging out with grace.&lt;br /&gt;one on one times are good!&lt;br /&gt;get to talk to each other more.&lt;br /&gt;actually, not much diff.&lt;br /&gt;even when its the 5 of us, me and grace always are the 2 faster ones.&lt;br /&gt;then the 3 slowpokes will be lagging behind.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said bout the past.&lt;br /&gt;lets talk bout today!&lt;br /&gt;J1 is over! tests areOVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i got my first ever A in CMM today!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it for GDF&lt;br /&gt;my logo got me an A!!!&lt;br /&gt;im so so so happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;my HARD HARD WORK paid off big time&lt;br /&gt;and im not haolianing. so don say me.&lt;br /&gt;its normal to be happy. and feel good when you accomplsih something.&lt;br /&gt;SMILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet aaron for lunch&lt;br /&gt;gus and jonny tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;bad combi. mad suaning by them la&lt;br /&gt;walked around and around. finally decided on marina's foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;they had some 'you know ..... ?' then started talking and talking bout boys school ppl and stuf.&lt;br /&gt;erm okay!&lt;br /&gt;haha went pooling after that.&lt;br /&gt;i don wanna poool with them anymore&lt;br /&gt;cos my skills just become nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what else i wanna blog about.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is, i wanna use the toilet, and i wanna remove my contacts soon!&lt;br /&gt;and my stuuupid head is hurting like anything.&lt;br /&gt;BIG sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to post this very very very long ago&lt;br /&gt;BUT never got round to doing it, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Save the Last Dance For Me is the perfect song which brings out the way, the mentality every one in a relationship should have. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agree agree?&lt;br /&gt;go &lt;a href="http://www.letssingit.com"&gt;www.letssingit.com&lt;/a&gt; to check out the lyrics. but i think its so correct&lt;br /&gt;ppl in relationships should have this mentality, but ppl like that hardly exist now.&lt;br /&gt;even i'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;remember how pastor said something bout being miss right instead of looking for mr right&lt;br /&gt;well, i'd never be miss right. not now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'd never be able to stand it if my bf were dancing with another girl or something&lt;br /&gt;i get jealous VERY easily. but i hide it&lt;br /&gt;wahhaha&lt;br /&gt;so now, no bf= no jealousy!&lt;br /&gt;perfect! i shall live life like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;no wait.&lt;br /&gt;i want kids.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. how?&lt;br /&gt;whatever la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! no more blogging for today.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are gonna drop out soon.&lt;br /&gt;why issit that whenever i sit in front of the com, i feel unhealthy&lt;br /&gt;i think its the stuupid things those adverts tell us.&lt;br /&gt;after 30 minutes look into somethign distant.&lt;br /&gt;like whatever. who actually does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh speaking of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;azrael got serious eye infection.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, it hurts everytime he blinks or even close his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;ouch&lt;br /&gt;so pray for him alrighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bad at this.&lt;br /&gt;keeping to a certain topic.&lt;br /&gt;see, i wanted to say bye, and i started blogging bout azrael.&lt;br /&gt;crap man.&lt;br /&gt;eNOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;ciao peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love yous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114969433953868863?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114969433953868863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114969433953868863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114969433953868863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114969433953868863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/06/please-dont-take-everything-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114958125311890293</id><published>2006-06-06T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:07:33.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to blog again!&lt;br /&gt;big apology to all my die hard readers out there.&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW how irritating it is to go to someone's blog and not find anything new to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i have got to study journalism and pack my room AND go tutor belle later.&lt;br /&gt;so got to make this entry quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first. my small groups outing with pastor heidi.&lt;br /&gt;went straight to city hall after school but cos of the rain and stuf, reached there on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;if not i would have been earlier.&lt;br /&gt;saw pastor heidi. told her that the girls would be late&lt;br /&gt;so we went coffee and toast to sit down and chatted abit.&lt;br /&gt;was a lil awkward at first. had to scour through my brain to think of stuff to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;found out interesting stuff about pastor heidi.&lt;br /&gt;she's a carpenter! and enjoyed her work as one thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;she loves the sun. loves being outside.&lt;br /&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;finally after like one hour of waiting, we decided to walk around citylink mall while waiting&lt;br /&gt;walked walked walked, they still haven't reached.&lt;br /&gt;so we went on to raffles city.&lt;br /&gt;walked around and saw the lego exhibition thingy.&lt;br /&gt;pastor heidi took photos of the huge lego exhibits for her younger brother&lt;br /&gt;then, pam arrived!&lt;br /&gt;we walked around for a while, and charlene and rachel came and joined us&lt;br /&gt;walked around and chatted abit.&lt;br /&gt;had kfc for dinner cos she wanted more american food for a change.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;we brought her to see the mini merlion after dinner, cos she wanted to. took a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;saw annabelle whats-her-name&lt;br /&gt;shiek haikel's wife. outside the esplanade. they were ggetting ppl to sign up for some course thingy. quite interesting but it's rather expensive.&lt;br /&gt;but like they had courses for acting, dj-ing, radio-dj-ing, break dancing etcetc&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting la. but no money no money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that eventually got round to going home.&lt;br /&gt;even though we were all so reluctant to.&lt;br /&gt;haha. had a nice chat with rachel on the train.&lt;br /&gt;she's so funny la. the things she do. animated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. one down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! went pooling with grace and step before harmony concert and after their parade thingy.&lt;br /&gt;super fun la&lt;br /&gt;we played 2v1&lt;br /&gt;and every single time, the person playing against the other 2, would surely win&lt;br /&gt;really!&lt;br /&gt;its so weird la&lt;br /&gt;when grace plays against me and step. she wins.&lt;br /&gt;when step plays against me and grace, she wins.&lt;br /&gt;and wheni play against them, i win&lt;br /&gt;so everybody gets her share of winning.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but fun laa.&lt;br /&gt;we're all about pool nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after harmony we wanted to go pool again&lt;br /&gt;but sadly no table&lt;br /&gt;so irritating&lt;br /&gt;so we left plaza.&lt;br /&gt;saw that idiot ronnie.&lt;br /&gt;he asked us why we will go plaza. we said. pool, no table&lt;br /&gt;then he was like. ohhhh no table? lets go pool&lt;br /&gt;with his bunch of lians and bengs&lt;br /&gt;like whatever&lt;br /&gt;loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we wanted to go kovan.&lt;br /&gt;but it was so late already,&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to go over to hougang mall.&lt;br /&gt;we went to bluez. and got ourselves glasses.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;huiwen step and grace got fake glasses.&lt;br /&gt;sickening perfect vision ppl who wants to wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;and i got myself shades. cheapo shades&lt;br /&gt;sigh. oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. i know i haven't blogged much&lt;br /&gt;but i have to go.&lt;br /&gt;gahh! stuck in front of the com.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand this.&lt;br /&gt;everytime okay.&lt;br /&gt;i try to concentrate on something, somenthing else would distract me.&lt;br /&gt;and my room is stil half packed.&lt;br /&gt;so untidy. goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having dinner at the gramps&lt;br /&gt;after tuition&lt;br /&gt;which means snacks snacks and more snacks&lt;br /&gt;boy am i gonna get fat&lt;br /&gt;i don care really.&lt;br /&gt;i love food. haha. but the guilt after snacking&lt;br /&gt;someone just kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114958125311890293?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114958125311890293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114958125311890293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114958125311890293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114958125311890293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-to-blog-again-big-apology-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114927137324148555</id><published>2006-06-03T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:02:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had so much fun today&lt;br /&gt;EUPHORIA!&lt;br /&gt;goodness. i wonder how much the school put into getting all those cards and pamphlets done.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm REALLY impressed by the quailty and design of it and all&lt;br /&gt;few years back it was done manually la.&lt;br /&gt;like folded and everything. right?&lt;br /&gt;now.. whoah. totally different!&lt;br /&gt;the deco and everything was nice.&lt;br /&gt;the only bad thing is there's no personal touch. last time i think the coucillors decorated it right? correct me if i'm wrong pls. cos i don wanna go think so hard now to rmb if im right or wrong. it IS 1 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW MR PIERRE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;pardon me. but i think mr pierre is the coolest vp anyone can have&lt;br /&gt;oh ex-vp for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;he is so charming la... still rmb THAT hour when me and gohchengen sat in mr pierre's office and he helped us edit our emcee script and improve and all that.&lt;br /&gt;he is coooool&lt;br /&gt;and not bad looking too okay.&lt;br /&gt;so handsome la!!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw SO many people in school today.&lt;br /&gt;i was SOSOSO proud when i saw the emcee. guess who?&lt;br /&gt;it was dawn from 1diligence'05!&lt;br /&gt;MY sec 1 okay!&lt;br /&gt;brilliant PSL = brilliant sec 1&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay im so bhb la. but you all know i'm joking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my guides.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon they did a good job today.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it's prolly cos the sun was setting already.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mrs queenie ng.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt she rmbs our name, but she chatted with us and stuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw rama.&lt;br /&gt;still owes us our present, which she prolly still will for the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw rayson!!&lt;br /&gt;he is still as cute as ever! so small and chipmunk-like. wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw darren.&lt;br /&gt;egg head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw zhi cheng.&lt;br /&gt;bragging bout his infocomm stuf. thats ava btw. they combined with robotics or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw so many of my sec 1s.&lt;br /&gt;all councillors now la. look so smart. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my kor.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go pooling with him but too bad.. no more table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mr tan and his dance&lt;br /&gt;so cute! even though it looks less man. don laugh at him okay. it took him lots of practise and effort. i feel so protective of mr tan la. haha. don like ppl to laugh at my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mr adrian goh.&lt;br /&gt;those eyes... ahhhhhhhhhh. can just melt anybody laaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the humility guys. yeowting, jonathan, linxiong, xiaocong, ahpow, leslie + andrew&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all of them right? yeah. still the same. act cool sickening fellas. haha. no la. linxiong is okay. the rest all. no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw so many many more people.&lt;br /&gt;said my hi's and bye's&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! saw sumitro and hoilun and ethel&lt;br /&gt;they don believe i'll stay on in db lor! wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you all okay. haha&lt;br /&gt;ethel still say she gonna ask me again the next time she see me in tp.&lt;br /&gt;whether im stil in db or not. so sickening la.. don believe me!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but sumitro and hoilun.&lt;br /&gt;just heard something bout them&lt;br /&gt;so sweet la. sumitro is so xi xing.&lt;br /&gt;is that the right word for it?&lt;br /&gt;first it was that beautiful arty thing he did for her autograph book.&lt;br /&gt;now its candlelight dinners and all?&lt;br /&gt;wow. im impressed.&lt;br /&gt;after so long, he's stil waiting.&lt;br /&gt;man of his words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable day.&lt;br /&gt;i wished it never end.&lt;br /&gt;walking around school seeing all the familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;though it would have been much better if we were back at the punggol site. or back to our old old school&lt;br /&gt;cos right now, everything in school just looks foreign.&lt;br /&gt;and.. so not school-y.&lt;br /&gt;oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert was boring..&lt;br /&gt;but the company was great.&lt;br /&gt;highlights of the concert was wushu and the teachers' performance.&lt;br /&gt;the rest all sucked. compared to the past harmony concerts la.&lt;br /&gt;choir was barely audible. CO zao sia dono how many times. dance was so typical, cos they did like almost the same thing in some school thing before. band was so... erm. lame. with the four girls on stage acting bimbotic. like what the heck?okay, so it's a change, but i feel they could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;we were saying, after our batch left, all CCA went down.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. wushu right, they got the seniors back to perform.&lt;br /&gt;so stylo mylo wilson performed! so power la! everybody sat up straight the moment wushu came on.&lt;br /&gt;and the teachers' dance was okay.. similar to the first one they did for harmony concert.&lt;br /&gt;the one where mrs cheong was still around. dancing happily with her fellow colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how her husband is doing. cos like, we all kinda forgot about her already. not really forget but, like it faded away. but her husband, he must still be feeling the emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;cos her absence is so prominent. to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it would have had a better feel if the concert was held in a more professional hall. not a school hall.&lt;br /&gt;cos even though they switched off all the lights, there was still light shining in from the street lights, so the effect was not there la.&lt;br /&gt;the lightings were useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was not that good.&lt;br /&gt;and it ran out FAST&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Wife for a handsome husband.&lt;br /&gt;i coined that phrase just now!&lt;br /&gt;haha. cos we saw mr maran's wife&lt;br /&gt;and were saying that she's real pretty.&lt;br /&gt;mr maran is so smoooth with his dance moves la.&lt;br /&gt;many ppl behind were saying that its cos his an actor and all that.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i disagree.&lt;br /&gt;actors don need dance skills and stuf. so where's the link?&lt;br /&gt;dancing is a either you have it or don thing. in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;cos there has to be a feel when one dances.&lt;br /&gt;not say im some pro or something. but really right? w/o the feel it just looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole has feel too!&lt;br /&gt;she NEVER fails to look so right in any of her dances.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its her radiant smile.&lt;br /&gt;the look of confidence on her face when she dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/Image(150).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/Image%28150%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a nice lil picture.&lt;br /&gt;boliao/zilian huiwen went crayz. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. it coming to 2 already.&lt;br /&gt;im going kayaking tom.&lt;br /&gt;should be sleeping already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still have so much to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. lets type really quick!&lt;br /&gt;i'll just list out the things i'd have to blog about the next time i blog okay!&lt;br /&gt;1) outing with pastor heidi and small grp.&lt;br /&gt;2) pooling with grace and step before concert&lt;br /&gt;3) the 'after harmony party'&lt;br /&gt;4) kayaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay people.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! people with blogs. can you all please update your blogs. i get SO bored okay.&lt;br /&gt;run out of blogs to read, it gets so boring!&lt;br /&gt;den i'd surf around the blog community till i get a satisfying read.&lt;br /&gt;and that's a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;so why don you all just blog and i read?&lt;br /&gt;nice idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;queenJANINE (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114927137324148555?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114927137324148555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114927137324148555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114927137324148555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114927137324148555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-so-much-fun-today-euphoria.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114957075121520139</id><published>2006-06-03T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:12:31.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had so much fun today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EUPHORIA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. i wonder how much the school put into getting all those cards and pamphlets done.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm REALLY impressed by the quailty and design of it and all&lt;br /&gt;few years back it was done manually la.&lt;br /&gt;like folded and everything. right?&lt;br /&gt;now.. whoah. totally different!&lt;br /&gt;the deco and everything was nice.&lt;br /&gt;the only bad thing is there's no personal touch. last time i think the coucillors decorated it right? correct me if i'm wrong pls. cos i don wanna go think so hard now to rmb if im right or wrong. it IS 1 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW MR PIERRE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;pardon me. but i think mr pierre is the coolest vp anyone can have&lt;br /&gt;oh ex-vp for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;he is so charming la... still rmb THAT hour when me and gohchengen sat in mr pierre's office and he helped us edit our emcee script and improve and all that.&lt;br /&gt;he is coooool&lt;br /&gt;and not bad looking too okay.&lt;br /&gt;so handsome la!!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw SO many people in school today.&lt;br /&gt;i was SOSOSO proud when i saw the emcee. guess who?&lt;br /&gt;it was dawn from 1diligence'05!&lt;br /&gt;MY sec 1 okay!&lt;br /&gt;brilliant PSL = brilliant sec 1&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay im so bhb la. but you all know i'm joking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my guides.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon they did a good job today.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it's prolly cos the sun was setting already.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mrs queenie ng.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt she rmbs our name, but she chatted with us and stuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw rama.&lt;br /&gt;still owes us our present, which she prolly still will for the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw rayson!!&lt;br /&gt;he is still as cute as ever! so small and chipmunk-like. wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw darren.&lt;br /&gt;egg head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw zhi cheng.&lt;br /&gt;bragging bout his infocomm stuf. thats ava btw. they combined with robotics or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw so many of my sec 1s.&lt;br /&gt;all councillors now la. look so smart. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my kor.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go pooling with him but too bad.. no more table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mr tan and his dance&lt;br /&gt;so cute! even though it looks less man. don laugh at him okay. it took him lots of practise and effort. i feel so protective of mr tan la. haha. don like ppl to laugh at my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mr adrian goh.&lt;br /&gt;those eyes... ahhhhhhhhhh. can just melt anybody laaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the humility guys. yeowting, jonathan, linxiong, xiaocong, ahpow, leslie + andrew&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all of them right? yeah. still the same. act cool sickening fellas. haha. no la. linxiong is okay. the rest all. no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw so many many more people.&lt;br /&gt;said my hi's and bye's&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! saw sumitro and hoilun and ethel&lt;br /&gt;they don believe i'll stay on in db lor! wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you all okay. haha&lt;br /&gt;ethel still say she gonna ask me again the next time she see me in tp.&lt;br /&gt;whether im stil in db or not. so sickening la.. don believe me!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but sumitro and hoilun.&lt;br /&gt;just heard something bout them&lt;br /&gt;so sweet la. sumitro is so xi xing.&lt;br /&gt;is that the right word for it?&lt;br /&gt;first it was that beautiful arty thing he did for her autograph book.&lt;br /&gt;now its candlelight dinners and all?&lt;br /&gt;wow. im impressed.&lt;br /&gt;after so long, he's stil waiting.&lt;br /&gt;man of his words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable day.&lt;br /&gt;i wished it never end.&lt;br /&gt;walking around school seeing all the familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;though it would have been much better if we were back at the punggol site. or back to our old old school&lt;br /&gt;cos right now, everything in school just looks foreign.&lt;br /&gt;and.. so not school-y.&lt;br /&gt;oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert was boring..&lt;br /&gt;but the company was great.&lt;br /&gt;highlights of the concert was wushu and the teachers' performance.&lt;br /&gt;the rest all sucked. compared to the past harmony concerts la.&lt;br /&gt;choir was barely audible. CO zao sia dono how many times. dance was so typical, cos they did like almost the same thing in some school thing before. band was so... erm. lame. with the four girls on stage acting bimbotic. like what the heck?okay, so it's a change, but i feel they could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;we were saying, after our batch left, all CCA went down.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. wushu right, they got the seniors back to perform.&lt;br /&gt;so stylo mylo wilson performed! so power la! everybody sat up straight the moment wushu came on.&lt;br /&gt;and the teachers' dance was okay.. similar to the first one they did for harmony concert.&lt;br /&gt;the one where mrs cheong was still around. dancing happily with her fellow colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how her husband is doing. cos like, we all kinda forgot about her already. not really forget but, like it faded away. but her husband, he must still be feeling the emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;cos her absence is so prominent. to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it would have had a better feel if the concert was held in a more professional hall. not a school hall.&lt;br /&gt;cos even though they switched off all the lights, there was still light shining in from the street lights, so the effect was not there la.&lt;br /&gt;the lightings were useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was not that good.&lt;br /&gt;and it ran out FAST&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Wife for a handsome husband.&lt;br /&gt;i coined that phrase just now!&lt;br /&gt;haha. cos we saw mr maran's wife&lt;br /&gt;and were saying that she's real pretty.&lt;br /&gt;mr maran is so smoooth with his dance moves la.&lt;br /&gt;many ppl behind were saying that its cos his an actor and all that.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i disagree.&lt;br /&gt;actors don need dance skills and stuf. so where's the link?&lt;br /&gt;dancing is a either you have it or don thing. in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;cos there has to be a feel when one dances.&lt;br /&gt;not say im some pro or something. but really right? w/o the feel it just looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole has feel too!&lt;br /&gt;she NEVER fails to look so right in any of her dances.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its her radiant smile.&lt;br /&gt;the look of confidence on her face when she dances. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/Image(150).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/Image%28150%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a nice lil picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boliao/zilian huiwen went crayz. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm. it coming to 2 already.&lt;br /&gt;im going kayaking tom.&lt;br /&gt;should be sleeping already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still have so much to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. lets type really quick!&lt;br /&gt;i'll just list out the things i'd have to blog about the next time i blog okay!&lt;br /&gt;1) outing with pastor heidi and small grp.&lt;br /&gt;2) pooling with grace and step before concert&lt;br /&gt;3) the 'after harmony party'&lt;br /&gt;4) kayaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay people.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! people with blogs. can you all please update your blogs. i get SO bored okay.&lt;br /&gt;run out of blogs to read, it gets so boring!&lt;br /&gt;den i'd surf around the blog community till i get a satisfying read.&lt;br /&gt;and that's a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;so why don you all just blog and i read?&lt;br /&gt;nice idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;queenJANINE (= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114957075121520139?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114957075121520139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114957075121520139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114957075121520139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114957075121520139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-had-so-much-fun-today-euphoria_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114909750081653618</id><published>2006-06-01T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T01:45:00.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM blogging a real quick one.&lt;br /&gt;have so many things to say but i really don't have the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all,&lt;br /&gt;big big THANK YOU to aaron joram and yuxuan!&lt;br /&gt;for making my day complete. haha. 4 hours of non stop tutorial was not good.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun hanging out with you guys today.&lt;br /&gt;oh and THANKS for tolerating my cousin and his crap.&lt;br /&gt;he's actually a nice boy. just that he needs time to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly,&lt;br /&gt;da vinci.&lt;br /&gt;its not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;compared to the way many people criticised the movie.&lt;br /&gt;its the the story line that entertained me, but rather the 'thrill' and suspense.&lt;br /&gt;i think there was one part where someone got whacked hard and i gasped so loudly la!&lt;br /&gt;so not something i'd do. so its quite good la.&lt;br /&gt;but the ending was dumb la.&lt;br /&gt;it was so... 'huh? what the heck?'-ish&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i had churros!! and popcorn. but it was overpopulated with sweet ones.&lt;br /&gt;had to dig for my salted popcorn&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone not like salted popcorn?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third in line,&lt;br /&gt;just accepted a testimonial from grace.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, the reason i was the last to know about a certain something was because i'm "alwaes righteous n perfect gurl"&lt;br /&gt;grace dear, firstly, its okay. i'm alright with being the last to know, as long as i'm able to be of some help after knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;and please don't think of it that way. what righteous perfect rubbish. you should know i will not judge you or anything right... plus. i have a crayz side too. the one you five are so familiar with. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to reply ou thru testimonial, but since im blogging, might as well just do a quick one here. i'll return you a testi though. no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally!&lt;br /&gt;its so clear that there has been some underground war. silent bombs been flying here and there.&lt;br /&gt;after reading both blogs, i have to say i'm glad that this 'issue' hopefully, is being settled for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;however, in my opinion, issues like this are never settles this way.&lt;br /&gt;i have always been one who thinks conflicts btw frenz should be settled face to face.&lt;br /&gt;a session where everyone gets to thrash out everything and anything they have about each other. then from there, they accept the comment/s and decide for themselves if they want to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;friendships do become stronger after stuf like this.&lt;br /&gt;right STEP? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the thrashing sessions.&lt;br /&gt;and i think we are in desperate need for one soon.&lt;br /&gt;a certain someone is falling so deep. and i reckon its up to us to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;even though she says she doesn't want anything to be done.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;the things 'love' does to one's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! back to the issue thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite impressed by the way the issued was handled.&lt;br /&gt;i think both blog entries were mature and objective. wahah med soc sia.&lt;br /&gt;who am i to judge, but really.&lt;br /&gt;now people around you's can heave sighs of relief&lt;br /&gt;its taxing for us too okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty! im done blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i love you people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114909750081653618?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114909750081653618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114909750081653618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114909750081653618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114909750081653618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-blogging-real-quick-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114904488643519654</id><published>2006-05-31T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:08:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay!&lt;br /&gt;im here to rant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely cannot stand bus drivers who just drive on even when there are people running towards the bus and trying to be on time for school or work.&lt;br /&gt;do they realise that just because their puny little brain decided not to wait just a little while more for a certain pathetic person running, someone can get in so much trouble. and might even have to go get a mc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how irritating right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the dumb route was so conjested today for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;the bus couldn't even move for a long long long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY, when i got to the bus stop, i saw qian ru there too&lt;br /&gt;haha and her fren from CMM too.&lt;br /&gt;i was sososo relieved okay.&lt;br /&gt;we quickly took a cab and cabbed down to tp.&lt;br /&gt;the taxi driver was so much nicer than the bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;wahha. he was like saying to the cars in front jokingly," faster go! just go la! i have 3 ladies who are rushing to go to school"&lt;br /&gt;so lame la.&lt;br /&gt;haha but very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. journalism now.&lt;br /&gt;joram is meeting aaron and phebe for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;NOT FAIR la&lt;br /&gt;i stil have vocal lessons later too.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. what to do between 1-3.45?&lt;br /&gt;waste time only.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. something will come up later.&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.  gotta go pay attention to selvan now.&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114904488643519654?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114904488643519654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114904488643519654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114904488643519654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114904488643519654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-im-here-to-rant-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114901269340800494</id><published>2006-05-31T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T02:11:33.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am dead tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished the stuuup J1 assignment.&lt;br /&gt;but im so not happy with the way it turned out&lt;br /&gt;i can do much better than this&lt;br /&gt;but due to time constraints,  and how exhausted im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna settle with this.&lt;br /&gt;goodness&lt;br /&gt;see the things procrastinating does to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus plus!&lt;br /&gt;watching movie tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;whoppppeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;and and. wed=no lectures!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;siao! okay. im gone. SO TIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone pls save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be carried away~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114901269340800494?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114901269340800494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114901269340800494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114901269340800494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114901269340800494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-dead-tired-just-finished-stuuup.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114887854936775819</id><published>2006-05-29T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:55:49.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY HEY&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a com lab typing this right now. &lt;br /&gt;woke up so early to meet my marketing group to discuss our proposal.&lt;br /&gt;so we're kinda done. just need to get the stuff typed out. sherilyn's gonna do that i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY. my favourite day of the week. &lt;br /&gt;haha. went church.&lt;br /&gt;liz was so happy when she knew that both me and christine weren't backing up. &lt;br /&gt;cos it meant that she could go to her beloved singpost!&lt;br /&gt;and eat her beloved kfc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fat already.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't ate fastfood in a long time, then just the last few days, i ate&lt;br /&gt;long johns&lt;br /&gt;subway&lt;br /&gt;mac&lt;br /&gt;kfc&lt;br /&gt;urgh!!! so fattening! &lt;br /&gt;think of all my reservoir runs gone down the drain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter!&lt;br /&gt;gonna go running with jiamin and fyn later&lt;br /&gt;and after that gonna go down to hougang to meet grace&lt;br /&gt;mac AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;goodness! i'm NOT gonna ezt mac later. &lt;br /&gt;i promise. i'm gonna bug them to go 805 eat banmian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a huge tiff&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i did anything wrong&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't really matter to me&lt;br /&gt;this could be a blessing in disguise!&lt;br /&gt;minus the blatant cold remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents should stop telling their kids to study and all that after o lvls&lt;br /&gt;like hello?&lt;br /&gt;there's something called maturity&lt;br /&gt;there's something in us, every human being, which ignites a desire to do well in life&lt;br /&gt;if you're a parent and you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to live you're child's life.&lt;br /&gt;stop looking at them like lil kids&lt;br /&gt;cos more often than not, they are gtrown up already&lt;br /&gt;they have a brain to think for themselves&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's just part and parcel of life&lt;br /&gt;parents should seriously learn&lt;br /&gt;that their kids are not the 3-year-olds that hugged and kissed them every single second&lt;br /&gt;not the kids who went to them every time they face a problem&lt;br /&gt;you have to let them go explore themselves&lt;br /&gt;learn to plan their own time&lt;br /&gt;learn to handle things on their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! back to SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go pooling, but due to some reasons, went to jerome's place to indulge in durian!&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since i last ate durian&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;sweet or bitter?&lt;br /&gt;i love both!&lt;br /&gt;especially when its bitter with a tad bit of sweetness&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;sweet with a tad bit of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;watched spy kids with the kids, &lt;br /&gt;played with gladys and gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so cute! gabriel shrieks when the pirate ship shoots out its dragon thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew!&lt;br /&gt;just saw some picture of a disgusting lady stepping on cats&lt;br /&gt;erm. she's gotta have guts to do that.&lt;br /&gt;like who the heck kills cats like that?&lt;br /&gt;freako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY i sidetracked AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;had a nice chat with auntie anna &lt;br /&gt;helped me see things in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna act on it. im gonna do something about it. &lt;br /&gt;as soon as i get my facts right, make sure i know my stuff&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna be NATO&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna do something for GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP just came in. sitting beside me so thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;ciao ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114887854936775819?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114887854936775819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114887854936775819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114887854936775819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114887854936775819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-hey-im-in-com-lab-typing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114874753472097997</id><published>2006-05-27T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:32:14.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i aboslutely love grace and step. haha&lt;br /&gt;okay la. and huiwen and debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went out today~&lt;br /&gt;my whole day was psychotic i tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and got ready to meet grace and all. &lt;br /&gt;and THEN i couldn't find my keys. (YES AGAIN!)&lt;br /&gt;i thought valerie took it again. so i kinda went crayz looking for other keys. &lt;br /&gt;but we don't have any extra keys. &lt;br /&gt;so den i tried picking the lock.&lt;br /&gt;used 4 metals pins thingy.&lt;br /&gt;but of course i didn't manage to pick it.&lt;br /&gt;like duh! if i did, robbers would go crayz already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally i found my dumb key. hiding in some plastic bag in my room.&lt;br /&gt;quickly rushed out to flag a cab and meet grace.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, &lt;br /&gt;due to the fact that taxis JUST don't come your way when you need them, i couldn't get a cab, and in the end waited for grace to come with her nice cab she flagged.&lt;br /&gt;SO EXHAUSTED and it was only 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to raffles the plaza. went up to the room where the training was taking place.&lt;br /&gt;the guy is SO boring please. &lt;br /&gt;worse than mr selvan. &lt;br /&gt;wahha&lt;br /&gt;he kept writing, or rather drawing, on the huge pictionary type of paper. &lt;br /&gt;and he'd use like only 1/10 of the paper before turning to a new page.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THE TREES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard new stuff. &lt;br /&gt;scandalous ah. &lt;br /&gt;why issit that im always the last to find out bout this things?&lt;br /&gt;not fair laaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;i don wanna fren you anymore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. but grace told me bout it. &lt;br /&gt;big complication.&lt;br /&gt;nvm that for now. &lt;br /&gt;after that we went subway.&lt;br /&gt;shared with grace dearest&lt;br /&gt;after that took like 45 mins to get to wisma. &lt;br /&gt;cos we took the bus.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;idiot made us walk so far. but i don mind! exercise to get rid of the subway i just ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acc step to send her beautiful looking mp3 for repair. &lt;br /&gt;then off we went to monstercue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the super squeezy table.&lt;br /&gt;had a super short cue that came with it too! &lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;played and played.&lt;br /&gt;later gabriel came. then deb and huiwen. then yuxuan came too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun &lt;br /&gt;i love pooling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to ps. &lt;br /&gt;walked &lt;br /&gt;step shopped.&lt;br /&gt;im just waiting for my trip to down under.&lt;br /&gt;then i'd go crayz shopping&lt;br /&gt;wanna get lotsa stuf from there&lt;br /&gt;bag shoes clothes shades blades &lt;br /&gt;have an uncanny feeling that we'd have a hard time packing when coming back here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later me grace and yuxuan went off while the rest went dinner.&lt;br /&gt;saw shawn and his cast. haha so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im back home blogging bout the wonderful day i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that it was the best. but im glad i had a day like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i just have to express my negative feelings towards guys &lt;br /&gt;guys who 2 time&lt;br /&gt;guys who lead girls on and spin them round their little fingers&lt;br /&gt;guys who say one thing to a girl AND say the same to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to the other good guys out there. &lt;br /&gt;but really, i've seen so many bad guys, they really turn me off and make me wanna stay single forever.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot and i repeat cannot accept guys who two time, and claims that 'if i weren't with her, i'd be with you'&lt;br /&gt;excuse me. that's so idiotic. &lt;br /&gt;girls PLEASE don't fall into the guys' traps. &lt;br /&gt;can you please wake up from your fantasy/stupor&lt;br /&gt;you're a girl yourself. can you please think in HIS gf's shoes?&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel if your bf told another girl what he told you?&lt;br /&gt;whta kind of bf is that anyway?&lt;br /&gt;and have you ever tot, if he could say that about her, what makes you think he wouldn't say the same about you few months down the road?&lt;br /&gt;sorry if im dashing anyone's dreams, but admit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guys are just greedy. &lt;br /&gt;some guys are just flirts.&lt;br /&gt;and unfortunately, guys with sweet tongues are just not reliable.&lt;br /&gt;ladies, its something called intuition.&lt;br /&gt;when you know a guy's reputation of having a way with girls, then no matter how special he makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;no matter what he tells you&lt;br /&gt;know that you're just the flavour of the week or month.&lt;br /&gt;know that as soon as he got what he want, &lt;br /&gt;it on to the next target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guys are not like girls.&lt;br /&gt;they are not in for the emotional&lt;br /&gt;guys don't get emotionally attached okay.&lt;br /&gt;so if the guy isn't worth it &lt;br /&gt;DON'T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so sad to see my fellow girlfriends twisted and tossed around by guys&lt;br /&gt;yet they're still blindly hooked.&lt;br /&gt;that's the minus for being a girl&lt;br /&gt;you get manipulated. tricked into thinking that you're everything &lt;br /&gt;you're irreplacable &lt;br /&gt;when in actual fact, its just words to lure you&lt;br /&gt;play with your ego&lt;br /&gt;and then capture you and make you a victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad im not guy crayz or whatever you call it&lt;br /&gt;stressing over guys and bgr is so not something i wanna do right now.&lt;br /&gt;all i want now is to:&lt;br /&gt;love God with all my heart and be obedient!&lt;br /&gt;study hard and so well for my mid-sem tests!&lt;br /&gt;go running with jiamin and josefyn and any other db girls so we'd get into DB!&lt;br /&gt;love and go crayz with all my dear frenz&lt;br /&gt;i love you all so so so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i didn't blog about friday!&lt;br /&gt;when i went to the most boring lecture of all&lt;br /&gt;even though i could've not went. &lt;br /&gt;but im a good girl and not ponning is what good girls do.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so after J1 lecture, went to meet ronald in town.&lt;br /&gt;was SO happy when i saw him okay!&lt;br /&gt;cos i know it meant a whole day of crap&lt;br /&gt;sure enough he started his crappings.&lt;br /&gt;aaronlin came to join us later, and we went for lunch at cine long johns&lt;br /&gt;met ryan and went pooling for a while&lt;br /&gt;we played 4 round i think&lt;br /&gt;and me and ron won all four!&lt;br /&gt;2 was cos they pocketed the 9 ball. &lt;br /&gt;the other 2 was cos of my pro-ness&lt;br /&gt;wahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to catch XMen3 after that. &lt;br /&gt;me and grace were actually watching the same movie in the same theartre unplanned. &lt;br /&gt;how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;too bad she had to rush of for ptm after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;BUT the movie rocked.&lt;br /&gt;so nice laa! how can anyone say that its not a good movie??&lt;br /&gt;i reckon they should do some XMen movie marathon thing.&lt;br /&gt;i confirm go watch. if the time and date is suitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to church for the talk thingy. &lt;br /&gt;ronald was nice enough to wait with me for bus 80&lt;br /&gt;talked alotta crap while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ronaldyeo is one of the rare close close guy frenz i have.&lt;br /&gt;close close guy fren= someone i can talk with like how i talk with my girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;FYI, im not someone who is super easy to get close with. ie, i don't open up and show my true self until i know you well well. &lt;br /&gt;that being the case, i don easily get good guy frenz cos guys are just dumb people who are not worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;ronald yeo. how in the world did i ever get so fren fren with you&lt;br /&gt;i know! you were our portable cupboard in sec 2&lt;br /&gt;and all those long long afternoons we had just slacking in our 2 humility classroom. chatting and chatting about who knows what. &lt;br /&gt;all those catty issues.&lt;br /&gt;goodness!&lt;br /&gt;ronald you can become my guy girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;wahahha&lt;br /&gt;you BETTER tag i tell you&lt;br /&gt;haven't tagged in eons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;tat's about it for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word that sums up my whole day:&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cos i just LOVE my ppl&lt;br /&gt;GRACE STEP HUIWEN DEB!&lt;br /&gt;thanks girls for making my day a fun-filled one&lt;br /&gt;i really really really miss all the times we had &lt;br /&gt;things are different now, but my love for you girlies NEVER change you hear?&lt;br /&gt;MUAH! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh grace. the ice cream thing i didn't blog. &lt;br /&gt;i wrote it in my testi for huiwen. go read! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE y'all!&lt;br /&gt;queenJANINE (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114874753472097997?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114874753472097997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114874753472097997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114874753472097997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114874753472097997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-aboslutely-love-grace-and-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114857781634474274</id><published>2006-05-26T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:23:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i LOVE dragonboat trainings.&lt;br /&gt;i know i may sound crayz. but i really do okay. &lt;br /&gt;i feel great after every training. &lt;br /&gt;not great as in physically, but great as in high happy yay great&lt;br /&gt;cos almost every db trainings, there are challenges to overcome and stuf&lt;br /&gt;and the sense of satisfaction you get after the whole training and knowing that you got over the challenges and just bagged another 'accomplishment'is just stupendous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today the CHALLENGE was the reservoir run&lt;br /&gt;even though its not the first time,&lt;br /&gt;today our pace was upped like 10 times or something. (okay i am exagerating)&lt;br /&gt;and we ran the longer route. &lt;br /&gt;when we reached the midpoint, i was already dying. &lt;br /&gt;my lungs were killing me. was trying VERY hard to keep my breathing consistent. breathe thru my nose and regulate it. &lt;br /&gt;but my throat kept choking up&lt;br /&gt;and my horrible stitch kept coming on and off. &lt;br /&gt;during the last k of the run i was on the brink of giving up and all that. &lt;br /&gt;you know how when you're pressing on and hanging in there, you run like there's no tomorrow, and feel like you're dying?&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's how i felt. &lt;br /&gt;i was like. 'just abit more dear juat abit more.you've done so well so far already. cant give up now to spoil the whole run'&lt;br /&gt;and i hung on and ran and ran and ran.&lt;br /&gt;finally i see a glimpse fork in the road, which is somewhere very near tp already.&lt;br /&gt;jogs on the spot. catches breath. wets mouth but can't drink yet. &lt;br /&gt;looks back at the whole reservior&lt;br /&gt;goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole run i kept focusing on the surrounding. &lt;br /&gt;so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;saw reflections. snails crossing the dangerously heavy traffic walkway.&lt;br /&gt;saw lovely clouds.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole run i kept singing songs in my head. also kept asking God to give me strength to persevere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love jiamin josefyn and geraldine. &lt;br /&gt;we were the four desperately trying to keep and not lag behind lejie and bear's pace. &lt;br /&gt;and geraldine kept encouraging and encouraging when i was almost gonna go BOOM&lt;br /&gt;jiamin and her 'go people jiayoujiayou!'&lt;br /&gt;haha josefyn and her footsteps behind me. the footsteps pushed me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so love challenges. &lt;br /&gt;pep talk from lejie today after the pumping game.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be part of this. &lt;br /&gt;its not just a passing phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stereotypes ain't my thing&lt;br /&gt;terrible that you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;despite the 16 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI&lt;br /&gt;im not one who uses vulgarities&lt;br /&gt;im not one who does stuupid things like smoke [Jonny i know you read my blog!]&lt;br /&gt;im not one who hangs out with ah bengs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please you should know me better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss lalahojiale&lt;br /&gt;my crayz monkey bestie woman&lt;br /&gt;lets just go back to our swimming days and get bonkers&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired. &lt;br /&gt;conking out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114857781634474274?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114857781634474274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114857781634474274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114857781634474274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114857781634474274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-dragonboat-trainings.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114850287198152658</id><published>2006-05-25T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T04:34:32.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOODNESSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 3:53am and i've just completed my marketing journals&lt;br /&gt;i feeel super good right now &lt;br /&gt;if this isn't A grade material.. then I really really dono what is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so gonna look like crap tomorrow and the following days after. &lt;br /&gt;eye bags!!!&lt;br /&gt;that idiot jerome is gonna point at me and shout EYE BAGS! again&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now just waiting to print my notes&lt;br /&gt;have to feed the printer every once in a while cos im doing the manual print 2 sides of the page thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got something to seriously get off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos today, they were giving out the da vinci booklet thingy. about whats real and whats not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme give you 2 scenes okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in medsoc tutorial)&lt;br /&gt;hey asher where did you get that?&lt;br /&gt;-they're giving it out downstairs, at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;do you think you can give it to me?&lt;br /&gt;-ohhh... okay lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm walking down the stairs towards the bus stop after lessons and all&lt;br /&gt;i see the people giving out these booklets&lt;br /&gt;she offered me one. i smiled and took it. &lt;br /&gt;walked a few steps down, saw a bin&lt;br /&gt;it was filled to the brim&lt;br /&gt;with what? make a wild guess&lt;br /&gt;when i saw all those booklets in there, i seriously got very angry.&lt;br /&gt;and then they're those people who take it and start folding it, wringing it, using it to fan themselves... anything BUT reading it okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying this because its a christian thing and im a christian. well, maybe to a certain extent it is so la.&lt;br /&gt;BUT don't these people, and you of course if you are like one of those inconsiderate people, think about the amount of effort that has been put into producing all those copies of the booklet?&lt;br /&gt;it's not like it is some dumb flyer asking you to go for manicure in some ulu nail place down the road or something. its just a booklet which contains certain facts which may or may not be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;so why don't you just open the booklet and read for goodness sake?&lt;br /&gt;why do you people always judge and get so sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(second scene)&lt;br /&gt;'EH! why you take that thing? throw away la! its about christian things you know?'&lt;br /&gt;-YAH i know. i'm a christian you know.&lt;br /&gt;'OH. im very sensitive when it comes to christian stuf. sorry'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry? nono. I'M sorry for you. &lt;br /&gt;it's so sad that people reject things and go 'oh nonono i'm not into that' before they even find out ANYTHING about it.&lt;br /&gt;what makes you people get so turned off by us 'christians'?&lt;br /&gt;like its some taboo or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know now some people are getting defensive and thinking&lt;br /&gt;she's one of those christian crayz people.&lt;br /&gt;well whatever you wanna think &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not. yes i'm crayz about God&lt;br /&gt;but not crayz to the extent of forcing people to go to church and all that. &lt;br /&gt;notice the word i used was force and not asking/inviting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you athiest continually question whats so great about our God&lt;br /&gt;why believe in someone we cannot see?&lt;br /&gt;well i'm asking you now why don't you find out for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;afraid? that you may actually discover the truth which will shake the grounds you have been standing oh so firmly on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing else to say about that. &lt;br /&gt;turned off by so many things i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get carried away&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get tossed by Your waves&lt;br /&gt;i don't care where or how deep&lt;br /&gt;i wanna jump in with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get carried away&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get lost in your ways&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be held by Your truth&lt;br /&gt;I wanna behold all of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be all yours today&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get carried away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114850287198152658?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114850287198152658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114850287198152658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114850287198152658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114850287198152658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/gooodnesss-its-353am-and-ive-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114835349543549019</id><published>2006-05-23T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T11:04:55.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY again. &lt;br /&gt;im making use of this time to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;gdf break now. BREAK okay joram. &lt;br /&gt;haha im not being a naughty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have marketing journals!!&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end school at 6 today. &lt;br /&gt;have to rush over to tuition later. &lt;br /&gt;have to FLY there.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;later when i go back home and go on the com.&lt;br /&gt;im NOT going to come to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its super tempting every single time i turn on my com.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna come to my blog to see who tagged what. &lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then ill start blog surfing&lt;br /&gt;and eventually i'll waste 20 minutes doing reading and tagging. &lt;br /&gt;SIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sososo, today im NOT going to okay. &lt;br /&gt;i'll not go online also. &lt;br /&gt;so if you see me online later. must come and scold me. lol&lt;br /&gt;what crap la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesdays are the worst. &lt;br /&gt;starts a 9 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i've to wake up at SIX okay. &lt;br /&gt;and then when i wake up. &lt;br /&gt;the dumb bus has to be so crowded&lt;br /&gt;gahh!!&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. this kinda timing means i can take the tp shuttle bus thingy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;its 2 more weeks to hols.&lt;br /&gt;australia. gold coast. movie world dream world sea world. here i come! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait la. &lt;br /&gt;hope i'd get to catch with nita and katie and emma.&lt;br /&gt;and find the kmart jellybeans. &lt;br /&gt;yummy. &lt;br /&gt;go back to st tommy moore's to visit mrs zeller. and hopefully see maddie love there. &lt;br /&gt;sigh. i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. &lt;br /&gt;break's over.&lt;br /&gt;cya later alligators!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114835349543549019?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114835349543549019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114835349543549019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114835349543549019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114835349543549019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114828663190041583</id><published>2006-05-22T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:30:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mondays were suppose to be not that bad, &lt;br /&gt;MY monday was kinda sucky today. this week&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cos someone took my key. &lt;br /&gt;and i was locked IN the house. &lt;br /&gt;how stuupid is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early and was doing my journals. &lt;br /&gt;journals are difficult to do okay. &lt;br /&gt;i've thought of so many things to write about and it only is a part of my journal&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately for me, i stil have 3 and a half journals left to do.&lt;br /&gt;that is SUCKY. especially when i'm spending like so much time on it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos the thing is, i have to go online, research on companies and like quote stuff. &lt;br /&gt;real substantiated stuff.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm doing extra la. but. oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i was going leave the house already.&lt;br /&gt;looked at the hook thingy and didn't see my key.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK?!?!&lt;br /&gt;went to my room to search through all my bags &lt;br /&gt;and then valerie's bags &lt;br /&gt;NO KEY&lt;br /&gt;luckily mummy came back and saved me. &lt;br /&gt;felt so horrid la&lt;br /&gt;my whole day ruined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the stuupid lady at the photo shop made me wait so long&lt;br /&gt;reached school 5 minutes late&lt;br /&gt;gahh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. the interviews yesterday went quite well&lt;br /&gt;interviewed all 5 going on the trip and pastor simon.&lt;br /&gt;pamela peter and ben's interviews were very useful.&lt;br /&gt;unlike ANDY &lt;br /&gt;who gave me dumb answers like "cos its mission impossible and i wanna be like tom cruise."&lt;br /&gt;like. what the heck la! &lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh but overall, pastor's was the best. haha&lt;br /&gt;i had to write ultra fast!&lt;br /&gt;but it gavve me alot of information and stuff i could write. &lt;br /&gt;so here's a BIG thank you to everyone i interviewed yeah?&lt;br /&gt;even though there were crappy ones! haha i had fun feeling like a journalist for the day. lol&lt;br /&gt;and peter, the picture on your blog looks dumb! &lt;br /&gt;so not professional okay!&lt;br /&gt;unlike the ones i took of you acting cute. &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 4.17 now. &lt;br /&gt;have more ess gra till 6. &lt;br /&gt;then its DRAGONBOAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people wonder why i join dragonboat.&lt;br /&gt;itss basically for the sake of keeping fit&lt;br /&gt;yees i know i can join other stuf like production stuf to help me know more on what im doing&lt;br /&gt;BUT that doesn't keep me fit&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, &lt;br /&gt;i've been dreaming of joining dragonboat since after sec school!&lt;br /&gt;so its like fulfillng my dream okay. &lt;br /&gt;so stop asking me to quit.&lt;br /&gt;cos i already said, if i can't pass the time trials. then its a no dragonboat for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i love sundays.&lt;br /&gt;i love pooling&lt;br /&gt;i haven't pool-ed for more than a week!!!&lt;br /&gt;stuupid yuxuan got to pool like 4 times last week.&lt;br /&gt;idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does the flu not strike tp?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;okay now im being bad. &lt;br /&gt;OH WELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's enough blogging for now.&lt;br /&gt;since i can't blog at home, &lt;br /&gt;it's like a NONO now. &lt;br /&gt;so is pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with pooling?&lt;br /&gt;why does parents always think that pooling is a BAD thing?&lt;br /&gt;cos the media always depicts pool-ing girls and guys as those slutty super short shorts girls and bad biker dudes?&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;what we see on tv isn't always accurate okay&lt;br /&gt;there's a word  called exaggeration!&lt;br /&gt;so parents who are reading this. lets try to understand that things aren't always the way they seem&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes things that teenagers do such as pooling, or blogging, or hanging out with frenz &lt;br /&gt;has a purpose okay. &lt;br /&gt;pooling is improving our angling skills. makes us better physic-ians&lt;br /&gt;blogging allows us to express ourselves rather than keeping everything inside&lt;br /&gt;ITS HEALTHY and relieves STRESS&lt;br /&gt;and and sometimes, we just need frenz to hang out with okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright enough enough &lt;br /&gt;sherilyn is super funny in class. &lt;br /&gt;singing along with the song on her blog. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114828663190041583?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114828663190041583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114828663190041583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114828663190041583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114828663190041583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/mondays-were-suppose-to-be-not-that_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114828663062618094</id><published>2006-05-22T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:30:30.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mondays were suppose to be not that bad, &lt;br /&gt;MY monday was kinda sucky today. this week&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cos someone took my key. &lt;br /&gt;and i was locked IN the house. &lt;br /&gt;how stuupid is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early and was doing my journals. &lt;br /&gt;journals are difficult to do okay. &lt;br /&gt;i've thought of so many things to write about and it only is a part of my journal&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately for me, i stil have 3 and a half journals left to do.&lt;br /&gt;that is SUCKY. especially when i'm spending like so much time on it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos the thing is, i have to go online, research on companies and like quote stuff. &lt;br /&gt;real substantiated stuff.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm doing extra la. but. oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i was going leave the house already.&lt;br /&gt;looked at the hook thingy and didn't see my key.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK?!?!&lt;br /&gt;went to my room to search through all my bags &lt;br /&gt;and then valerie's bags &lt;br /&gt;NO KEY&lt;br /&gt;luckily mummy came back and saved me. &lt;br /&gt;felt so horrid la&lt;br /&gt;my whole day ruined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the stuupid lady at the photo shop made me wait so long&lt;br /&gt;reached school 5 minutes late&lt;br /&gt;gahh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. the interviews yesterday went quite well&lt;br /&gt;interviewed all 5 going on the trip and pastor simon.&lt;br /&gt;pamela peter and ben's interviews were very useful.&lt;br /&gt;unlike ANDY &lt;br /&gt;who gave me dumb answers like "cos its mission impossible and i wanna be like tom cruise."&lt;br /&gt;like. what the heck la! &lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh but overall, pastor's was the best. haha&lt;br /&gt;i had to write ultra fast!&lt;br /&gt;but it gavve me alot of information and stuff i could write. &lt;br /&gt;so here's a BIG thank you to everyone i interviewed yeah?&lt;br /&gt;even though there were crappy ones! haha i had fun feeling like a journalist for the day. lol&lt;br /&gt;and peter, the picture on your blog looks dumb! &lt;br /&gt;so not professional okay!&lt;br /&gt;unlike the ones i took of you acting cute. &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 4.17 now. &lt;br /&gt;have more ess gra till 6. &lt;br /&gt;then its DRAGONBOAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people wonder why i join dragonboat.&lt;br /&gt;itss basically for the sake of keeping fit&lt;br /&gt;yees i know i can join other stuf like production stuf to help me know more on what im doing&lt;br /&gt;BUT that doesn't keep me fit&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, &lt;br /&gt;i've been dreaming of joining dragonboat since after sec school!&lt;br /&gt;so its like fulfillng my dream okay. &lt;br /&gt;so stop asking me to quit.&lt;br /&gt;cos i already said, if i can't pass the time trials. then its a no dragonboat for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i love sundays.&lt;br /&gt;i love pooling&lt;br /&gt;i haven't pool-ed for more than a week!!!&lt;br /&gt;stuupid yuxuan got to pool like 4 times last week.&lt;br /&gt;idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does the flu not strike tp?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;okay now im being bad. &lt;br /&gt;OH WELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's enough blogging for now.&lt;br /&gt;since i can't blog at home, &lt;br /&gt;it's like a NONO now. &lt;br /&gt;so is pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with pooling?&lt;br /&gt;why does parents always think that pooling is a BAD thing?&lt;br /&gt;cos the media always depicts pool-ing girls and guys as those slutty super short shorts girls and bad biker dudes?&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;what we see on tv isn't always accurate okay&lt;br /&gt;there's a word  called exaggeration!&lt;br /&gt;so parents who are reading this. lets try to understand that things aren't always the way they seem&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes things that teenagers do such as pooling, or blogging, or hanging out with frenz &lt;br /&gt;has a purpose okay. &lt;br /&gt;pooling is improving our angling skills. makes us better physic-ians&lt;br /&gt;blogging allows us to express ourselves rather than keeping everything inside&lt;br /&gt;ITS HEALTHY and relieves STRESS&lt;br /&gt;and and sometimes, we just need frenz to hang out with okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright enough enough &lt;br /&gt;sherilyn is super funny in class. &lt;br /&gt;singing along with the song on her blog. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114828663062618094?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114828663062618094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114828663062618094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114828663062618094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114828663062618094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/mondays-were-suppose-to-be-not-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114822917580762544</id><published>2006-05-22T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:32:55.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the mixed feelings&lt;br /&gt;the grrr and the *sigh&lt;br /&gt;the smile and the tears&lt;br /&gt;the hugs and the fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all sums up into one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww i sound so cliche&lt;br /&gt;so sentimental&lt;br /&gt;so touchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stil not done with journals.&lt;br /&gt;but am very happy with what i've done so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sundays.&lt;br /&gt;and don't mind mondays.&lt;br /&gt;cos its essgra and mr kenny yong!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;when tuesday comes. my world goes down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely cannot stand the stuuup 4 hour long gdf tutorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Before I ever called YOUR name YOU gave YOUR life for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jesus I adore YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I never wanna lose sight of YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114822917580762544?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114822917580762544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114822917580762544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114822917580762544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114822917580762544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/mixed-feelings-grrr-and-sigh-smile-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114817090829804141</id><published>2006-05-21T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T08:21:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im blogging at 7.30am!&lt;br /&gt;and guess what time i woke up?&lt;br /&gt;6.20 am okay!!&lt;br /&gt;and its not even a school day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to get the questions i came up with on my J1 proposal.&lt;br /&gt;going to interview the few special people going on the DREAM trip&lt;br /&gt;and also pastor.&lt;br /&gt;but it feels weird la. the questions i ask are like so duh! but i have to quote people and stuf. so.. oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to look for a blogskin ya know.&lt;br /&gt;can't find any good ones.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad i finally got my logo done.&lt;br /&gt;and i reckon it looks good too. considering the fact that its the first time im doing some dumb creative thingy that i thought of from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;and i used photoshop not illustrator! which i found ultra hard to do la!&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just lousy.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;cos i spent like half an hour trying to figure out how to resize and tranform the image thing.&lt;br /&gt;then joram comes along and goes click click&lt;br /&gt;me: jaw drops. stunned.&lt;br /&gt;wahlau!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so much time wasted man.&lt;br /&gt;me and my ego. ahaha trying to get things done myself.&lt;br /&gt;yes 'photoshop shifu'. happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna change my blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random recap of the days since i blogged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beefmozzatofu- love love love. also means that my reservoir run is useless.&lt;br /&gt;j1 lectures absolute bores me to death. and its 2 shocking hours okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now im turned off&lt;br /&gt;no more blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you even listen to what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking you're always right cos you're not&lt;br /&gt;one thing in front of others&lt;br /&gt;a monster when its just you&lt;br /&gt;im so sick of this okay&lt;br /&gt;seriously you're making me wish im on my own&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for myself to turn 21 or something&lt;br /&gt;always make use of your rides to talk big&lt;br /&gt;i don need&lt;br /&gt;you can jolly well stop offering your rides.&lt;br /&gt;I buy my own bus pass.&lt;br /&gt;i can take sbs an collect more e-tokens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about rude.&lt;br /&gt;look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make things sound so easy&lt;br /&gt;you think you know it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk a mile in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;you'll probably fall exhausted one third of the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114817090829804141?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114817090829804141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114817090829804141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114817090829804141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114817090829804141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114788739073902077</id><published>2006-05-18T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:36:30.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should be doing my marketing journal right now, but am tempted to blog first&lt;br /&gt;and until i finish blogging, im not satisfied and my brain cannot function properly.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, im here to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired now&lt;br /&gt;my eyelids are like begging me to let them relax.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well&lt;br /&gt;i shall just pop a cherry ripe bar into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;ignoring the fact that its already 12.49am&lt;br /&gt;there goes my 4.8km run today&lt;br /&gt;aw shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;training today was super fun la!&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that i was almost late, almost missed the reservoir run&lt;br /&gt;whew!&lt;br /&gt;but yeah we ran round the whole reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, it wasn't as tough as i expected.&lt;br /&gt;cos on monday, the girls from the other group told us their run was super tiring&lt;br /&gt;super fast and all that stuf&lt;br /&gt;but it was not!&lt;br /&gt;majority of us finished 4.8 in like 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;thats not very good though&lt;br /&gt;cos if you base 2.4 on that timing,&lt;br /&gt;it would be like 15 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;siao! 15 minutes for 2.4&lt;br /&gt;madness&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the run we did pull ups and pumping&lt;br /&gt;finding it easier to do pull ups now.&lt;br /&gt;still need support though&lt;br /&gt;but i can like pull myself up a few cms laaa&lt;br /&gt;its good enough for now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that did killer circuits.&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of BURPIES, squats, side twist, and sit ups&lt;br /&gt;i don like burpies la!!!!&lt;br /&gt;can die doing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and!!!&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely loathe stitches&lt;br /&gt;as in those you get when you just drank water or ate something and then you run or jump around&lt;br /&gt;i ALWAYS get them, should stop drinking so much water.&lt;br /&gt;so my shuttle run was super sucky&lt;br /&gt;ran like so slowly la.&lt;br /&gt;legs become jelly already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. highlight of today's training was captain's ball i guess&lt;br /&gt;or its supposed to be la&lt;br /&gt;i reckon it was a lousy game&lt;br /&gt;cos i was the goal catcher thingy&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it?! i was like the second tallest in my group.&lt;br /&gt;amazing!&lt;br /&gt;anyway. our group was leading at first&lt;br /&gt;like 3-0&lt;br /&gt;but then.&lt;br /&gt;i dono what happened, butter fingers got switched on&lt;br /&gt;and then our side kept losing the ball to the other group.&lt;br /&gt;and i was so so so so bored.&lt;br /&gt;luckily. the seniors came and took over me&lt;br /&gt;so i went attack&lt;br /&gt;wah lau nobody stay at our goalie place laaaa!&lt;br /&gt;how to play like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay i should stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;TEAMWORK!&lt;br /&gt;cannot blame anybody.&lt;br /&gt;and im not blaming anybody anyway.&lt;br /&gt;just complaining to myself.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;kk. obviously we lost.&lt;br /&gt;astonishing right.&lt;br /&gt;so sad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i conclude that&lt;br /&gt;i miss netball!&lt;br /&gt;with my people only&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i don play netball with positions and all.&lt;br /&gt;that's rubbish in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;our rule: anyhow! and only 2 from each side can enter the semicircle.&lt;br /&gt;great rules right!&lt;br /&gt;so we do attacking, defending AND shooting.&lt;br /&gt;wah. shiok.&lt;br /&gt;haha. girls girls girls.&lt;br /&gt;im rotting with no netball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i realised something.&lt;br /&gt;people always comment on us bloggers. or rather bloggers like me, who blog about my life and stuf&lt;br /&gt;like its so silly to blog about my life, what i did what i ate and stuf.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;for myself, i blog to release stress&lt;br /&gt;i blog to express myself&lt;br /&gt;i blog to remind myself of what i did and when.[i love reading my past entries okay]&lt;br /&gt;yes there are bloggers who blog about politics. or blog joke-y joke-y reads.&lt;br /&gt;yay them!&lt;br /&gt;they're doing a great job.&lt;br /&gt;but im not in favour of revolving your life around these kinda stuf. pressurising yourself to come up with food for thought&lt;br /&gt;cos when readers are intrigued, they want more. right?&lt;br /&gt;so. im just going to be myself, try to sound logical, deep, reflective, smart and whatever else at times. but stil blog in my own special way.&lt;br /&gt;that's what keeps you loyal readers coming back for more. agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand people who HAS to oppose every single thing&lt;br /&gt;i mean its okay if you make logical remarks or have facts and reasoning to support your claims&lt;br /&gt;BUT if you don't&lt;br /&gt;then stop attracting attention already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i just hate m1. no reason i just hate it! its the worse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;it doesn't take a genius to think of crashing a car into a building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;smart people will know what im talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so dead.&lt;br /&gt;1.23am and i stil haven't done my journal&lt;br /&gt;not that it has to be handed up tom, but i have 4 to do, AND i dumb crap logo to design!&lt;br /&gt;what the heck!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;im done with my entry today.&lt;br /&gt;said what i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait.&lt;br /&gt;vocal lesson rocked today&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;the song we sang was stupendously relevant&lt;br /&gt;i love taking time away from my dumb schedule and just spending time with the LORD&lt;br /&gt;stoppping to be reminded once again of His beauty. of His greatness. of His power.&lt;br /&gt;and when you're in the midst of crayz stressed people rushing deadlines and stuf, it's super nice when this things take place. and you just take the back seat and let God take control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. k enough!&lt;br /&gt;lemme at least do half of my journal before falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;bye sweets!(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114788739073902077?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114788739073902077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114788739073902077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114788739073902077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114788739073902077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-should-be-doing-my-marketing-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114776053662775700</id><published>2006-05-16T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:31:10.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've 2 free hours in school right now&lt;br /&gt;intend to get some work done. but i just can't&lt;br /&gt;for j1, i can't think of any story ideas.&lt;br /&gt;so i can't possibly start on a proposal.&lt;br /&gt;for the dumb logo crap&lt;br /&gt;i don't have enough creative juices flowing in my head right now so that's out too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just the location&lt;br /&gt;i can't do stuf in school&lt;br /&gt;but then again, maybe its not that.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just that stuuup GDesFund was the first tutorial today,&lt;br /&gt;and we had to do some dumb drawings, which i , incidentally, totally suck at&lt;br /&gt;and maybe that completely ruined my whole oh-yay-lets-do-the-whole-school-thing mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i just need to come online and blog abit about my so-far-horrid day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i woke up late too!&lt;br /&gt;luckily mummy was stil home.&lt;br /&gt;and she drove me to school.&lt;br /&gt;don't know if she was late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;its my mummy's birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;even though she'd never read this (i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;yuxuan's pooling now.&lt;br /&gt;lucky him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;how bout i try brainstorming ideaas on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;yay that sounds hopeful&lt;br /&gt;okay so the story can be on&lt;br /&gt;a) A person who has achieved something special/or unique in some way&lt;br /&gt;b)A trend you spot&lt;br /&gt;c)An unusual/interesting event/product/situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'll try thinking of an idea for EACH topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) a person who has achieved something special or is unique.&lt;br /&gt;how bout i write bout myself? i've achieved an eye-catching intriguing pimple on my nose! HAH! not many people get to achieve THAT you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay crap. how bout i write bout....&lt;br /&gt;nah i can't think of anybody right now. next topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)a trend i spot.&lt;br /&gt;erm?&lt;br /&gt;let's see..&lt;br /&gt;colin and kero?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. everyone's talking bout them now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)interesting event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missions trip?&lt;br /&gt;den i can interview pastor and those few going.&lt;br /&gt;does it sound interesting people?&lt;br /&gt;then the angle of the story shall be..... what?&lt;br /&gt;something along the line of dunamis rock youths going for missions trip on a yearly basis&lt;br /&gt;and pay for their own trips and stuf too.&lt;br /&gt;is that a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;okay set&lt;br /&gt;i'll do on that!&lt;br /&gt;okay so this sunday i must do some work already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright!!!!&lt;br /&gt;this online session i have totally perked me up&lt;br /&gt;blogging totally helps, cos now i've got a story idea and can start doing my proposal&lt;br /&gt;AND i've got absolutely fantabulously ultra coolio crap-filled friends who just brightens up my day&lt;br /&gt;its like i'm in a box okay.&lt;br /&gt;then this crayz people,&lt;br /&gt;namely aaron, ronald, peter comes along and poke holes in the box.&lt;br /&gt;then light comes shining through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was a bad.... thingy ma jiggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'll go off now that i've got an idea and now that im feeling so much better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS to aaron and ronald and peter again!!!! (even though all peter did was update his blog)&lt;br /&gt;im so honoured to have good good pals like you all! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;happy queenJANINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114776053662775700?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114776053662775700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114776053662775700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114776053662775700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114776053662775700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-2-free-hours-in-school-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114771520829851600</id><published>2006-05-16T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:46:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its only monday.&lt;br /&gt;and im feeling the tension&lt;br /&gt;lets fast forward the week till its sunday again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got assignments to rush&lt;br /&gt;proposals to finish.&lt;br /&gt;SOSOSO much stuuup research to do.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not even halfway there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really need something off my schedule&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is, they are all commitments&lt;br /&gt;i can't possibly back out on any of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for dragonboat.&lt;br /&gt;i know everyone stun shocked bewildered that i joined dragonboat&lt;br /&gt;oh wow! surprise surprise!&lt;br /&gt;valerie isn't the only sporty one in the family okay.&lt;br /&gt;now you know.&lt;br /&gt;but but. im gonna decide whether or not to stay on in db based on the time trials&lt;br /&gt;if i make it yay!&lt;br /&gt;if i don, den its not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sick of your antics.&lt;br /&gt;just watching you makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;(at times)&lt;br /&gt;always having things your way.&lt;br /&gt;you think everyone HAS to give in to you&lt;br /&gt;well wake up!&lt;br /&gt;when you meet the world outside&lt;br /&gt;you're in for a huge surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gets mac for dinner&lt;br /&gt;i get a measly leftover piece of spring-hardened chicken&lt;br /&gt;she gets away with slamming the door&lt;br /&gt;i get blamed for causing her to slam the door&lt;br /&gt;she gets extra attention&lt;br /&gt;im expected to give her that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its called love your neighbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;when everything starts CRASHING DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;when all i know falls to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;when darkness comes and i can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;YOU'RE always there to RESCUE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He's all that keeps me hanging on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114771520829851600?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114760094574263949</id><published>2006-05-14T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:02:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyheyhey people!&lt;br /&gt;im blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;aren't you all oh so happy? haha whatever right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-&lt;br /&gt;went meet grace early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;went shopping for step's present&lt;br /&gt;SOSOSO hard to find la!&lt;br /&gt;STEP&lt;br /&gt;you better be so happy with your present okay&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see you wearing it in campus.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but we had fun la. walking around looking for the suitable thing to buy for her.&lt;br /&gt;after that went to meet joram and the rest&lt;br /&gt;and they made me WAIT for more than TWENTY minutes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;in cathay somemore. where there was NOTHING for me to look at.&lt;br /&gt;NOWHERE for me to sit, besides the stupid steps outside the entrance of cathay.&lt;br /&gt;so not gentleman. tsk&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! grace also accompanied me to look for justus' present [which JORAM was suppoed to get]&lt;br /&gt;but i eventually found something i tot would look cute on him.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. eventually we finally got to justus' party.&lt;br /&gt;and i had the honour of making banana milkshake[or rather smoothie] for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone said its nice except my own sister.&lt;br /&gt;expected la. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went pooling at paradiz there after that.&lt;br /&gt;played many many rounds&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;br /&gt;me and jerome beat ben and peter!&lt;br /&gt;pro right? super funny&lt;br /&gt;like we suddenly switched roles or something.&lt;br /&gt;and jonathan and frenz super pro la&lt;br /&gt;i played with them. but didn't need to do anyhting AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;and we stil won. haha we as in yekai and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played til eleven plus den ben sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;so fun man. pooling spree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;went chinese service to look after the kids&lt;br /&gt;terror man.&lt;br /&gt;all kept insisting they wanted to go down to the 3rd lvl to find their parents and eat sushi&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;but but elza [i think thats how you spell it] super cute.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;she so gentle la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i faster zhao&lt;br /&gt;go meet grace at tanahmerah mrt&lt;br /&gt;went changi&lt;br /&gt;the rest came and we went to popeye's&lt;br /&gt;and found out that they had no fish items.&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU!!!&lt;br /&gt;i went all the way to airport FOR THE FISH&lt;br /&gt;and they tell me don have&lt;br /&gt;i so not happy.&lt;br /&gt;but but we all shared the chicken set thingy&lt;br /&gt;and it wasn't bad la.&lt;br /&gt;haha we had fun catching up with them&lt;br /&gt;except huiwen seemed super down&lt;br /&gt;and couldn't do anything to get her high and stuf.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;step looked good in the top we got her&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to grace's and my good taaste la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went tampines pool&lt;br /&gt;only me and grace pooled cos the rest were too lazy&lt;br /&gt;im hoooked on pooling&lt;br /&gt;people go pooling must jio me alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today went church. and had ALOT of snacks&lt;br /&gt;im gonna grow FAT&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then now blogging on jerome's com&lt;br /&gt;playing with zoe.haha&lt;br /&gt;she super cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH!&lt;br /&gt;this whole weekend, the spotlight has been on my cute lil pimple on the tip of my nose&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i must give some credit to it&lt;br /&gt;so there!&lt;br /&gt;pimples are part of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;so queenJANINE is growing up!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all folks..&lt;br /&gt;that's the end of my super cool pool-filled long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;the stuup week gonna start again. and work's gonna pile up AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;not that i've done much but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;will blog as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll all miss me right?&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you all too.&lt;br /&gt;so ultra much&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss grace and co. all over again.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss everyone in church&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna miss coming online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;queenJANINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114760094574263949?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114760094574263949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>fours letters to sum up the week (so far)&lt;br /&gt;TGIF/T (cos its a public hol tom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my knees are sore.&lt;br /&gt;every single joint that reacts when my arms move the slightest bit aches&lt;br /&gt;i'm so super busy every single day, so much so that i DON'T even have the time to go return my super overdue library books&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i didn't even manage to actually finish reading them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's been fun. crayz. and everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen so many more holy high peeps on campus&lt;br /&gt;let's see. there's&lt;br /&gt;nicholas, junlin, yonglin, puayboon, mengyan, serena, minsong&lt;br /&gt;and some other people i know by face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wayne kor is in tp toooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know until i saw him yesterday, during dragonboat training.&lt;br /&gt;when i saw him i was shocked and stunned&lt;br /&gt;wait. they mean the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;yeah well i gasped so loud and long. then started hyperventilating. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;but it was really a pleasant surprise seeing him then.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, he's joining dance.&lt;br /&gt;im sure he's gonna hold a post or something later on.&lt;br /&gt;and when he starts shining in tp, i can proudly say&lt;br /&gt;'see that guy, that's my kor kor!'&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i'm starting to get a hang of poly life and everything&lt;br /&gt;finally beginning to understand stuff.&lt;br /&gt;now that i know what lauly is saying in her lectures, i find marketing quite interesting!&lt;br /&gt;the WORST thus far is graphic design fundamentals&lt;br /&gt;the lectures are BORING&lt;br /&gt;and the tutorials are so much WORSE&lt;br /&gt;luckily she always gives us a break in between.&lt;br /&gt; if not, i'll just die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs nah is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;and i find it interesting that she can relate to us, despite her being old enough to be our mother.&lt;br /&gt;and it's so clearly that she doesn't enjoy entertaining people who are over inquisitive.&lt;br /&gt;the same way we don't enjoy listening to some smart alec droning on and on about smart alec-y stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said that poly is for slackers should be shot&lt;br /&gt;only what? 3 weeks into poly and i'm barely hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cos of the crayz CCA i chose.&lt;br /&gt;but joram's tired too. so that's not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;cos now, i can't work as much as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;that's cos:&lt;br /&gt;Mon- db till 9&lt;br /&gt;Tues-most prolly tuition&lt;br /&gt;Wed-db till 9&lt;br /&gt;Thurs- most prolly tuition&lt;br /&gt;Fri- either free or small group leader training&lt;br /&gt;Sat- hopefully free&lt;br /&gt;Sun- whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so days for myself comes down to only 2 and that's at most.&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to do my assignments?&lt;br /&gt;how do i even start revising?&lt;br /&gt;and i won't have the time to hang out with grace and co or JARLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice that in my week's schedule i never included spinelli&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i'd have time for that now.&lt;br /&gt;which is super sad&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm gonna have less income&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid monthly concession for bus is a whooping 52 buckaroos&lt;br /&gt;there's still the train rides which are not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of going to banquet after my spinelli contract ends.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's more flexible. and its good money too!&lt;br /&gt;shall discuss this with grace tom.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;im going out with grace and, tentatively, co.&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna shop for presents.&lt;br /&gt;and of course catch up with each other and all the other things girls do.&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is i'm missing out on a JARLZ reunion at abriel's place&lt;br /&gt;not because of the outing with grace, but because they informed me too late&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;that's so sad ya.&lt;br /&gt;no swimming and crapping in the pool&lt;br /&gt;no sauna&lt;br /&gt;no watching abriel making a fool of himself. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i ever cultivate friendships as close as the ones i have with these wacky people?&lt;br /&gt;right now, besides crapping and laughing, there are awkward silences and it just doesn't feel right&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i wonder, how did i ever get THAT close to JARLZ?&lt;br /&gt;grace and co. is understandable, cos i saw them every single day in the last 2 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;but JARLZ. we hardly meet up much. i mean i hardly meet up much with them&lt;br /&gt;YET i feel at ease. i feel family. i feel myself&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cos of lalahojiale. and zoehoxiujin&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. but then its also cos of yeojiezhironald&lt;br /&gt;our personal portable cupboard since sec 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off now. don't know when i'd be back&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;does anyone have any idea what i can get to protect my knees from the horrendous hurtful ground on tp for the time being until i start doing standard pumping?&lt;br /&gt;save my knees! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ciao (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queenJANINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114736720337658320?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114736720337658320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114736720337658320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114736720337658320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114736720337658320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/fours-letters-to-sum-up-week-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114676488381903808</id><published>2006-05-05T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T01:48:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people.&lt;br /&gt;today was kind of a stuup day&lt;br /&gt;i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so super irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i mean school was fine.&lt;br /&gt;its the after school part which completely blew me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to work.&lt;br /&gt;on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;phone call.&lt;br /&gt;stress&lt;br /&gt;gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i can't say much on my blog&lt;br /&gt;that's the irritating thing.&lt;br /&gt;cos i know who my readers are.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't say some stuf.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;it's over, thankfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to zoe's just now&lt;br /&gt;got a cake from aaronlin&lt;br /&gt;chocolate overload!&lt;br /&gt;but its good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;didn't know how to comfort.&lt;br /&gt;didn't what to say&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;the hug made up for everything.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i needed that hug too&lt;br /&gt;that hug represented JARLZ and grace and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;just stirred up the 'guys are idiots' mentality in me too&lt;br /&gt;don't think you can have your cake and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so sick of trying&lt;br /&gt;just a front you're putting up&lt;br /&gt;why do i even care?&lt;br /&gt;past tense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can one dwell in the past&lt;br /&gt;when the past wasn't anything real&lt;br /&gt;anything concrete.&lt;br /&gt;i know!&lt;br /&gt;its the hope she dwells on&lt;br /&gt;the hope she carried then. and still carries now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a pack of lies&lt;br /&gt;or rather,&lt;br /&gt;they were lies manipulated and twisted to form 'truth'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DB training was fun&lt;br /&gt;i feel fit now.&lt;br /&gt;cos cos cos.&lt;br /&gt;even though i haven't exercised for like 5-6 months?&lt;br /&gt;my stamina is stil with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran around half of the reservoir. and back again&lt;br /&gt;at first when we just started, i felt abit achy alr.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, 'what the heck? so soon? nono cannot'&lt;br /&gt;then as i continued running, it just got easier and easier.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i wasn't out of breath or anything la!&lt;br /&gt;im so happy. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we did crunches and leg raise.. training the abs and thighs&lt;br /&gt;then was the pumping and jumping jacks and all that.&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh!!&lt;br /&gt;i did 3 pullups!&lt;br /&gt;like duh right. but but but. the senior who was supporting me said i have the strength!&lt;br /&gt;ai seh!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puay boon and raymond also went for db&lt;br /&gt;saw them doing pullups.&lt;br /&gt;so many sia!&lt;br /&gt;haha i stun&lt;br /&gt;but guys i guess.&lt;br /&gt;made for things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love db.&lt;br /&gt;hope i'll eventually get selected.&lt;br /&gt;its all in the mind!&lt;br /&gt;and i have will power okay!&lt;br /&gt;hear me roar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh!&lt;br /&gt;i've been running after buses for 3 consecutive days&lt;br /&gt;magnific isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;every single time i cross that cross junction, i'll have to look out for 72.&lt;br /&gt;if its stil quite far away, i'll walk straight down.&lt;br /&gt;if the bus is like already at THAT bus stop, i'll RUNNNN all the way to the hougang point bus stop&lt;br /&gt;THANKFULLY the bus drivers all wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;not like some who will just pretend they didn't see and drive away.&lt;br /&gt;tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! i didn't say right?&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday's vocal lesson was super good for me.&lt;br /&gt;His presence was so real, so tangible, so obvious,&lt;br /&gt;and i really neeeded it.&lt;br /&gt;after not attending youth on sunday,&lt;br /&gt;after the long days in school,&lt;br /&gt;after feeling so crap,&lt;br /&gt;i really needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LORD!&lt;br /&gt;and i lift my voice&lt;br /&gt;to worship YOU&lt;br /&gt;oh my soul, rejoice&lt;br /&gt;take joy MY KING&lt;br /&gt;in what you hear&lt;br /&gt;MAY IT BE A SWEET SWEET SOUND IN YOUR EARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i sound like crap la.&lt;br /&gt;but then JESUS loves it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;so phfftt!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/PICT2682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/PICT2682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just saw ram's blog.&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of my dear joe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! jack helping me with the washing. so SWEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/IMG_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/IMG_0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days at BK before they went bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;SEE my mind map!! so nice right?&lt;br /&gt;i miss studying! haha&lt;br /&gt;ronald ronald ronald!&lt;br /&gt;we go study one day.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT~&lt;br /&gt;thats it for today.&lt;br /&gt;got leader training tom! yay. haha&lt;br /&gt;crayz im high already.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS RULE&lt;br /&gt;BOYS DROOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114676488381903808?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114676488381903808/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;heh. okok continue my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i? the snapple bottle caps right!&lt;br /&gt;haha i can rmb a few of the facts okay!&lt;br /&gt;erm erm&lt;br /&gt;'mosquitoes are more attracted to people who just ate bananas.'&lt;br /&gt;'fish can drown'&lt;br /&gt;and some other stuf la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that i finally put away the bottle caps.&lt;br /&gt;actually AUGUSTINE wanted to donate some extras to me.&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot bout it. so.. oh well!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau. i'm sick of typing your name in caps la augustine.&lt;br /&gt;its just bud from this sentence onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then people started caming i think.&lt;br /&gt;aaron and jinshen.&lt;br /&gt;finally i had people to talk to!&lt;br /&gt;haha. quite fun to talk with la. just crapping and stuf&lt;br /&gt;den after that they went to start the fire.&lt;br /&gt;very funny watching guys clueless-ing on starting fire.&lt;br /&gt;the charcoal all red alr. they stil fanning.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i was eye power-ing so can't say much la.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then people started to stream in&lt;br /&gt;and it was eating, chatting and stuf.&lt;br /&gt;i felt super odd la really.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;cos the girls they were all from SAC.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm like totally clueless bout what they were chatting bout.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time la.&lt;br /&gt;but they were nice, trying to include me in the conversations and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. had some sing-a-long [as sherilyn puts it] thingy.&lt;br /&gt;bud and another guy played the guitar while the rest of the guys sang songs&lt;br /&gt;and they sang wonderful tonight la!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually left his place at around 11.&lt;br /&gt;went to take bus 43&lt;br /&gt;1 hour journey.&lt;br /&gt;stuup la.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but i had grace to accompany me for 2o minutes of it.&lt;br /&gt;chat with her on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised something.&lt;br /&gt;you know. when you're like feeling down and stuf.&lt;br /&gt;and need someone to talk to. sometimes, NOBODY in your whole contacts is call-able&lt;br /&gt;that's quite sad la.&lt;br /&gt;but lucky i had grace. too bad only for 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im talking absolut crap now&lt;br /&gt;but. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;on my way home,listened to mp3&lt;br /&gt;and AGAIN. relientk struck me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah i dono what to blog bout ready.&lt;br /&gt;i have pictures actually.&lt;br /&gt;but lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;another time bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday monday monday!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GOD it was a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;if not i would have died.&lt;br /&gt;went joram's place after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;bri went swimming. belle played maple.&lt;br /&gt;i watched ram play his xbox.&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep la!&lt;br /&gt;then later we went to meet aaron at orchard for movie&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to watch the stuuup fake madaagascar movie.&lt;br /&gt;lucky we decided on 16 blocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. the tofu thingy at TCC is GOOD&lt;br /&gt;its like a healthier lasagne!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE LOVE LOVE the cheese man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the day out with aaron and joram was so..&lt;br /&gt;how do you say..&lt;br /&gt;let's just say i really needed it&lt;br /&gt;needed sometime with people i'm familiar and comfortable around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously miss sec school&lt;br /&gt;i MISS MISS MISS grace and co&lt;br /&gt;i MISS MISS MISS the simplest thing like going for recess with them&lt;br /&gt;i miss netballing&lt;br /&gt;i miss benazir's grandma's stall food.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the sec 4 feeling la!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss lalahojiale&lt;br /&gt;i miss zoehoxiujin&lt;br /&gt;i miss ronald and joel and abriel&lt;br /&gt;i miss going over to abriel's place to swim and pool&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so 16 blocks was quite a cool movie&lt;br /&gt;interesting plot la.&lt;br /&gt;the guy who was supposed to testify super funny.&lt;br /&gt;as in cute kinda funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;long day man.&lt;br /&gt;stuup 4 hour tutorial&lt;br /&gt;lucky we had that break.&lt;br /&gt;that was the happiest time of my day&lt;br /&gt;cos i went high&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APEL was okay.&lt;br /&gt;poly version of CME la.&lt;br /&gt;but stil hafta do rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mkting was quite interesting today&lt;br /&gt;at least im beginning to understand it a lil more&lt;br /&gt;the first lecture i was totally spaced la&lt;br /&gt;no idea of what she was talking.&lt;br /&gt;and asher is a super GOOD debater&lt;br /&gt;wah lau!&lt;br /&gt;i like has so many facts and general knowledge at the back of his head la!&lt;br /&gt;he just paced back and forth and voila!&lt;br /&gt;a whole string of facts come spewing out.&lt;br /&gt;with conviction too!&lt;br /&gt;wah seh. stylo mylo leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the day is over.&lt;br /&gt;went dinner with a bunch of them&lt;br /&gt;quite awkward for a while. ahha&lt;br /&gt;not say awkward la. but just not the kinda dinner grace and co or JARLZ would have&lt;br /&gt;lol. okay i seriously am blur now. typing so messily&lt;br /&gt;no organisation at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom! got tutorials from 9 to 1 i think&lt;br /&gt;gonna meet step in the morning hopefully&lt;br /&gt;haha get red house tee from her&lt;br /&gt;got vocals at 3.45 to 4.45&lt;br /&gt;den hafta rush back to tp for db training.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be dead tired&lt;br /&gt;but im loving it!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh you know something?&lt;br /&gt;i saw junlin today!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and i saw ethel and alot others&lt;br /&gt;heh. im so happy when i see holy high peeps&lt;br /&gt;cos they make me smile.&lt;br /&gt; i dono why. but they just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand feeling the way i feel.&lt;br /&gt;its all gone&lt;br /&gt;yet still existing&lt;br /&gt;like a bug which doesn't die under the shoe&lt;br /&gt;because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE LOVELIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114658393786279309?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114658393786279309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114658393786279309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114658393786279309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114658393786279309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-im-back-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114649892666915200</id><published>2006-05-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:55:26.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and today had their ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;and was super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bUT BUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;DB is super fun!&lt;br /&gt;i got so darn high during orientation.&lt;br /&gt;haven't went that high in a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;esp when we were playing the games. and when we were rowing.&lt;br /&gt;wah shiok.&lt;br /&gt;and the seniors are rather cute.&lt;br /&gt;some of them&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;eugene is one. the guy who played games with us.&lt;br /&gt;but. aiyah. not much la.&lt;br /&gt;quite disappointing. LOL&lt;br /&gt;oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made quite a few new frenz.&lt;br /&gt;like isabel, xin mei, hui zhen. all from engine school&lt;br /&gt;oh guess wat! i met them outside aljunied mrt station&lt;br /&gt;i saw red tees so asked them if they were going&lt;br /&gt;then they said yes. so i tagged along them lor&lt;br /&gt;heh. quite fun people.&lt;br /&gt;wacked out and easy, relaxing to be around.&lt;br /&gt;i love db already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then after db, went to change and clean up and all that.&lt;br /&gt;had like 2 hours before AUGUSTINE'S birthday thing&lt;br /&gt;i thought of going some aircon place to sit sit first.&lt;br /&gt;but AUGUSTINE kindly invited me to go over earlier.&lt;br /&gt;haha so i went&lt;br /&gt;and took quite some time finding his place&lt;br /&gt;oh. he LOUSY at giving directions.&lt;br /&gt;his 'walk straight' is minus the turns here and there.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. stuup idiot la.&lt;br /&gt;so finally reached.&lt;br /&gt;his house is nice..&lt;br /&gt;saw his doggy.&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of happy, zoe's dog.&lt;br /&gt;then met his dad. funny guy. lol&lt;br /&gt;his room is rather neat for a guy. have stuf here and there. but still quite neat la. compared to my room.&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and AUGUSTINE has ALOT of snapple bottle caps!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the most fascinating thing.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i started reading them. ONE BY ONE&lt;br /&gt;then arranged them in order.&lt;br /&gt;then counted them and all that stuf&lt;br /&gt;BUT i sorta lost count half way&lt;br /&gt;so its around.. 126 136 or 146&lt;br /&gt;but i think it should be 146 la&lt;br /&gt;[obviously AUGUSTINE asked me to say that]&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay guess what!&lt;br /&gt;i can't blog any further now. i'll edit this tom&lt;br /&gt;cos now i hafta go tutor my sis A maths.&lt;br /&gt;not my forte but oh well&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i have tutorial at NINE tom.&lt;br /&gt;yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114649892666915200?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114649892666915200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114649892666915200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114649892666915200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114649892666915200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-ho-yesterday-and-today-had-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114633366309441624</id><published>2006-04-30T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T02:01:03.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 1.20 am already but i have got to tell you what a great day i had at work today&lt;br /&gt;minus the minor injuries here and there&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stupidly almost scalded my fingers twice.&lt;br /&gt;stupid expresso machine.&lt;br /&gt;and then while washing the fetco. i hit my finger against the tap head and my skin fell off.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so super pain now when i bathe.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but!&lt;br /&gt;after work was best!&lt;br /&gt;as in after we finsihed closing and everything.&lt;br /&gt;then aslam came. i think he had some paper work to do.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;he bought macs for me and wendy!!&lt;br /&gt;gahh! so nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok. he may be an irritant sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but he is super nice. and not selfish.&lt;br /&gt;he even gave us a 5 doller spin voucher each the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;was superbly tired on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to give a lady my seat. but i was so tired. and anyway people got off at the next stop so she had her seat!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to my mp3&lt;br /&gt;den relientk's let it all out came on.&lt;br /&gt;the song just ministered to me soso much at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;even though i've heard it so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;i was on the verge of tearing la. so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so inconsistent now.&lt;br /&gt;the way im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;its like.&lt;br /&gt;i'll feel crap. then i'll remember that my God is an awesome God.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;but then when i think bout stuff again.&lt;br /&gt;then it goes back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to do great things for Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah&lt;br /&gt;enough!&lt;br /&gt;i got to end this entry quick.&lt;br /&gt;or else tom db orientation sure fainted.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited la!&lt;br /&gt;hope it turns out the way i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;and that equals to a whole load of fun!&lt;br /&gt;will get to go CRAYZ with huang again.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i think that happened was.. erm.&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 camp? hahaha. endurers oei!&lt;br /&gt;huanghuang!!!! lets show them holy high style yeah? haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay. im so crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey to all you people who are reading this,&lt;br /&gt;you are loved! by queenJANINE.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i really love that people are reading my blog and appreciate me.&lt;br /&gt;[taking the chance to be bhb abit hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;like my MONKEY. and grace.&lt;br /&gt;and sickening deb and step who are SILENT readers.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER tag me!!!! esp step. i don think you have ever tagged me before HOR?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna immerse myself in the world of just me and my gurlies.&lt;br /&gt;just hang out. be crayz. like the old days.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;its been like how many months since we netballed.&lt;br /&gt;how many weeks since we last towned.&lt;br /&gt;now its always pooling.&lt;br /&gt;well almost. haha.&lt;br /&gt;let's spend QUALITY time together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is plain weird la.&lt;br /&gt;i went from&lt;br /&gt;yay work!&lt;br /&gt;to serious serious&lt;br /&gt;then to reminiscent.&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well&lt;br /&gt;JANINE is still JANINE&lt;br /&gt;so love her the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/DSC00303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/DSC00303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I LOVE CAVEN CHONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sweet lil mushroom head.&lt;br /&gt;haha. miss him so!&lt;br /&gt;oh. unedited pic.&lt;br /&gt;still looks great right?&lt;br /&gt;cos 2 fascinating peeps are in it!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114633366309441624?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114633366309441624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114633366309441624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114633366309441624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114633366309441624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114624116316916489</id><published>2006-04-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:21:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY people.&lt;br /&gt;a whole week of lectures is over.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. something so wrong is happening.&lt;br /&gt;but yet there's not much we can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;cos we don't know what we should do about it.&lt;br /&gt;and its just frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;its like having a thorn stuck in your skin, but you can't do anything to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;you know what that feels like&lt;br /&gt;what a dilemna it is.&lt;br /&gt;you feel like just plunging in and gripping the thorn firm and pulling it out.&lt;br /&gt;yet that could inject venom from the thorn into the inside, making things so much worse&lt;br /&gt;but if you slowly take time to decide on how the thorn should be removed,&lt;br /&gt;venom would have travelled into the inside a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;chim crap.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. tough stuff aside yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on a pooling spree today.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;pooled with sherilyn, augustine and co. and den grace and co minus steppy&lt;br /&gt;she had htm orientation till late.&lt;br /&gt;or so it seemed. haha she still zao-ed and went watch movie in the end. naughty girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so sian now.&lt;br /&gt;realise how super fast people change&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. not gonna comment about it&lt;br /&gt;but i just look back and wonder in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;how one person can be so different or rather act so differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling kinda sad that im gonna miss youth this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk. need to share. need to focus.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. shake off the bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ya! i must blog about how sherilyn augustine and aaron waited with me for my train&lt;br /&gt;so honoured! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/handyrd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/handyrd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this awesome picture&lt;br /&gt;who's idea was it?&lt;br /&gt;MINE!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was taken quite long ago la.&lt;br /&gt;when me yuxuan ron and joel went to watch ice age 2&lt;br /&gt;at THE cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those hands belong to me, yuxuan and joel&lt;br /&gt;so of course ron was the one taking the picture.&lt;br /&gt;so cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems so fragmented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/janine!1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/janine%211.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just did some random stuff with picasa.&lt;br /&gt;so cool la!&lt;br /&gt;i just anyhow clicked this and that and then voila!&lt;br /&gt;see.&lt;br /&gt;i look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;with or without specs.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! just remembered.&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to take some pictures of fellow classmates so i can upload them here.&lt;br /&gt;i even brought my cam. but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. the things time does to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/1600/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2676/646/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;GRACE LIM XIAO TIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;here's a super good looking collage i just made out of the pics we took during ny days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wah. miss those days man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;look at the number of pics we took. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that's not all okay. i got aLOT more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;let's hang out even though we're in different places now okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay. my blog is so nice nice now. i can stop here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;toodles my sweets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOVE LOVE queenJANINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114624116316916489?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114624116316916489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114624116316916489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114624116316916489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114624116316916489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114615706365529464</id><published>2006-04-28T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:57:43.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EH people!&lt;br /&gt;i just KNOW that you all miss me right?&lt;br /&gt;after my sudden disappearance yesterday without ending my entry properly.&lt;br /&gt;you must have flipped!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madness!&lt;br /&gt;i'm sososo tired today la!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wake up at 7&lt;br /&gt;sickening phone kept ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ello?'&lt;br /&gt;'girl ah! faster wake up already ah! raining leh! takes longer time to go school!'&lt;br /&gt;'orh'&lt;br /&gt;'wake up ah!!'&lt;br /&gt;'orh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fainted.&lt;br /&gt;was getting ready and stuf.&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered im working today!&lt;br /&gt;wah lau!&lt;br /&gt;must change bag already.&lt;br /&gt;must bring change and apron.&lt;br /&gt;gahhh! i so don fell like working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school. met qian ru on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;wah her hair super havoc la.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but its so her.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecture was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;so many stuup things to laugh about&lt;br /&gt;lunched.&lt;br /&gt;went library with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know how to look/act/behave like freshies.&lt;br /&gt;go to the reference section and make alotta noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know something.&lt;br /&gt;i realised how important it is to not judge people.&lt;br /&gt;cos you turn around and realise how wrong you were.&lt;br /&gt;so if you're reading this and you're judging me,&lt;br /&gt;you're wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha siao liao&lt;br /&gt;im mad&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't been mad in a long long long time.&lt;br /&gt;okay not THAT long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why issit that everywhere i go, there's always someone to crap with me.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;see ah.&lt;br /&gt;holy high- erm countless la huh.&lt;br /&gt;church- also countless&lt;br /&gt;nyjc- gary! weilun! ziwei!&lt;br /&gt;now tp- my suanning bud! lol&lt;br /&gt;so crap man.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna drown in crappiness&lt;br /&gt;and that ain't a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when in doubt, start crapping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i better go off now.&lt;br /&gt;this entry wasn't a very fulfilling one. cos its just a whole load of crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;queenJANINE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114615706365529464?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114615706365529464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114615706365529464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114615706365529464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114615706365529464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/04/eh-people-i-just-know-that-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114606440276213736</id><published>2006-04-26T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:13:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm getting my lappie anytime soon and that is BAD!&lt;br /&gt;sigh oh well. nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so fed up with people telling me that i'm going the wrong way. wrong path&lt;br /&gt;blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;i know YOU think you are doing the right thing, trying to make sure i'm on the right oath.&lt;br /&gt;but i know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;and its deifintely NOT some accounts course or jc.&lt;br /&gt;so shush already.&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me what i should be doing. cos you have no idea what i want.&lt;br /&gt;and you just don understand do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. so irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i totally dislike the monsoon season.&lt;br /&gt;cos everywhere i go i'll get wet&lt;br /&gt;and amk was flooded!&lt;br /&gt;luckily never go in my shoe&lt;br /&gt;i was dying there! and a stuuup bunch of girls suddenly stop in the middle of the shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i gtg.&lt;br /&gt;go home now. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114606440276213736?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114606440276213736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114606440276213736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114606440276213736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114606440276213736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-so-sad-i-dont-think-im-getting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114599066452463350</id><published>2006-04-26T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:44:24.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name 20 people you can think of right now at the top of your head.&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 people.&lt;br /&gt;OK tag at least 5 people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready? Start!&lt;br /&gt;1)Larissa&lt;br /&gt;2)Zoe&lt;br /&gt;3)Aaron&lt;br /&gt;4)Grace&lt;br /&gt;5)Step&lt;br /&gt;6)Debbie&lt;br /&gt;7)Huiwen&lt;br /&gt;8)Shawn&lt;br /&gt;9)Aaronlin&lt;br /&gt;10)Ryan&lt;br /&gt;11) Augustine&lt;br /&gt;12) Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;13) Michelle&lt;br /&gt;14) Effie&lt;br /&gt;15) Carol&lt;br /&gt;16) Abriel&lt;br /&gt;17) Joel&lt;br /&gt;18) Gary&lt;br /&gt;19) Hoilun&lt;br /&gt;20) Huang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;Effie, well she's my classmate in TP. We accompanied each other in the first few i-don't-know-anybody hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you've never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;If i never met larissahojiale?!?! my life would be so super different! i can't imagine not meeting my monkey. she's the bestie i had for the longest period of time okay. but. this question is stupid. cos if i never met her, i wouldn't know her hence not meeting her wouldnt make a difference. so.. DUMB question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;br /&gt;Huang and aaronlin? erm. that'd be interesting. but, would hardly be possible la. His not huang's kind. oh btw. huang is joining me in db orinetation this sunday! woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever like 19?&lt;br /&gt;of course i like hoilun. i love her in fact. i'm so so happy that she was part of the cell group we had in school. and i just saw her on sunday! at ps! haha nice chatting we had going there eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? haha but debbie is taken already. and they're just good bro and sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron. hmm. This guy has small hands. lol. BUT he is super crap. super fun to chat with and be around. and he is very encouraging and stuf. someone who is reliable and can go to if you need a listening ear. but he's super irritating at times too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Shawn. haha. yeah of course i find Shawn attractive. my girlfriend! lol. his hair is like whoah. and he plays the guitar! lol. whatever. shawn. i want cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell me something about 7.&lt;br /&gt;Wenwen! haha. this girl, used to be THE one who cracks me up sosososo much. Her actions are so blur they are cute la! BUT don't be fooled be her blur-ness okay. she's super informative and super updated on almost everything! and she's a walking directory too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE. tiffany i just met like a few days ago. hope to get to know her better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's 8's favourite?&lt;br /&gt;Shawn again? He likes roaring. and being crayz. and acting gay. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you do when 18 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;GARY?!?! oh my gosh. haha. what would i do? hmm. i don't know eh. it's kinda impossible now cos i hardly chat with him, even though i just chat with him a few mintues ago. if it happens. i'll just tell him i like him to. we can be good friends! haha anti guy okay. lol. dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What language(s) does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;english and chinese.. and malay. cos npcc commands and stuf. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;aaronlin is going out with....... shawn! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;16 going on 17. poor abriel's birthday is in dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When is the last time you talk to 13?&lt;br /&gt;Whena WAS you mean. erm just now! right before she went to the toilet and i went with tiffany to the bus int. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;erm. this girl... she changes quickly. used to be westlife. and jay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever date 4?&lt;br /&gt;Grace? she's my wifey already. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;nah. i can't! she' my daughter. in our stuuupid sec school family thing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;is she? i think so.. haha not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;erm. i don't know really. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;NO! hahaha. for reasons i can't announce globally on my blog. sigh. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What school does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer Jc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;Hougang area. she has a dog too! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your fave thing about 5?&lt;br /&gt;her sexy braces. haha wad the heck? my fav thing about step..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you seen 1 naked?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. after swimming. lol. no further details here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now i must tag 5 unlucky people to do this RANDOM thing.&lt;br /&gt;WAhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;1)Valerie&lt;br /&gt;2) Gary&lt;br /&gt;3) Weilun&lt;br /&gt;4) Ziwei&lt;br /&gt;5) Augustine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114599066452463350?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114599066452463350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114599066452463350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114599066452463350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114599066452463350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/04/name-20-people-you-can-think-of-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114598478399896591</id><published>2006-04-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:06:24.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;missed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so blur and out of place in poly still at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i think its a norm. but still it would be better if i had like a schoolmate or 2 in CMM.&lt;br /&gt;OH well. haha&lt;br /&gt;2 lectures have gone by.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm kinda blown away by the assignments and group work stuff.&lt;br /&gt;cos i have seriously no idea what she wants us to do. on the journal thingy.&lt;br /&gt;even though she did explain numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'll get it one day. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been trying to get myself familiar with a few of my classmates&lt;br /&gt;went out today with sherilyn tiffany michelle effie augustine samuel keith and aaron i think. haha&lt;br /&gt;sherilyn and michelle asked me if they looked like b****es first impression.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i have a feeling they'd be wild to be with.&lt;br /&gt;and they love playing mahjong too. not playing money that is.&lt;br /&gt;tiffany stays in punggol.&lt;br /&gt;travels long distance daily.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;desperately need to stop procrastinating. cos every single time i meet effie in the morning. i'm late.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. what bad impression she must have of me. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really haven't been blogging for a long time huh?&lt;br /&gt;lemme update you okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday!&lt;br /&gt;after youth i went to east coast to meet my sweet.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so stuuup la! she told me she would be bringing her hp out to sea in a ziplock&lt;br /&gt;so i called her again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;no answer.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau!!!&lt;br /&gt;and poor old me had to make me way from aljunied all the way to east coast.&lt;br /&gt;how sad right?&lt;br /&gt;but no matter!&lt;br /&gt;i had a nice time with myself while walking from the bus stop all the way to paddle culture.&lt;br /&gt;watched mr tseng teach lala how to do 2 star-er stuff. so cool. if only it wasn't that time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;i could be learning that too!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;after waiting for like an hour!!! they fianlly got ready to leave&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at fish and co at the glass house building thing.&lt;br /&gt;new york's fish and chips! yummmy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha i shared with lala so it was just nice.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;went pooling after that.&lt;br /&gt;tried the place next to the glass house thingy. but it was closed&lt;br /&gt;so we went to monster cue or something&lt;br /&gt;had some tips from shawn. haha&lt;br /&gt;im so lousy compared to them la.&lt;br /&gt;boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had a fun time. with lala mr tseng ronald abriel jeramy shawn aaronlin and ryan&lt;br /&gt;too bad sulo and lek didn't join us for the dinner and stuf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. then on monday! after lecture which was like less than an hour, i went to meet my dear grace&lt;br /&gt;went over to her place for a kimchi dinner.&lt;br /&gt;so super delicious. i still love her mum's cooking!&lt;br /&gt;oh and grace! don't worry about the ah lian thing la. that's just on the outside onli. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;i know you're not lian&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then its today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been kinda reflecting. on myself&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not very happy with what i see&lt;br /&gt;i'm. succumbing to the temptations of judging people and its just not nice&lt;br /&gt;i mean. yeah its a norm to just chat about the weird-er people.&lt;br /&gt;those who attracts attention and all that&lt;br /&gt;but its not right.&lt;br /&gt;and im not doing the right thing&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop. i want to think before i say anything.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be who i want to be and not just claim that thats who i want to be&lt;br /&gt;in other words, i don wanna be a no action talk only person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, thank You so much for just blessing me with all the people around me and with nice lecturers. Lord i just pray that even in this new environment where i meet new people go through new things, that You'll be guiding me every step of the way. that whenever i'm feeling confused, blur, or just not myself, that i'll always remember that You are there for me with me and i have nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;i pray that whatever i say and do would in a way or another bless someone else and not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus rocks my life.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't He rocks yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad to say but sometimes everyone just needs to be reminded that our God is such a GREAT GOD!&lt;br /&gt;not that we don't know it, just that sometimes we're too busy trying to handle things ourselves, our own way.&lt;br /&gt;why not just leave it all to Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this has been a long enough post. if you're still reading, woohoo! great for you.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i suddenly feel like not replying the tags. it seems so so so troublesome!&lt;br /&gt;bleh. don worry! i'll reply. sickening michel tag me to do that dumb thing. tsk!!&lt;br /&gt;haha nevermind i have time! haha &lt;br /&gt;cya love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114598478399896591?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114598478399896591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114598478399896591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114598478399896591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114598478399896591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-missed-me-im-feeling-so-blur-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9805714.post-114564113219676108</id><published>2006-04-22T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:38:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY HEY!&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a much much much better impression of my class.&lt;br /&gt;i have a good feeling bout this.&lt;br /&gt;today was a rather short day in school for me.&lt;br /&gt;and step too&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;cos we zao-ed after getting the admin stuf settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that,&lt;br /&gt;we had a listened to Mr D's 'speech' and all that.&lt;br /&gt;i think he is super nice.&lt;br /&gt;can tell from the things he said.&lt;br /&gt;and i love the way he speaks.&lt;br /&gt;just like i love the way i speak when i'm emcee-ing.&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to some classes to meet with our careperson.&lt;br /&gt;she's quite nice. and motherly. think she is stronger in chinese though.&lt;br /&gt;she's in charge of the chinese print stuf i think&lt;br /&gt;yeah well.&lt;br /&gt;had quite a fun time looking at our time table.&lt;br /&gt;so nice!&lt;br /&gt;and i had fun chatting with some of the girls like&lt;br /&gt;munah [nice nice dimples!]&lt;br /&gt;cailin [pretty girl]&lt;br /&gt;abby or emmeline? erm i think her name is emmeline. but she saved her name under abby. oh well hafta ask her again&lt;br /&gt;qian ru [super enthu girl!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and than there's the other girls michelle, cherilyn [my dance 'guy'] and tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;all of them were classmates in SAC&lt;br /&gt;cherilyn is fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;michelle is friendly. she only came today so. don know her much yet. but she's cool&lt;br /&gt;tiffany is sweet looking. the gentler less rahrah one compared to the other 2 i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't know why i'm like assessing them. this is crayz. but i just wanted you all to know what cool classmates i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there's udah too!&lt;br /&gt;she looks like a model. to me la. she's like. so poised. and.&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now&lt;br /&gt;went to the girls toilet to meet step&lt;br /&gt;got changed and we left tp&lt;br /&gt;went to city hall to walk around&lt;br /&gt;chat about this and that. about her FREN&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and she kept smiling and smiling and smiling&lt;br /&gt;soo soooo irritating la!&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. that's normal i guess&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;we went window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;kept on wakling to the weirdest places la.&lt;br /&gt;we'd be walking and talking and talking and talking..... 'eh? where we walking to ah?'&lt;br /&gt;this is cool stuff man.&lt;br /&gt;cos like in sec school. out of the 5 of us, i had the least one to one time with step.&lt;br /&gt;and now we can spend so much time together!&lt;br /&gt;aren't you happy step?&lt;br /&gt;stephanie stephanie step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually it was around 4!&lt;br /&gt;so we slowly made our ways to holy high&lt;br /&gt;so tiredly actually&lt;br /&gt;i felt like sleeping and sleeping and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;but when we reached hougang&lt;br /&gt;got excited again.&lt;br /&gt;started chatting about holy stuf. bout wads new with some people and this and that&lt;br /&gt;it was such a nice feeling walking into school and straight away seeing a familiar face-choonleng&lt;br /&gt;then going further in, i see my sec 1s!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;dawn and a few of the others&lt;br /&gt;sweet girls.. i'm so so happy that they haven't forgotten about me.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i so jojo at the train station.&lt;br /&gt;he was like a ship wreck. shirt tucked out. specs flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;did NOT look like the jojo i knew&lt;br /&gt;the quieter neater jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay.  we walked around school&lt;br /&gt;felt sosososososo lost&lt;br /&gt;and step's right there's no sense of belonging to the school when we're walking around.&lt;br /&gt;the onli time i felt a sense of belonging there was when we were walking outside towards the gate, cos that didn't change&lt;br /&gt;and in the canteen, cos they were still using our tables and the drink stall uncle is stil the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;got our certs. met rama&lt;br /&gt;she says we're gonna go lunching one of these days. &lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;most prolly wed. i hope&lt;br /&gt;not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah well we're gonna remind her to bring our presents.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for grace.&lt;br /&gt;she came.&lt;br /&gt;look so diff at first.&lt;br /&gt;not her look actually, just the way she carried herself.&lt;br /&gt;so lian la you grace!&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;but she's stil our gracey grace right.. my wifey&lt;br /&gt;and miraculously&lt;br /&gt;hw and deb came too!&lt;br /&gt;so shocking la!&lt;br /&gt;so we sat in the canteen until the security guard told us that the school is closing.&lt;br /&gt;ahah. she's nice okay&lt;br /&gt;i heard her scolding a sec 2 guy i think. she said' why are you stil playing? exams next week already right?'&lt;br /&gt;so nice right!&lt;br /&gt;okok. so we left school&lt;br /&gt;went hougang plaza to pool&lt;br /&gt;saw fellow tp biz people there&lt;br /&gt;and my tuition fren!! his in tp biz tooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;but erm. stil haven caught his name though.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooled and pooled.&lt;br /&gt;i was on an extremely accurate streak today. no idea why&lt;br /&gt;i sunk like 4 in a row once.&lt;br /&gt;and my angle-ing was super good.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha rare rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went 805 to eat.&lt;br /&gt;wanted banmian at first&lt;br /&gt;but. suddenly din feel like it&lt;br /&gt;so shared black pepper steak with step&lt;br /&gt;yum&lt;br /&gt;ate and chat ate and chat&lt;br /&gt;went hougang mall to take neoprints after that&lt;br /&gt;i just realised before today, the last neoprint i took was during the NY orinetation, with gary grace weilun and ziwei&lt;br /&gt;that was SO long ago.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the machine!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and cos no one else took after us, we had unlimited time to decorate our pics&lt;br /&gt;so step deb and hw went deco and deco and deco&lt;br /&gt;for like half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;me and grace went to the pathetic arcade next door watched people play the drum thing.&lt;br /&gt;and then we vented our anger [if any?] on some hitting things game. and we won a blue clown keychain!&lt;br /&gt;hip hip hooray!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super good day&lt;br /&gt;i loved every part of it.&lt;br /&gt;esp the later part&lt;br /&gt;we so have to do this more often&lt;br /&gt;obviously me step and grace wouldn't have much problems with that. i think its the ngee ann far away deb and hw that will have more diff.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes!!&lt;br /&gt;netball netball netballl!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;lets get a wednesday evening free and then go netball&lt;br /&gt;im so so so so so missing netball&lt;br /&gt;how can????????&lt;br /&gt;haha get lala and gomez and ron and joel&lt;br /&gt;oh its too much work.&lt;br /&gt;why isn't there a device where i just have to press one red button labelled netball. and everybody who netballs with us will just be contacted and reached and there&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;netball please&lt;br /&gt;please please pleaseeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetie if you ever ever need someone i'm here&lt;br /&gt;i'm not distracted/occupied with any species of the opposite gender so feel free if you ever need me yeah yeah?&lt;br /&gt;love you.&lt;br /&gt;we all do. heh&lt;br /&gt;so cheesy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9805714-114564113219676108?l=un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/feeds/114564113219676108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9805714&amp;postID=114564113219676108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114564113219676108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9805714/posts/default/114564113219676108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-cliche-ish.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-hey-im-having-much-much-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Janinez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014098897194550915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
