<?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-7363229</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:22:14.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avenueinc</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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>312</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-1736202325989947557</id><published>2008-09-26T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:35:41.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE SUGAR LIM!!! : DDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-1736202325989947557?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/1736202325989947557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=1736202325989947557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1736202325989947557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1736202325989947557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-sugar-lim-ddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-1500551107732932356</id><published>2008-09-14T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:36:41.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to my colleague's house and &lt;s&gt;play&lt;/s&gt; bake mooncakes. SO MUCH FUN! I am extremely proud of myself for coming up with such amusing creations. I still dream of becoming rich by selling all these. My friend said only little kids will want to buy my mooncakes. And they were all saying nobody wil eat my mooncakes. Well, at least sugar did when i gave it to him!&lt;br /&gt;  : D&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Whatever ok. Oh.. i'm so proud of myself.



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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/SMy80SRlJmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/KOYyR1dF9DY/s1600-h/P020908_23.00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245775272424580706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/SMy80SRlJmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/KOYyR1dF9DY/s400/P020908_23.00.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my creation.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and i went to rebond my hair on monday. Love it la! the first thing i did when i reached home was to comb my hair. ahaha. As you couldnt comb permed hair cz the combing action would separate the curls and your hair will end up like shit.So i have not combed mine for 8 months!!! Anyway, Bye bye curly wurly hair. Hello silky woo hoo~straight hair! : DD
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-1500551107732932356?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/1500551107732932356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=1500551107732932356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1500551107732932356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1500551107732932356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-to-my-colleagues-house-and-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/SMy9BBEWSaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2EDzHE5ybaI/s72-c/P020908_23.01%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-6454542095779115321</id><published>2008-09-03T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:34:10.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do tears fall when disagreements happen?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Why does heart aches when disputes occur?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Is it just me? Or us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-6454542095779115321?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6454542095779115321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=6454542095779115321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6454542095779115321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6454542095779115321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-do-tears-fall-when-disagreements.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-7267923777624510805</id><published>2008-08-01T17:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:03:43.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont have pictures to show. But still i want to blog. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually was supposed to go for a swim alone this morning. But when i woke up at 8.30, looked at the weather and concluded that it was too cold to swim. So i decided to fall back sleep again and woke up at 10+ again. this time round, when the sun has fully risen, i have decided to drop the idea of swiming because the sun is too blazingly hot. Dont want to get tan. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiya, i always come up with stupid reasons to escape exercising. : /
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i actually went to gym on wed. exercising for a mere 30 mins. Sugar asked if i just went in to enjoy the aircon. -.- And after gym, my legs felt wobbly. extremely lethargic. Didnt feel like moving an inch of my body. so i basically dragged myself home that day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Today's hungry ghost. better sleep early tonight. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIE JIE!!! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-7267923777624510805?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7267923777624510805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=7267923777624510805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7267923777624510805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7267923777624510805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-have-pictures-to-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-7057452051038116903</id><published>2008-07-08T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:15.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They never clear the rubbish. And i hate it. I always ended up the one clearing. lazy bugs. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Anyway, have been eyeing on this dress for quite some time! Isnt it cute?! But i dont know wher to get it. -.- &lt;br /&gt;
So if u happened to see this dress being displayed somewhere, MAIL ME!! &lt;a href="mailto:cheerberrys@hotmail.com"&gt;cheerberrys@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; thx in advance. the price too. : )



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&lt;div&gt;i want sailor dress i want sailor dress i want this sailor dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-7057452051038116903?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7057452051038116903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=7057452051038116903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7057452051038116903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7057452051038116903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-never-clear-rubbish.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/SHJBtd9v_6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/x-0R-Fv-CBo/s72-c/DSC04590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-8474100660500117527</id><published>2008-07-02T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:43:07.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i really wonder if i am fit to become a nurse. think i would have quited long ago and pursue dentistry if i were filthy rich, if i werent bonded and if my results are god damn good. but too bad, i dont fall in any of the category. damn sad.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I ended up mentally and physically strained and drained every single day. i barely had time to go for breaks. Sugar said i will develope a tummy if i were to continue in skipping meals. cz my cells sense that my body in suffering from chronic hunger.  so it will start storing fats to burn off the next time round when there's a starvation.  : / &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

livejournal is down. ahaha.. great. perhaps i shld stop my shopping activities and slp nw. nighttt..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-8474100660500117527?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/8474100660500117527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=8474100660500117527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8474100660500117527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8474100660500117527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-i-really-wonder-if-i-am-fit.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-830156667170882156</id><published>2008-06-25T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:27:55.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m blogging now cz i feel like blogging. &lt;br /&gt;
i hope my new colleagues wont know about my blog so i can rant about them, about work, share juicy bitchy gossips here without them knowing. * sniggers* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Anyway, today is payday. Happy like a bird OK! and happily like a bird, i spent 250 today. On constructive things of course! things that are beneficial to me. Bloody surgical stockings costs me 100 bucks. And i have a strong feeling that i kena cheated by jeanyip. TMD. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

With sugar entering army mid june, i am left with nothing much to do. looking forward to fri when he returns to mainland. : ) Maybe i should do some banners and welcome him back to singapore. haha. dn i will bug him till he returns to tekong. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And with 6/8's son who's so fucking irritating, and 6/8's such eccentric daughter, i reckon Manish should stop bloodily admit the mom into our ward. Allah pls help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-830156667170882156?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/830156667170882156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=830156667170882156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/830156667170882156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/830156667170882156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-m-blogging-now-cz-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-681767210905264703</id><published>2008-05-04T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:30:36.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell no. I am going back to ward coming tuesday. : (  &lt;br /&gt;

I am super disturbed by nurses meagre salary. They ought to revise it. Serious. &lt;br /&gt;

I want that green tube top from osmose! Gona bug cy to get it for me. muahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;

I wana take up driving. I wana buy a car. But with my pathetic salary, i can do nothing at all. Damn. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Great. My bro refused to share the cost of a car with me. he's the worst. : ((((( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the weather is terrible. Terrible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-681767210905264703?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/681767210905264703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=681767210905264703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/681767210905264703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/681767210905264703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/05/hell-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-5693251456335711723</id><published>2008-04-23T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:59:36.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am feeling terrible now. Emotionally and physically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-5693251456335711723?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/5693251456335711723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=5693251456335711723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5693251456335711723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5693251456335711723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-feeling-terrible-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-8178523078828677315</id><published>2008-04-21T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:40:48.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt that I havent been doing anything constructive since i started hols.

Officially starting work next monday. Kinda dread it.

Jam packed with activities this week.

Someone please extend my hols! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloody. : ((((&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-8178523078828677315?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/8178523078828677315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=8178523078828677315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8178523078828677315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8178523078828677315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/04/felt-that-i-havent-been-doing-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-4193940176999129249</id><published>2008-04-14T23:24:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:17.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have brushed my teeth. And now i am eating rocher. : / &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anway, went to timbre with fatty, her boy and love on saturday to celebrate fatty's birthday in advance.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had their famous pizza. lasagna, minestrone soup chicken wings, mushroom soup, tried ed's lamb kebab. etc &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felt that the food was mediocre. Maybe because am not a big fan of western food. : /
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a round of chilled beer when we arrived. Dont like drinking beer. Dont really like the super gassy feeling. So i ended up ruining love's beer by shaking it to produce foam. And he finished up my beer for me. : D. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;
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TADA! : DD
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATTY CHENG!


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Our shots. Sex on the beach. No kick. Serious.


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Cheers!


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: DDDDD

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Cute.


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Fatty's and ed's jug of long island!



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Went there because we wanted to hear this band play. Nice. What a shame that we had to leave early. : /
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/SAdt0LBIX6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/FaRwthnATBM/s1600-h/P120408_23.46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190237838645944226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/SAdt0LBIX6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/FaRwthnATBM/s400/P120408_23.46.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's super windy at my house now. Feel like going to the beach. : D
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craving for duck rice plus egg. : (( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-4193940176999129249?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/4193940176999129249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=4193940176999129249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/4193940176999129249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/4193940176999129249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-brushed-my-teeth.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/SAdzPrBIYEI/AAAAAAAAAds/NaYvoTstLbM/s72-c/CIMG3390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-5818689089144220859</id><published>2008-04-11T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:36:31.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess when you're on holidays for too long, ur brain starts to malfunction and u start day dreaming about useless random stuffs almost everyday. My brain activities revole around the same topic e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i have been dreaming about the most random and stupidest thing on earth. like, should i buy this should i buy that? dreading to the first day of work. being excited about work the next minute. etc. and i think i have turned stupid. holidays make me stupid. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I want to go to mauritius for honeymoon next time. or a cruise trip to sea of love. it will be uber romantic. then we'll wake up to the gorgeous sunrise and make love everyday. Lol. jk. Spending quality time together. ya my ideal romantic getaways for honeymoon. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I would also like to go to see auroras. But at a second thought, i changed my mind. travelling to the poles of earth is no joke. then i thought of northern Sweden, Finland and Norway, Siberia, Alaska, Canada. etc . But wad if i go there and didnt get to see any pretty auroras? That will be total Siaoness. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I slept through 14 hours till this morning. im still feeling a little dowsy now. I just finish scamming lao pong's tagboard. something's wrong with it la. she should fix it. See i told u i have been doing the most useless things. I go blog hopping, visit websites that i have visited ten minutes ago mentally hoping that they would update smth. Then i end up blogging. And evil love slowed down smses by replying real slow. evil monster. watch out tmr. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-5818689089144220859?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/5818689089144220859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=5818689089144220859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5818689089144220859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5818689089144220859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-guess-when-youre-on-holidays-for-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-5641786695730390370</id><published>2008-04-10T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:39:29.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 100th day anniversary LOVE! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Love your super wudi present. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Love your love letter. : DDD &lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;still cant belive u actually wrote one. ; )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Love the smell of the card. : DD &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Love the dinner. : ))) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
And i love everything yesterday including U. : DDDD &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;; ) You're the best!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;sorry for showng smelly face yesterday.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-5641786695730390370?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/5641786695730390370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=5641786695730390370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5641786695730390370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5641786695730390370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-10th-day-anniversary-love-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-1980854378703474700</id><published>2008-04-06T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:27:19.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEA! i finally managed to log in. forgotten my pasword and all. was trying to log in with all the possible word that has occurred to me. and FINALLY! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

nth much actually. just to clean up cobweb that has accumlated. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p

might resume blogging to kill boredom. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

till then. : D
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-1980854378703474700?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/1980854378703474700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=1980854378703474700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1980854378703474700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1980854378703474700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/04/yea-i-finally-managed-to-log-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-2586012592116225674</id><published>2008-01-06T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:17:14.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know my greeting came in way too late. nevertheless, &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Am just done with my 3 night shift. Appologies to eve cz i couldnt attend your bdae celebration. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and yesterday,  my SN in charge jessie gave me some advises on survival in the workforce when i pass out next time. I was told to learn to be less careless, less forgetful. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And i'm really afraid and extremely disturbed by my nature. I'm afraid i cant function in the future. i need to learn to be MORE careful and LESS forgetful. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And while i'm happy and super excited about my attachment coming to an end, i am being constantly reminded that there are a lot of things that i havent had a chance to learn cz my preceptor is a deputise sister and she practically doesnt have much time for us. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Innitially i was so relieved after knowing that my preceptor wont have much time for me. cz it means no one is constantly watching me, giving me stress etc. But i guess i am wrong. VERY wrong. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i know i have said this countless of times. BUT, i need to be seriously serious now. And, i have to be on my watch all the time now. And of course LESS FORGETFUL! and, i am going to pester everyone with my questions from tomorrow onwards. SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-2586012592116225674?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/2586012592116225674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=2586012592116225674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/2586012592116225674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/2586012592116225674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-my-greeting-came-in-way-too-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-3580599021832373207</id><published>2007-12-24T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:24:38.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Havent been blogging for long. I've been busy and all. Mainly with PRCP; my final year attachment. I didnt know i am so lucky to have landed myself in this ward. The staffs are super kind. Even the sisters; not forgetting my preceptors!

anyway, it's Christmas tomorrow. My mood always lighten when a year gradually enters december. Because there are so many holidays in line! But then again, it stands that a new year is approaching and we're all going to grow older and move on in our lives. Despite that, we should always make sure that we havent wasted a year doing nothing meaningful in particular. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Anyway, i kop the add of a personality test from benji's blog. which i think it is almost 100% accurate! You should go try it too!

&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get to know yourself better

&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-3580599021832373207?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/3580599021832373207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=3580599021832373207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3580599021832373207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3580599021832373207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/12/havent-been-blogging-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-8553925311936567705</id><published>2007-10-26T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:11:31.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate myself for crying so much. &lt;br /&gt;
I hate the sourness feeling in my nose everytime i cry. &lt;br /&gt;
I hate myself for being so emotional. &lt;br /&gt;
I hate crying a few times a day. &lt;br /&gt;
I hate it when people say i get to have my own room now. &lt;br /&gt;
I hate the thought that triggers the sourness in my nose. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

It was supposed to be an happy event isnt it? Why do my tears fall uncontrollably? &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I'll post up loads and loads of pics soon. Mysis looked so gorgeous in the wedding gowns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-8553925311936567705?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/8553925311936567705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=8553925311936567705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8553925311936567705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8553925311936567705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-myself-for-crying-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-3858665756985772785</id><published>2007-10-09T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:41:44.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm cooking dinner for my family tonight. : D Hope it goes well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm attending my sis's solemnization tomorrow at Labrador Park. I'm jubilant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall update again. : DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-3858665756985772785?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/3858665756985772785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=3858665756985772785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3858665756985772785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3858665756985772785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-cooking-dinner-for-my-family-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-9012618129331505667</id><published>2007-10-07T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:44:40.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some reinforcement on her post,


I genuinely understand how she feels. Cz If i were her, i would seriously get sick of it.


I think people should seriously stop asking her to be strong, or anything related to it.


Just stop mentioning anything about it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Appropriate amount of care and concern is great. But dont over do it. Perhaps she'll be greatful if you could take her mind off it even for a single second. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And this phrase goes back to her. Right now, being strong is not enough. What you really need is to embrace and treasure. ; ) I shant say more. Hope you get what i mean. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Well, I was doing my emergency department posting this week. No concerning matters except that a drunkard masturbated in front of me. I fled out of the damn room shaking immediately. Damn. And i think i might need a shrink. I need to understand why i am so afraid of things that are related to guys. From them as a whole; sharing a relationship with them to their penises. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Nevermind. You people wont understand. In any case that i cant overcome it, i can always date christine. Right love? *laughs* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An interesting fact dawned upon me recently.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was such a coincidence.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I smiled like a fool.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tears welled up cz i was touched.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;another incident that proves how in sync our hearts/brains are.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;: DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-9012618129331505667?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/9012618129331505667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=9012618129331505667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/9012618129331505667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/9012618129331505667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-reinforcement-on-her-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-7598552247109822424</id><published>2007-09-16T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:21.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Ruz1ZjJDmpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/678L3Mb0PX0/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110729496437430930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Ruz1ZjJDmpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/678L3Mb0PX0/s400/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ask you uh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you discovered that you're having hair fall, as in this amount of hair, subtracting the hair that flowed down with the water and the hair that clings onto the teeth of the brush you use to brush ur hair, ixit a lot? &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IS IT?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if it's a lot then i suppose i'm having some hairfal problem. : / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but my mom says that it's normal cz my hair is long. their heavy. so naturally the weight pulls them and i get hairfall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But but.. i;m still not convinced lei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it because of the shampoo i am using? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ix it because of the length of my hair? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it because my body lacks some vitamins or minerals? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IS IT?! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
When i showed her the amount of hair just now, my mom got a shock. i'm gona change a new shampoo and see if it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; HELP!!!!! someone please help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;: (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wails* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-7598552247109822424?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7598552247109822424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=7598552247109822424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7598552247109822424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7598552247109822424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/09/ask-you-uh-if-you-discovered-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Ruz1ZjJDmpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/678L3Mb0PX0/s72-c/DSC01008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-2830679549719602519</id><published>2007-09-13T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:01:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do i sound tiring and exhausted when you talk to me on MSN/ on phone/ messages? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why does everyone says so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm sorry if i havent been catching up with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm sorry if i havent met my promise on initiating dates on movies/dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My time has been dedicated to the on going attachments and the endless editing of case studies of my patients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Copying diagnosis and progress notes ferociously in ward is a common sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Finding out the uses of different drugs and their side effects has seemed to be integrated into our list hobbies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ask me about different drugs' therapeutic effect. I know them at my finger tips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My intracranial fluid is almost dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Passing report is so SHUANG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Finally, i have a verdict on guys. That is, they are smelly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;They stink up the whole MAC, making it unbearable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;They trigger off the damn rhinitis that i've partially recovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;They should seriously all apply cologne. Or better still, douse themselves in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I hereby delcare that i am allergic to guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Gays are exception. they always take good care of themself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Guys = stinko.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-2830679549719602519?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/2830679549719602519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=2830679549719602519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/2830679549719602519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/2830679549719602519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-i-sound-tiring-and-exhausted-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-7900245837274459837</id><published>2007-09-07T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:35:55.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;amiable, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; lovable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; cute,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; adorable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; friendly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; warm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; awesome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; cheerful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lovely,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are the vocabs i would use to describe the elderlies in AMKH. they are soooo cute. i HEART THEM!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someome cute just sent me a mail. I couldnt stop smiling at the admission letter. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Ma for your REMY and the lovely poem. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i didnt know you knew Dr. DORK DUCK DURK DARK from dentistry of harvard.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-7900245837274459837?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7900245837274459837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=7900245837274459837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7900245837274459837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7900245837274459837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/09/amiable-lovable-cute-adorable-friendly.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-170265039943434211</id><published>2007-09-02T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:26.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went kster with shy and jelly on thursday. As usual, jelly and i were quarrelling and bickering on how long we havent seen each other and whose fault it is. And as usual, shy paid no attention to us. She kept on singing and singing. Dedicating songs, drinking her soda, eating her carrot cake. I guess she's immune to it already. HAH~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



Then, we went to starbucks and talked about everything. Our future, our lives now, the pasts, boys, fears, relationship and sex etc. Until shy's friend called to pick her up to changi airport. Cz she had to see her friends off to dont know where. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



And we ended our day. Jelly accompanied me all the way to Seng Kang before taking a bus home. Very sweet of her. She said she wanteds to keep me accompanied. : 0 &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpqY5Z6HZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bmOmSXmelMs/s1600-h/CIMG2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105510103536770450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpqY5Z6HZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bmOmSXmelMs/s400/CIMG2057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shy &amp; Jelly. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpqJpZ6HYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/z4A9OrYvk_c/s1600-h/CIMG2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105509841543765378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpqJpZ6HYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/z4A9OrYvk_c/s400/CIMG2062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOO~ soda... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rtpp0ZZ6HXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eg09bEBZCiA/s1600-h/CIMG2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105509476471545202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rtpp0ZZ6HXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eg09bEBZCiA/s400/CIMG2063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jelly's soda tasted like medicine. YIKES! Anyway, i ruined her soda cz i accidentally dropped my blotters in it. Heh.. Thought it turned light blue after that. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;



&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpRVZZ6HWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6nn4j85RlW0/s1600-h/CIMG2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105482555616533858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpRVZZ6HWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6nn4j85RlW0/s400/CIMG2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oviously not very happy cz i wanted to try on her soda. : /
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&lt;div&gt;JK. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpP-5Z6HVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/9JXz_eKNpaE/s1600-h/CIMG2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105481069557849426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpP-5Z6HVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/9JXz_eKNpaE/s400/CIMG2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take a sip, and you'll be mine. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpPhJZ6HUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/bCo_JLyxa38/s1600-h/CIMG2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105480558456741186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpPhJZ6HUI/AAAAAAAAAZo/bCo_JLyxa38/s400/CIMG2070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh daniel wu. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You know, when you were young, you do silly things. And when you look back a few years later, you'd find them amusing and entertaining . This is what we did. We wrote down what we hope to see in our future boyfriends. etc. Jelly brought the book on that day. And we were reminiscing the silly moments we had in secondary school. There are mine, shy's, jelly's and crayon's.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpN8JZ6HTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7dAZkkVavLM/s1600-h/CIMG2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105478823289953586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpN8JZ6HTI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7dAZkkVavLM/s400/CIMG2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpNgJZ6HSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NSo3sGFabUw/s1600-h/CIMG2081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105478342253616418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpNgJZ6HSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NSo3sGFabUw/s400/CIMG2081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jelly's &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpNLZZ6HRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/N1HGXulgsqI/s1600-h/CIMG2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105477985771330834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpNLZZ6HRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/N1HGXulgsqI/s400/CIMG2082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crayon's &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpL-pZ6HQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/DcnnfC57KlU/s1600-h/CIMG2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105476667216370946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpL-pZ6HQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/DcnnfC57KlU/s400/CIMG2088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shy's &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpLIpZ6HPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/OaqhkeFDEp0/s1600-h/CIMG2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105475739503434994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpLIpZ6HPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/OaqhkeFDEp0/s400/CIMG2091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Sometimes we quarrel,
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we pout.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But never did we once fail to resolve it, &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpKuZZ6HOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5ZgakULbeN8/s1600-h/CIMG2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105475288531868898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpKuZZ6HOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5ZgakULbeN8/s400/CIMG2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpKZJZ6HNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8Gv7Pi3Fa3o/s1600-h/CIMG2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105474923459648722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpKZJZ6HNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8Gv7Pi3Fa3o/s400/CIMG2094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jelly: WHY YOU TAKE FULL BODY?! I WANT HALFBODY ONLY! FOCUS MORE FOCUS MORE!! ZOOOOOOM IIINNNNN.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpKCZZ6HMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/jl1FcK__B7k/s1600-h/CIMG2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105474532617624770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpKCZZ6HMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/jl1FcK__B7k/s400/CIMG2095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea. And i really zoomed in.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpJ0ZZ6HLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/HfUx9fb73XA/s1600-h/CIMG2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105474292099456178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpJ0ZZ6HLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/HfUx9fb73XA/s400/CIMG2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpJg5Z6HKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/S9Lzs2bOG9A/s1600-h/CIMG2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105473957092007074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpJg5Z6HKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/S9Lzs2bOG9A/s400/CIMG2100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpJP5Z6HJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-2-bpTMH5a8/s1600-h/CIMG2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105473665034230930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpJP5Z6HJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-2-bpTMH5a8/s400/CIMG2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like doing funny things... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpI95Z6HII/AAAAAAAAAYI/wwibFnSlgTs/s1600-h/CIMG2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105473355796585602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpI95Z6HII/AAAAAAAAAYI/wwibFnSlgTs/s400/CIMG2102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpIr5Z6HHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/VSomX7OTLLI/s1600-h/CIMG2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105473046558940274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpIr5Z6HHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/VSomX7OTLLI/s400/CIMG2105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpIX5Z6HGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ldd9gTCBpfI/s1600-h/CIMG2106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105472702961556578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpIX5Z6HGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ldd9gTCBpfI/s400/CIMG2106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Jelly asked me to make use of my fatty face. so i did. And thus found out tt i actually have a talent. i bet you guys cant! Chee~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpIHpZ6HFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8wdYlt2Yc4o/s1600-h/CIMG2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105472423788682322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpIHpZ6HFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/8wdYlt2Yc4o/s400/CIMG2107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Tapioca stick. Heh.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpH8pZ6HEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/By9FmaQtKwM/s1600-h/CIMG2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105472234810121282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpH8pZ6HEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/By9FmaQtKwM/s400/CIMG2108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpHlZZ6HDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hGWKlB826ls/s1600-h/CIMG2116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105471835378162738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpHlZZ6HDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hGWKlB826ls/s400/CIMG2116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;



&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105468940570205202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpE85Z6HBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/e7x3g5tT7ng/s400/CIMG2122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gloomy christine. She spent a lot on that day. Slippers for OT, shorts, PSP modified version. She almost got PSP slim instead of the modified version of PSP. tsk tsk ... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpFGZZ6HCI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mMH-13xHlVs/s1600-h/CIMG2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105469103778962466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpFGZZ6HCI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mMH-13xHlVs/s400/CIMG2118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOO.. looks tt she's really tired. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpEvJZ6HAI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_5DN5yVo4pM/s1600-h/CIMG2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105468704347003906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpEvJZ6HAI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_5DN5yVo4pM/s400/CIMG2125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpDxJZ6G_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/ikSpyWdWYh8/s1600-h/CIMG2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105467639195114482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpDxJZ6G_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/ikSpyWdWYh8/s400/CIMG2126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
She's dumb too. i asked her to put her ears at the opening of the vase and listen to it. she really did it. That's what i like about her sometimes. extremely cooperative. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpDepZ6G-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/wJowILxkefc/s1600-h/CIMG2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105467321367534562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpDepZ6G-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/wJowILxkefc/s400/CIMG2124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh~~ .. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-170265039943434211?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/170265039943434211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=170265039943434211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/170265039943434211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/170265039943434211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/09/went-kster-with-shy-and-jelly-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtpqY5Z6HZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/bmOmSXmelMs/s72-c/CIMG2057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-5066999800091629647</id><published>2007-08-26T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:30.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's too good sometimes. We popped and imbibed on white wine and gorged on sumptuous dinner at Raffles hotel on thursday. i was overfed. extremely over-nutritioned. the food there were in top quality. only fools would control their appetite from such delectable fare. i am no fool. that's why i did not! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


I ate quite an amount of sashimi. i think my intestine's infested with worms right now : / . SERIOUS!! i thot i felt something tickling my anus yesterday and today. and i didnt dare to open my bowels. i'm afraid that if i do, i would end up passing out extremely long and fat worms that had been feeding on the good food i've been eating these few days. or mabbez i should start starving myeslf. so that the worms will die slowly due to hunger. : / &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Anyway, before the feast started, kelvin showed us around the hotel. He was so familiar with the places and staffs. it was like as if he owned the hotel. he knows almost every single one from the head of the chefs, to the managers of the restaurants to the different chefs, cleaner, bell-boy, waiters and waitresses. You name it. anyway, here are some of the pictures to share. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF7T5Z6G9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/TkcjecrlqCE/s1600-h/CIMG1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102995434544700370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF7T5Z6G9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/TkcjecrlqCE/s400/CIMG1987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF6_JZ6G8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Wx9klDo051E/s1600-h/CIMG1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102995078062414786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF6_JZ6G8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Wx9klDo051E/s400/CIMG1988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF6t5Z6G7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/Cy9Hii_SsuA/s1600-h/CIMG1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102994781709671346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF6t5Z6G7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/Cy9Hii_SsuA/s400/CIMG1989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF6fZZ6G6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/p3PsRGpqbuc/s1600-h/CIMG1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102994532601568162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF6fZZ6G6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/p3PsRGpqbuc/s400/CIMG1991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are one of those loving couples i've seen so far. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF6LJZ6G5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wAYL7RYiB68/s1600-h/CIMG1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102994184709217170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF6LJZ6G5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wAYL7RYiB68/s400/CIMG1992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;



&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF5qpZ6G4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/XX5aZ8nUlvs/s1600-h/CIMG1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102993626363468674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF5qpZ6G4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/XX5aZ8nUlvs/s400/CIMG1997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF5VZZ6G3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/T8X7qO4LX4g/s1600-h/CIMG1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102993261291248498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF5VZZ6G3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/T8X7qO4LX4g/s400/CIMG1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
white wine. i cant remember the name. but it sure tasted good with the dishes. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF44ZZ6G2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ORD94EwGEDA/s1600-h/CIMG2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102992763075042146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF44ZZ6G2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ORD94EwGEDA/s400/CIMG2012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
The rain drops fell from the velvet sky, they washed his worries and sadness away. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF4aJZ6G1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/wn0LgVsy3e4/s1600-h/CIMG2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102992243383999314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF4aJZ6G1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/wn0LgVsy3e4/s400/CIMG2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
family portrait. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF31JZ6G0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/o7urcEyV1E4/s1600-h/CIMG2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102991607728839490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF31JZ6G0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/o7urcEyV1E4/s400/CIMG2024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF3fZZ6GzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2tGYezaPaco/s1600-h/CIMG2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102991234066684722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF3fZZ6GzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/2tGYezaPaco/s400/CIMG2025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All kids love him. i swear. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF3GJZ6GyI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1_qFgISQo6Y/s1600-h/CIMG2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102990800274987810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF3GJZ6GyI/AAAAAAAAAVY/1_qFgISQo6Y/s400/CIMG2029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess how much is it to play this lame game of billard? it's freaking 45 bucks. they were out of their mind. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF2kJZ6GxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/R3IEZFxmpmA/s1600-h/CIMG2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102990216159435538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF2kJZ6GxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/R3IEZFxmpmA/s400/CIMG2035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alvin &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF2FJZ6GwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/rk5M_wnjcHA/s1600-h/CIMG2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102989683583490818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF2FJZ6GwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/rk5M_wnjcHA/s400/CIMG2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;call me DA JIE DA! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF1ypZ6GvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SuWhmVq78a8/s1600-h/CIMG2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102989365755910898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF1ypZ6GvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SuWhmVq78a8/s400/CIMG2040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with kelvin. the chef in training. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF1fpZ6GuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/QbA0kzZBxkU/s1600-h/CIMG2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102989039338396386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF1fpZ6GuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/QbA0kzZBxkU/s400/CIMG2041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. my bodygaurds. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF0k5Z6GtI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9Hq_AhQhK18/s1600-h/CIMG2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102988030021081810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF0k5Z6GtI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9Hq_AhQhK18/s400/CIMG2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, i wonder if i was a mafia in my previous life. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-5066999800091629647?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/5066999800091629647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=5066999800091629647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5066999800091629647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5066999800091629647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/08/lifes-too-good-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RtF7T5Z6G9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/TkcjecrlqCE/s72-c/CIMG1987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-8700961932187988874</id><published>2007-08-22T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:45:31.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I’ll have to vent this out. If not i wonldnt be able to concentrate on my revision. I heard a piece of news from my mom just now. and now, there’s this anger i’m experiencing that doesnt go away. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Though i’m a Sagittarius, but sometimes, i possess characteristics of a Leo. Everyone who knows me well enough will know that my family is so god damn precious and important to me. Especially my parents. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I’m a jovial, optimistic and good-natured little girl. Though, sometimes i could be a little grumpy and bad-tempered. I have extremely high tolerance level for rubbish and nasty remarks. Friends know it’s quite rare to see me in extreme anger. And it’s hard to hear “i hate you” or “i hate that person” from me. I may dislike some of your characters. But i’ll never dislike you as a whole. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

The last time i got so angry that i shook in tears was when i fought with my brother last year. Yes. We REALLY fought. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And sometimes, some LOOSERS come by and inflict certain remarks that have clear intentions on insulting my family/parents. That really pisses me off. From a good point of view, you can say that i’m filial and all. And otherwise? I’m extremely protective over them. And being overly protective isn’t a good thing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Anyway, someone just insulted my mom. When my mom told me about this just now, she was nearly in tears. TAMADE. The more i thought of it, the angrier i get. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I made a mental note on not to associate with her too much in the future. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Seriously, don’t try to step beyond this boundary. If not you are DOOMED. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And apologies go out to random people out there. I didn’t mean to be hostile on msn that night. I just, well, i need to go offline asap for revision that’s why i asked you not to talk to me. And i'm kinda stressed up. Sry Benjamin and rank and mani. Ahaha.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Dont ask me what happened. : X

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-8700961932187988874?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/8700961932187988874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=8700961932187988874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8700961932187988874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8700961932187988874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-ill-have-to-vent-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-6275013634048908334</id><published>2007-08-15T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:33:57.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eiffel tower,
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;butterflies,
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;marry-go-round,
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ferris-wheel,
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ballerina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shooting stars, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;red,
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stars
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;auroras
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turquoise
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smiles
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dimples
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mamimi
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ladybird
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shading pictures
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;polka-dots &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;random stuffs that i like . i dreamt of little green dog yesterday. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss it. : ((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-6275013634048908334?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6275013634048908334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=6275013634048908334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6275013634048908334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6275013634048908334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/08/eiffel-tower-butterflies-marry-go-round.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-3973393577683446049</id><published>2007-08-14T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T13:08:24.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i kop this from twinzie's blog. i read this post long time ago. i wanted to kop it earlier. but lazy. so till now. cz i need to destress. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

1. Do things not for yourself, not for her, but for both of you &lt;br /&gt;
2. Respect her for what she is, but let her noes where she went wrong &lt;br /&gt;
3. Give nothing but your best when spending time with her tell her sweet but honest things with how you feel &lt;br /&gt;
4. Do not interrupt her when she talks, cuz communication is important
but when you talk, bloody make sure she listens &lt;br /&gt;
5. If she’s bullied, you must stand up for her &lt;br /&gt;
6. If she’s sad, you must be a clown and make her smile (note, not happy) &lt;br /&gt;
7. If she’s angry, you must let her vent her frustration on you, but NOT take the blame for whatever she’s angry at &lt;br /&gt;
8. If she’s happy, you must celebrate for her &lt;br /&gt;
9. If she’s sarcastic, you must out-smart her with words yet let her win &lt;br /&gt;
10. If she’s ill, you must give her TLC(Tender, Love, Caring) and cook something for her &lt;br /&gt;
11. When she’s around you, you must not be looking at other girls &lt;br /&gt;
12. When she’s pmsing, be understanding and look at things objectively (blame anything but her) &lt;br /&gt;
13. If you like her and is in love with her, you must be able to express yourself freely to her. You should not "try to be the kind of guy that she’ll like" but be "a guy that she appreciates and loves you back in return. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

heh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-3973393577683446049?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/3973393577683446049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=3973393577683446049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3973393577683446049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3973393577683446049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-kop-this-from-twinzies-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-1195420437625855835</id><published>2007-08-12T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:37.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr64Lomb0mI/AAAAAAAAAUg/av8p3E1Ou3w/s1600-h/CIMG2435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097714338246677090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr64Lomb0mI/AAAAAAAAAUg/av8p3E1Ou3w/s400/CIMG2435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
we did this for judith and ivy. SAY IT"S NICE !!
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6394mb0lI/AAAAAAAAAUY/RitneYvNYyw/s1600-h/CIMG1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097714102023475794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6394mb0lI/AAAAAAAAAUY/RitneYvNYyw/s400/CIMG1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cupcakes for all of them! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr62pImb0hI/AAAAAAAAAT4/shSRk8vArvI/s1600-h/CIMG1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/65974110_e9b6b2301177596191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/CIMG2472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr63yImb0kI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/mI_vjhwIqSA/s1600-h/65974110_e9b6b2301177596191.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're forcing cupcakes onto christines breast. hah., &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/CIMG1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr63jImb0jI/AAAAAAAAAUI/AXJtgGfZZh8/s1600-h/CIMG2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr63VImb0iI/AAAAAAAAAUA/36e5UZMaG4w/s1600-h/CIMG1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/CIMG1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
christine: eh, karine's camera. everyone smile uh!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr62pImb0hI/AAAAAAAAAT4/shSRk8vArvI/s1600-h/CIMG1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;karine: my camera! everyone laugh happily! LAUGH!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i started laughing myself.. and they followed as well. my laughter is contagious &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr62NImb0gI/AAAAAAAAATw/GWOv9v-RYK4/s1600-h/CIMG1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097712164993225218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr62NImb0gI/AAAAAAAAATw/GWOv9v-RYK4/s400/CIMG1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Mala. cant tell that she's 28 right? she even has a daughter. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;



&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr619Ymb0fI/AAAAAAAAATo/xPkTZJuyw8g/s1600-h/CIMG1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097711894410285554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr619Ymb0fI/AAAAAAAAATo/xPkTZJuyw8g/s400/CIMG1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
sulaima.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr61yomb0eI/AAAAAAAAATg/EauyeVvYMrk/s1600-h/CIMG1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097711709726691810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr61yomb0eI/AAAAAAAAATg/EauyeVvYMrk/s400/CIMG1915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Nisa. i'll miss how cynthia and i traumatise her during our atachment. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr61momb0dI/AAAAAAAAATY/uSJVbeB52K4/s1600-h/CIMG1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097711503568261586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr61momb0dI/AAAAAAAAATY/uSJVbeB52K4/s400/CIMG1917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Jacqueline. Everything she says is funny. i never fail to laugh at her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr61c4mb0cI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9l4MDX7Nhd4/s1600-h/CIMG1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097711336064537026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr61c4mb0cI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9l4MDX7Nhd4/s400/CIMG1919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see where her hands are. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr61S4mb0bI/AAAAAAAAATI/84ky52hncv0/s1600-h/CIMG1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097711164265845170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr61S4mb0bI/AAAAAAAAATI/84ky52hncv0/s400/CIMG1920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's ivy. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr61IYmb0aI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ic0ib-5y2K0/s1600-h/CIMG1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097710983877218722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr61IYmb0aI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ic0ib-5y2K0/s400/CIMG1923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Fatimah. i call her fat for short. christine and i lurve to disturb her. she's super nice. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr607Imb0ZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/d1xM-ZDHPwI/s1600-h/CIMG1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097710756243952018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr607Imb0ZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/d1xM-ZDHPwI/s400/CIMG1964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
LuLu &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr60yImb0YI/AAAAAAAAASw/oOmx15ojBLY/s1600-h/CIMG1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097710601625129346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr60yImb0YI/AAAAAAAAASw/oOmx15ojBLY/s400/CIMG1958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
My project group. i'll miss how we always rush for deadlines and the bitching sessions we had. not forgeting the filming session! i havent been a great leader. thanks for accomodating my nonsense. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;top left: bee ching, cui cui, eswari, samantha.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom left: sulaima, karine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Es sent me a msg friday night.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dearest group members, final day of our academic career and our exams that comes to a pitstop. give ur best shot for the finals. i'm gona miss sulaima's naggings, our ever so ready bithching's activeness, and nt forgeting karine's laugher and cheerfulness which added to the entire fun. lol. sam's wierd psychic sumptoms. i will mis everything. i feel oriviledged to have known each and everyone of you. Love you guys. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lurve them too. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr60pYmb0XI/AAAAAAAAASo/Nxdl8dhxhDE/s1600-h/CIMG1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097710451301273970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr60pYmb0XI/AAAAAAAAASo/Nxdl8dhxhDE/s400/CIMG1932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my another clique &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6xKImb0WI/AAAAAAAAASg/HRsjykkelYo/s1600-h/CIMG2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097706615895478626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6xKImb0WI/AAAAAAAAASg/HRsjykkelYo/s400/CIMG2479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
top left: siyan, weilin, christine, karine, jie jun, marilyn

ft: shimin and cher. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6wj4mb0UI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DeuhdsgIhdA/s1600-h/CIMG1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097705958765482306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6wj4mb0UI/AAAAAAAAASQ/DeuhdsgIhdA/s400/CIMG1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
cher and i &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6pN4mb0TI/AAAAAAAAASI/xauwSTS0vhU/s1600-h/CIMG1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097697884226965810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6pN4mb0TI/AAAAAAAAASI/xauwSTS0vhU/s400/CIMG1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;marilyn and i &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6o-omb0SI/AAAAAAAAASA/n9NGcEmIuAs/s1600-h/CIMG1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097697622233960738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6o-omb0SI/AAAAAAAAASA/n9NGcEmIuAs/s400/CIMG1939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shimin &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6ot4mb0RI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_Jx7aSA2gqM/s1600-h/CIMG1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097697334471151890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6ot4mb0RI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_Jx7aSA2gqM/s400/CIMG1940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jie jun &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6odYmb0QI/AAAAAAAAARw/NTuwOL0zC7s/s1600-h/CIMG1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097697051003310338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6odYmb0QI/AAAAAAAAARw/NTuwOL0zC7s/s400/CIMG1942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;siyan &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6m54mb0PI/AAAAAAAAARo/NdvG6tvNwiA/s1600-h/CIMG1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097695341606326514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6m54mb0PI/AAAAAAAAARo/NdvG6tvNwiA/s400/CIMG1944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weilin. i'm taller than her. SERIOUS !

&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ha bloody Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;&lt;/span&gt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6lpomb0OI/AAAAAAAAARg/X_8HXhwzXMU/s1600-h/CIMG1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097693962921824482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6lpomb0OI/AAAAAAAAARg/X_8HXhwzXMU/s400/CIMG1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my levely clique of friends. i lurve them. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6lX4mb0NI/AAAAAAAAARY/-OPTRW63mMs/s1600-h/CIMG1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097693657979146450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6lX4mb0NI/AAAAAAAAARY/-OPTRW63mMs/s400/CIMG1930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sorry. we're not ready. Ha... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6kJImb0LI/AAAAAAAAARI/PUjUad8AyyE/s1600-h/CIMG1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097692305064448178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6kJImb0LI/AAAAAAAAARI/PUjUad8AyyE/s400/CIMG1931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there much better.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the left: christine, karine, judith and ivy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6jg4mb0KI/AAAAAAAAARA/ub7hado28oU/s1600-h/CIMG2475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097691613574713506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6jg4mb0KI/AAAAAAAAARA/ub7hado28oU/s400/CIMG2475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097692648661831874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6kdImb0MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9k7C-Xg_KFg/s400/CIMG1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;: DDDDD &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6jOomb0JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZAglx8wFTuA/s1600-h/CIMG2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097691300042100882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6jOomb0JI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZAglx8wFTuA/s400/CIMG2476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6i-4mb0II/AAAAAAAAAQw/piN5gIouW1w/s1600-h/CIMG1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097691029459161218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6i-4mb0II/AAAAAAAAAQw/piN5gIouW1w/s400/CIMG1949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Bug and Kar.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6ih4mb0HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mcgfmL9pd8g/s1600-h/CIMG2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097690531242954866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6ih4mb0HI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mcgfmL9pd8g/s400/CIMG2447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We got cupcakes for the class! each with their own names written on it.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6iRImb0GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8joxZW89lVA/s1600-h/CIMG2452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097690243480146018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6iRImb0GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8joxZW89lVA/s400/CIMG2452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; keng soon. mr nice guy in class.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6h-Imb0FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sa9QG9E7zIo/s1600-h/CIMG2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097689917062631506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6h-Imb0FI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sa9QG9E7zIo/s400/CIMG2453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Lovely. I mean me. Lol. jk. i mean the both of us.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6hkomb0EI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wNog19jIMp0/s1600-h/CIMG1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097689478975967298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6hkomb0EI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wNog19jIMp0/s400/CIMG1947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
MINE!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6hPImb0DI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0P_BuIX0RBo/s1600-h/CIMG1957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097689109608779826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6hPImb0DI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0P_BuIX0RBo/s400/CIMG1957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
the ladybird is damn cute i tell you. Anyway, can you tell it's a ladybird? oh well, nvm. : )

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6gZomb0BI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iny_hBV6zrQ/s1600-h/CIMG1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097688190485778450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr6gZomb0BI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iny_hBV6zrQ/s400/CIMG1953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Roars* oh. did i scare you? ahaha
&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-1195420437625855835?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/1195420437625855835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=1195420437625855835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1195420437625855835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1195420437625855835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-did-this-for-judith-and-ivy.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rr64Lomb0mI/AAAAAAAAAUg/av8p3E1Ou3w/s72-c/CIMG2435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-7640979944441444265</id><published>2007-08-10T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097081960146915282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rrx5CYmbz9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Fiolp1HWcM0/s400/CIMG2472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rrx5cYmbz-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1fwpCnIiT-g/s1600-h/CIMG1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097082406823514082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rrx5cYmbz-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1fwpCnIiT-g/s400/CIMG1910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;i am sad and depressed right now. i just ended my 3 years of academic in NYP. though not officially, but i wont be seeing my dear clasmates anymore. actually i wanted to blog. i wanted share my feelings. but i dont have the mood to do so right now. and i took toones of pics today.

&lt;p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;

christine and i gave everyone cupcakes with cute ladybirds on a flower and their names on it.

&lt;p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;

we did a photoframe for judith and ivy.

&lt;p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;

i lurve my class. i lurve my school. i lurve my classmates. i lurve my clique of friends. but i lurve my best friend christine more.

&lt;p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;

something's wrong with me today. i cant seem to blog fluently. i cant seem to convey what i'm trying to say properly. mabbez i'm tired.

&lt;p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I'm anal. Simple things she says makes my tears flow like hell. i hope i can stop being so emo. and only she understands how i feel. remember the things i told you just now pongs. and mother's even writing this line makes my eyes well up with tears.

&lt;p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;

i should go. my eyes are irritating me. perhaps i'll blog about today. perhaps i will not. i might be posting up pictures. : )

&lt;p&gt;

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why does separation seem so hard to overcome?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-7640979944441444265?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7640979944441444265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=7640979944441444265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7640979944441444265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7640979944441444265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-sad-and-depressed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rrx5CYmbz9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Fiolp1HWcM0/s72-c/CIMG2472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-3506305262885187479</id><published>2007-07-29T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:38.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rqwjb4mbz7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WjTZUJnbzvo/s1600-h/73975406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092484240606220210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rqwjb4mbz7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WjTZUJnbzvo/s400/73975406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;i heart butterflies. : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-3506305262885187479?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/3506305262885187479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=3506305262885187479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3506305262885187479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3506305262885187479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-heart-butterflies.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rqwjb4mbz7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/WjTZUJnbzvo/s72-c/73975406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-7530915946270963060</id><published>2007-07-26T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:16:24.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i went to school feeling extremely tired as usual. Despite skipping management in the morning. Hah. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Then i received 2 orange boxes from christine, holding doughnuts from famous Doughnut Factory that i've been craving for long time ago. She skipped lectures in the morning just to get doughnuts and toothbrushes from MUJI. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

She queued for 2 hours just to lay her hands on the yummy doughnuts. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Simple sweet gestures by her always make my day. She's Lovely. And i told her She's as sweet as the doughnuts. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-7530915946270963060?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7530915946270963060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=7530915946270963060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7530915946270963060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7530915946270963060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-went-to-school-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-6878386263058656878</id><published>2007-07-20T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:51:54.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently i've included writing poems as one of my hobby. Though some of them turned out pretty crappy. Especially the one i wrote last minute when i gave christine the swarovski crystal on tuesday. Hay but it rhymes ok! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I've got another one to share. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I wish ... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

You happiness on a Sunny day&lt;br /&gt;
Blue skies to chase your cares and worries away&lt;br /&gt;
A breath of crisp fresh air when your feeling down&lt;br /&gt;
I would do anything to get rid of that frown&lt;br /&gt;
Sprinkle of rain&lt;br /&gt;
And a life free of pain&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you warmth from the rays of sun&lt;br /&gt;
And a lifetime of joy and fun&lt;br /&gt;
Just keep those eyes to the sky&lt;br /&gt;
And know that i am always nearby. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Today's 20-07-2007. Great date. Hope you guys spent your day meaningfuly. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

P.s : this poem is for you christine. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Lots of lurve and funny faces from me. : ))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-6878386263058656878?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6878386263058656878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=6878386263058656878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6878386263058656878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6878386263058656878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/07/recently-ive-included-writing-poems-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-7283887385578786641</id><published>2007-07-12T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:38.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Win liao. &lt;br /&gt;
I have an ugly toe now. &lt;br /&gt;

It hurts and i cant bend it. &lt;br /&gt;

I wonder if it's fractured. &lt;br /&gt;

I walk with a subtly funny gait now. &lt;br /&gt;

My toe's in cool tone of purple and red now. Her purple and my red. &lt;br /&gt;

She has offered to bring ZAM BAK tomorrow to redeem her mistake and to relieve her guilt. &lt;br /&gt;

My injured toe thus boosts my courage on wearing flip-flops, birks to school subtracting the fear of getting booked. Cz I'll just tell the lecturers in a fearless manner that i hurt my toe. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'll show you how ugly it is. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;



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Damn it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

Eh, eh, eh... christine, buy toothbrushes for me hor.. date due alrd hor. : D &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

Despite the injuries she caused me, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

To know that others might have walked a similar road may not make the difficulties of the journey easier, but should give us hope &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

: )


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No. Dont remind me that my face's fat/fatter. I KNOW THAT LAKS OK! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="mailto:#@$&amp;@$"&gt;#@$&amp;amp;@$&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;



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I LURVE HIMMMMM...

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-8905597119881634356?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/8905597119881634356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=8905597119881634356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8905597119881634356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8905597119881634356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/07/nothing-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RpCiqXuiNTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OMh3ZU6s4uY/s72-c/CIMG1797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-8257699380119395135</id><published>2007-07-08T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:29:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Courage does not always roar.
&lt;br /&gt;
More often it is the quiet voice that whispers at the end of the day
&lt;br /&gt;
'i will try again tomorrow.' &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Christine, Courage doesnt always roar. It's ok to stumble and feel down once or twice along the way. It's fine. As long as you know your way. As long as you pick yourself up along the way. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes, there are things that you think it's redundant. I believe these ran across the minds countless of times.

"There's no need to tell him/her about it. He/she will know how i feel. We've been together for so long. She/ he will surely understand." &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

"Very paiseh. better dont say. It'll be embarrassing." &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

etc etc. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And you ended up hiding thoughts and feelings away from the person. : / &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


And no. They wont how you feel unless you tell'em so. Dont assume.

Well, at least, i didnt know how much of a motivation i was to pongs untill yesterday. I didnt know i could make someone so happy everyday. Hah. I didnt know i was so loved by her either. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh christine~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And yea. Guys are idiotic. they're always constantly restraining themselves. B'cz of their big ego. Which i think is total crap. You dont say it now you think next time you'll have chance to say it meh? Chee~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

nuff said.k bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-8257699380119395135?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/8257699380119395135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=8257699380119395135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8257699380119395135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8257699380119395135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/07/courage-does-not-always-roar.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-5560468607428226647</id><published>2007-07-07T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:12:09.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>: )))) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Quote of the day for her! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Look to this day. &lt;br /&gt;

For yesterday is but a dream &lt;br /&gt;

And tomorrow only a vision. &lt;br /&gt;

But today well lived, &lt;br /&gt;

Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and &lt;br /&gt;

Every tomorrow a vision of hope." &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

: D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I hope you understand the meaning behind it. And i read it. You made my day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-5560468607428226647?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/5560468607428226647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=5560468607428226647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5560468607428226647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5560468607428226647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/07/quote-of-day-for-her-look-to-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-6296139998181053270</id><published>2007-07-03T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:23:29.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh, i realised i didnt blog yesterday. : D  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Oh. she made me cry today. -.- &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Anyway, &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

When you have come to the edge of all the light you have, &lt;br /&gt;
and must take a step into the darkness of the unknown, &lt;br /&gt;
Believe that one of two things will happen to you: Either there will be something solid for you to stand on, &lt;br /&gt;
or, &lt;br /&gt;
You will be taught how to fly. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

He Xian Gu! bring me with you when you've learnt how to fly! ; ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Oh. and regarding the msg just now, i lurve you too. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-6296139998181053270?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6296139998181053270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=6296139998181053270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6296139998181053270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6296139998181053270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/07/eh-i-realised-i-didnt-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-7359264654504540011</id><published>2007-07-01T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:48:35.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's tear shaped moments slip away like pearls to death's hands. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

In other words, you will soon find out tt everything is just a horrible nightmare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Countless of times. We ask you to be strong and said we'll be there for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Believe the truth. We'll really be there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

: D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Hang on my dear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-7359264654504540011?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7359264654504540011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=7359264654504540011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7359264654504540011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7359264654504540011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifes-tear-shaped-moments-slip-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-5102213173469140219</id><published>2007-06-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:04:23.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Truth are often heartless and cold. It often dawn on us when we're least expecting it and throws us back to the cruel reality again. It's like when you're trapped in the darkness, suddenly you thought you saw some light right in front of you. Suddenly it disappears and you are being reminded that you're trapped in the darknes again. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



Anyway, this post is dedicated to her. The bravest girl. The nicest smile i've seen so far.The lovable one. The one who'll Pei4 he2 me in whatever i do. The one who never fails to bring me laughter. The one i truely love. The one i truely regard as BEST FRIEND. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



I hope you read it pong pong. And thus find courage to deal with what is to come in the future. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



Just want to tell you that whatever has happened to you has made you a special girl. You're different. It's a test that you're gona go through. And someday, we're all going to experience it eventually. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

It's ok to cry in front of me. You can let down your guard and just be youself in front of me. Just because you're with me.I'll hide your tear-stained face away from others i promise. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

When you're tired, lean onto me. I'll provide warmth and keep others away from you if you would like some peace. I can do it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

From today onwards, i'm going to post some encouraging quotes to encourage her and give her hope. Pongs, i hope you read it everyday. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-5102213173469140219?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/5102213173469140219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=5102213173469140219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5102213173469140219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/5102213173469140219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/06/truth-are-often-heartless-and-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-6821652696375066086</id><published>2007-06-17T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:08:59.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, i went CWP yesterday for dinner at soup restaurant. Their soups are oh-so-ever-nice. And since the moment i alighted from the train, i've been grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. Even waiting for SQ for nearly 45 minutes didnt at all ruin my good mood. Well, perhaps it did when i thought of my colleague's intolerable attitude. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

About some random stuffs at home. My house's kitchen has been infested with ants!!! And i''ve been killing hundreds of them! I think ultimately, i'm still going to hell despite the constant helping of blind to get to their destination and giving up seats in public transport etc. Or mabez i'll become a small tiny little soldier ant the next life. Or perhaps the next. And the next, and the next or mabbez all the way. And when heaven is kind to me, they'll promote my status to an ant general after being a soldier ant for 3 consecutive lifetime. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Oh back to my divagation. I was happily rolling the rubberband off the honeystar's wrapper when i saw a few ants crawling on the wrapper obviously gan jiong cz i already found out they've been stealing my stars. When i looked inside, to my horror, i saw a lot of them. And it's A LOT OF THEM! So i threw the whole damn pack away and no more honey stars sunday for me. : ( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

So now, i'm drinking milk instead. : /&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-6821652696375066086?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6821652696375066086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=6821652696375066086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6821652696375066086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6821652696375066086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-went-cwp-yesterday-for-dinner-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-3959559601394872220</id><published>2007-06-15T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T12:03:11.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have this slight excitement which i cant quite contain right now. Perhaps it's because i'm going back to CAUSEWAY POINT tomorrow. I'm having a dinner date with shiqi. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Oh no wait. Dont roll our eyes. If you havent known, i havent been back to CWP for a year plus (since i moved). And mother's ( direct translation from chinese) , i miss the mall so so much. By the way, that was where i idle my time everyday after school back then. Shops seemed interesting then, despite the visits made several times a week. We never seemed to get bored of the food, the shops etc. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And yea, i'm going to raid and invade all the shops on tomorrow. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-3959559601394872220?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/3959559601394872220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=3959559601394872220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3959559601394872220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3959559601394872220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-this-slight-excitement-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-3991686325198983316</id><published>2007-06-10T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:40.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;This is the last Semester that i'll be spending in school. And next sem, we'll be having our atachments for 3 months which i kinda dread. I love my school, i love studying, i love my course, i love my class i love my classmates ( though some of them are really irritating.), and most imprtantly, i love christine. : ) And seriously speaking, i cant seem to bear leaving everything now. I guess everyone hopes time stops here? Or mabbez not.
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well. Lemme post some over due pictures.
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BINENE TIME!!!
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&lt;div&gt;Hei hei. And on thursday, we had napfa test. Uptill now i'm still having body ache. ARGH..
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074403594941005282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RmvnLytsfeI/AAAAAAAAANw/cM4nYbhC030/s400/compile.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-3991686325198983316?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/3991686325198983316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=3991686325198983316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3991686325198983316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3991686325198983316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-last-semester-that-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/Rmvg3CtsfdI/AAAAAAAAANo/e8j6Cc_LJ8Q/s72-c/do+do+do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-6390655140366101833</id><published>2007-05-24T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:10:56.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you notice that my recent posts have no pictures at all? Well, all credits go to my laziness and my spoilt com. &lt;p&gt;
GAH~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i've been telling everyone i knew i wanted to get a MacBook. It's even on my wishist! But it's kinda ex and considering the factors that some sites and programes dont support Mac OS at all, and most of the people are using Windows though MacBook is super chio. Or mabbez i should just follow the crowd and get a boring notebook with some boring windows programe installed in it. Then i'll surf the net, pia for project with eyelids half closed and yawn at every minute passed by. Cz everything's sucha bore. : l &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And, are you listening to the music played n my blog? i thought it kinda fits into the world we're living in right now.A Materialistic world with materialistic people who go after brands etc etc. I'm not trying to imply on anything, nor am i trying to say that i am NOT materialistic. Plus, the music's kinda catchy. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


I HEART JACK JOHNSON!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and i'm eating this red bean soup with red beans in them that are as hard as pebbles. i choked on a teeny weeny part that got detached by my molars from the whole damn bean. Beans are cute. : D i will update again .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-6390655140366101833?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6390655140366101833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=6390655140366101833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6390655140366101833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6390655140366101833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/05/did-you-notice-that-my-recent-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-8704223875430665003</id><published>2007-05-20T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:34:25.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The result suggests that you're a pink spuiggle. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Spuiggles are witty creative and impulsive. Spuiggles are quite eccentric, do not thrive on routine and are very quickly bored. You are spontaneous and fun, always looking to the future. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Spuiggles are extremely extrovert and love new people and new experiences. You are intuitive and popular in social situations and can be relied upon to bring party to life. Your extreme right-brained approach means you always need new challenges which can be both exciting and exhausting for those around you. This also means you are not always predictable or dependable. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

In work, Spuiggles thrive on change and new situations. However, you have been known to drive colleages crazy. You are easily distracted and need to learn to focus on tasks and see them through to their conclusion. On the other hand, your inquisitive nature and propensity to ask WHY? can generate new and exciting big ideas and stimulate debates. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Dont give up on the big ideas and the dreams, but dont be suprised if those around you simply cant keep up with you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Your colour is pink. traditionally the colour of feminity. Pink denotes a sensitive and caring side to your personality. the colour pink adds  great deal of warmth to your sometimes over-impulsive nature. Finally you can be a bit of worrier aound the edges and this can even spill over into worying about your health. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;



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"=_blank&gt;BUPA personality test*&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-8704223875430665003?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/8704223875430665003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=8704223875430665003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8704223875430665003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8704223875430665003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-465274914300030515</id><published>2007-05-01T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:12:03.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so brave. i cant believe it. I've did it before april ends. : D Though the reply wasnt what i wanted. I feel instantly relaxed. I'm afraid if some car hit me today, 1st may, you'll never know anything that's being buried down. And my sister and my mom wont know how much i loved them. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Super shuang can, i'm using my sisters Mac Book now, and she's not at home. im going to get one too. Near future. : DDD &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And i reckon i should stop being so emotional. I should stop having 'wet-eyes' and 'acidic nose'. The other night, my sis and i were talking to each other, just before we turned in. talking in pitch darkness about our problems, my future, her wedding etc. And, i told her i love her. Fucking pai seh can. And with no apparent reason, i teared. YES. i feel tears rolling down. Super 'wo nang' OH~ i guess that's because i havent told old anyone i loved them and meant it so much. And On Saturday, i tagged along with her to try on her wedding gowns. Her friends mentioned about me being super duper happy because my sis's getting married and thus i can finally have a room all to myself. Then i popped a question to one of her female friend. &lt;p&gt;

" Do you have a sister? Be it younger or elder?" &lt;p&gt;

" No. I dont. Only have a elder brother." &lt;p&gt;

" Then you wont know how i feel and what i am feeling now."&lt;p&gt;

Imagine, a beloved sister, closest friend, private confidante, an adviser, a fear neutralising machine. She meant more than that. It just wont be the same anymore. I'm sad not because she's going to bring the damn moutain of clothes, bags and shoes over. But it's the presence and warmth will no longer be felt beside me. I dont know if all of you got what i mean. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

But things wont last forever right? even diamonds tarnish over time. ( oh i love diamonds) We're gona die someday. : / Everyone's gona leave. Therefore, we should cherish what we hav now and hold it tight. ( cliche : / ) Yea. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

What are the grudges that cant be solved? Tell me! Dont laugh at me for being naive and my stupidity. Cz, that's what makes a kind-hearted karine. Chee~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

signing off hons. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-465274914300030515?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/465274914300030515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=465274914300030515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/465274914300030515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/465274914300030515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-so-brave.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-4167636900135562694</id><published>2007-04-24T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:56:38.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>koo koo... bird. ahaha..

oh.. yes sch has started. And i am enjoying every single day. I HEART GOING TO SCHOOL !!

I think my project group members are crazy. They actually voted me as the sub group's leader. Which means, i will have to Bao Ga liao for everything. And, we're taking 7 modules this sem. Someone please stab me to death now. They know that i am super irresponsible, disorganised and so not serious in my work. I think they want to fail their modules and repeat this sem. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Just last thursday, i almost fainted and rot on the spot. leaders got so many things to take note of lor. Like the up coming presentations ( they are not projects. Just presentations) for different modules, different date dues for assignments on different modules, and of course our ICAs ( projects). I tell you i really almost cried last thursday. So many things to note down. So many changes last minute. I kept getting confused despite the fact that the main leader kept on repeating the date dues for different things on different modules to me. She even half-hugged me asking me not to be too stressed. ( so nice.) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Due to my carelessness by nature, i double confirmed a again and again before putting my heart at ease. you know sometimes i feel like cursing and swearing. TAMADE. there i just did. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i'm trying my best to be a responsible and good leader. Making sure that every members are motivated and doesnt feel left out. Actually being a leader's quite 'shuang' too. They'll ask for your opinion in everything. I feel involved. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

My group members told me that they've never seen me so serious before. i guess i've never too! ahaha.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

ahahahahaha... Please help me pray to Allah. Hope i make an excellent group leader and i want to score well in all the modules!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

RAISED GPA, here i come !!! Weee...

GoGoGo uh.. bye..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-4167636900135562694?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/4167636900135562694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=4167636900135562694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/4167636900135562694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/4167636900135562694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/04/koo-koo.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-1336270443814653681</id><published>2007-04-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:49:27.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because i'm angry, therefore, there will not be any spacing or paragraphing in the post. Cz i am angry. Let me rant. thank you. You know how infuriating it is when you are rushing for time and the person standing in front of you on a escalator just doesnt budge? And because of that DAMN BLOODY selfish person, you missed your train. It's not like as if there are people in front. But hello?!
There wasnt any single soul standing in front of that person. And it's TAMADE peak hour. People behind me rushing to go home or off to other places ok! Si inconsiderate, ungentlemanly asshole. Choke up the whole damn column. Wa piang. *angry* Or sometimes, when the escalator is about to end, the damn person in front of you takes his/her time to sashay their way off the big metal part of the escalator, causing people behind to have no where to move. Inconsiderate bastards. i dont know if you know what i meant. Perhaps you've never taken trains before. Or may be you're one of those assholes i am talking about. Please be considerate. when the excalator belt is about to end, take bigger steps and get off the end! And move to the left if you are not rushing for time!! i've said my piece. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-1336270443814653681?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/1336270443814653681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=1336270443814653681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1336270443814653681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1336270443814653681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/04/because-im-angry-therefore-there-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-8443751430815625157</id><published>2007-04-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:50:24.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confirm liao. Lao niang has Conjunctivitis. I told Dr MOK about my eye condition yesterday. Straight away she wore her mask and avoided my gaze. Practical. Lol.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conjunctivitis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.

Let me explain what it is.

&lt;strong&gt;Conjunctiva&lt;/strong&gt; is the layer of epithelium(membrane tissue) covering the inner surfaces of the eyelids and a little on the outer surface of the eye (i think up to the lashline there only.), extending it's way to the edges of cornea.Conjunctiva contains lots of nerve endings which is very sensitive to pain and irritation.

So, Conjuctivitis means, damage or irritation is being caused to the conjunctival surfaces. Layman term, we call it inflammation of the eye. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Simple and interesting right? Bio is so interesting. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

OK. So today's my elder brother Johnson's 23rd birthday. I wish him luck in everything he does. : ) . &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-8443751430815625157?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/8443751430815625157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=8443751430815625157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8443751430815625157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8443751430815625157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/04/confirm-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-259350635717394139</id><published>2007-03-19T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T23:48:09.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for a blog that's such a let down. I've been uber busy. I swear! i dont even have time to floss my teeth! Heh. Ok i'm joking. i still do. Just not as often.


(laughs) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Dont Eee ok. Some of you dont even floss. Dirty fellows. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
*smirks* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Alright. To save everyone's time, i'll cram everything that had happened, from Chinese New Year till then. Bear with me. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

So, This year's chinese new year wasnt like past few years. Cz, i had to mug hard for my bloody exam. Which ruined the whole festive mood. But it can never douse the spirit i have for Gambling! From Bridge to Big 2 to Blackjack. Heh. Won quite a lot too. : D

All thanks to the skills my beloved brothers and sister imparted onto me that made me a &lt;strong&gt;Gamble Queen&lt;/strong&gt; today. Perhaps i should change the heading of my blog. From &lt;strong&gt;Drama Queen&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Gamble Queen&lt;/strong&gt;. Sounds not bad eh? &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I tell you. I'm so heng until lao sai can?! In the game of Blackjack, i can get &lt;strong&gt;BAN LAK &amp; BAN BAN&lt;/strong&gt; for a few times lor!! This occurrence has never happened to me in the past before. So there's only 2 possibility. Either this year i &lt;strong&gt;'zou gou shi yun'&lt;/strong&gt; ( direct translation: walk dog shit luck aka damn lucky), or i'm just plain skillful. So next time gamble can &lt;strong&gt;'TA'&lt;/strong&gt; me. I'll sure help you win a lot of money. Yea~ or i should start collecting commission next year. For example, i will collect A dollar from the people who '&lt;strong&gt;TA' &lt;/strong&gt;me for every 2 bucks made. Or better still, 50-50. Yea, that should be the case. WAhahaha... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

My sis is playing a sexily nice song from her Mc book now. Suddenly feel like going to the beach. With someone i love perhaps. Then, we'll just have some candlelight dinner on a deserted shore. Like what they always shows in the movies. Or we can just walk along the coast, or gaze at the blinking stars till we turn blind. No exchange of conversation is needed. Just the presence of one another. Oh if that really happens, i dont care if the next minute Tsunami comes and swallow me up. B'cz i would probably have no regrets. Oh mabbez there is. i should have shed a few pounds before meeting the king of immortals. : / &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

oh well, just some random thoughts. I was told by my frens that i am incredibly imaginative. Heh. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

LOL. I appologise for my digression. ; ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where was i? Oh yea. And Rank took me to the Pierside kitchen&amp;amp;bar someday after Chinese New Year. Nice place. The food was superb. Excellent service, great ambience because the restaurant was situated along the bay. The music that they played suited the atmosphere nicely. Just that from time to time, we could hear trails and echos of Chinese New Year songs sung by some people across the bay. : D
We even savoured around 10 minutes of fireworks, at the end of our dessert. That night was the Best dinner i've ever had for this year so far. heh. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thanks Rank for the present too. : ) Love it! he got me a swarovski violin. Super nice. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, it was my cousin's 21st birthday few weeks ago. Time flies. I could still remember the times we used to play 'Pepsi cola 1,2,3', 'building cube houses using the detachable sofas', ' Will you lend me a corner Mr wolf' and the silly old games which never failed to bring smiles to our sweaty innocent faces. We used to be so close to one another. So close. Excitement always filled our little hearts when we knew that there was gathering around the weekends. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just last week, i got a golden ticket to the Grand opening of St James. : ) Bellini room was nice. Bellini cocktail was even nicer ! heh. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something's wrong with blogger. Or may be it's my com. i cant seem to load the tonns of pics that i took. i shall end here i guess. My eyes have been itching since pass few weeks and i have no idea why. Most probably turning blind because i kept on telling my friends about the Chen Wei Lian's joke. May be it's eye infection due to the contact lenses that i wear. So recently, i dont wear my lenses nor my glasses. So, if you see me on street, and i have no response, please dont be pissed. I didnt act Dao. Just that i couldnt see you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-259350635717394139?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/259350635717394139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=259350635717394139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/259350635717394139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/259350635717394139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-sorry-for-blog-thats-such-let-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-7884911545198998769</id><published>2007-03-05T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:26:02.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i WILL update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-7884911545198998769?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/7884911545198998769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=7884911545198998769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7884911545198998769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/7884911545198998769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-will-update-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-8644050214467083362</id><published>2007-02-05T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:01:14.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELATED! JUBILANT !! EUPHORIC !!! SUPER DUPER HAPPY !!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i might be visiting dear London and should be stopping by PARIS!!! for a day or two. I'm blessed. It must be because of the birdshit that landed on my leg the other time that brought me luck. ; )
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If that's the case, oh please, shower me with bird faeces rain everyday!! ( erm, at a second thought, i take back my words. : D ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DUM DEE DEE DUM : DDDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-8644050214467083362?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/8644050214467083362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=8644050214467083362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8644050214467083362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8644050214467083362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-elated-jubilant-euphoric-super-duper_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-669290806775175546</id><published>2007-01-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:34:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opposite sexes can never become best of friends. Or, allow me to correct myself. RARE! &lt;br /&gt;
: / &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Sorry. No offence. Not directing to anyone. Just some random thoughts.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-669290806775175546?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/669290806775175546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=669290806775175546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/669290806775175546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/669290806775175546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/01/opposite-sexes-can-never-become-best-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-1511956020423635737</id><published>2007-01-21T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:40.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbM2xETcVhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/y4bKYZ_EkAE/s1600-h/CIMG0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022418226045015570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbM2xETcVhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/y4bKYZ_EkAE/s400/CIMG0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;So christine and i went to attend a musical performance yesterday at the Drama Centre.^_^ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Forbidden Chestnuts Portrait Of A Brokeback Geisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, starring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HOSSAN LEONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Jonathan Lim, Rodney Oliveiro and Judy Ngo. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, have you not guessed the reason why i am so excited about the Musical, have you? Well, cz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOSSAN LEONG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; in the house. Yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: P &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the name suggests, the play was about everything. From &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Forbidden City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that we caught late last year, advertisements, movies, novels to the different musicals that have been played over the decades etc.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fabulous i tell you. The way they presented everything in a light-hearted tone was reciprocated by the audiences' laughters and applause. Just that some parts of the musical left me a little out of place. Mainly because i wasnt exposed to that particular musical or novel that they were talking about. So i had no idea what the hell are they trying to say. Lol...  : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some scenes were particularly R-rated lor. lol.. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tent Scenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.(i know christine loves them. ; P ) Lol.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we ended the night at Lau Pa Sat for some light supper before heading home. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, who wana catch the musical &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dissociative Identity Disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ?? : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-1511956020423635737?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/1511956020423635737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=1511956020423635737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1511956020423635737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1511956020423635737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-christine-and-i-went-to-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbM2xETcVhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/y4bKYZ_EkAE/s72-c/CIMG0593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-6549983406320509423</id><published>2007-01-01T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:41.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbNGLETcVmI/AAAAAAAAANI/Zj8GR-WthxA/s1600-h/CIMG0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022435165396031074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbNGLETcVmI/AAAAAAAAANI/Zj8GR-WthxA/s400/CIMG0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbNDKkTcVlI/AAAAAAAAANA/Hc9szFjdeo8/s1600-h/CIMG0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022431858271213138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbNDKkTcVlI/AAAAAAAAANA/Hc9szFjdeo8/s400/CIMG0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benji's other partner besides eng kiam.Glenn's another party too. So, as a whole, Glenn, Zach and benji are involve in this sticky love triangle thing. And he's doing it behind Eng Kiam.(poor eng kiam. : ( .  ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbNAt0TcVkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/M5rzPSjep7E/s1600-h/CIMG0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022429165326718530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbNAt0TcVkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/M5rzPSjep7E/s400/CIMG0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Rank, who's ever so caring and considerate and Zach, my brother's bunkmate. See we're connected somehow. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbM_x0TcVjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/q_l3ZrqdX-w/s1600-h/CIMG0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022428134534567474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbM_x0TcVjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/q_l3ZrqdX-w/s400/CIMG0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Jenson, Glenn's flen. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbM_BETcViI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PQJxMaxaeds/s1600-h/CIMG0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022427297015944738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbM_BETcViI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PQJxMaxaeds/s400/CIMG0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Ok. So today's the last day of 2006. &lt;br /&gt;
So much had happened over the year. &lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to reflect and set resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; But lazy to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps next entry or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiring week it had been. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X'mas celebration, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chalet on thu and fri, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fren's bdae bash on sat, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met benji's forum friends (they were super friendly and Great!! ) 2dae to count down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cousin's bdae party tmr. : ) &lt;br /&gt;
i shall update again. &lt;br /&gt;
buh bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-6549983406320509423?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6549983406320509423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=6549983406320509423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6549983406320509423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6549983406320509423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RbNGLETcVmI/AAAAAAAAANI/Zj8GR-WthxA/s72-c/CIMG0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-1164001315582502143</id><published>2006-12-29T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:47.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how much i love december and detest it at the same time? Ok i am contradicting myself. Allow me to explain. The reason for liking it so much, must be the cool chilly weather, the festive seasons and not forgetting my birthday. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

The reason for detesting it? You indulge in every shopping sprees that you feel like having. Splurge munificently on every single thing that comes your way thinking that they are inevitable. These lead to the undernourished account figures. : (
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i am going to cry. : (((  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

HALEP! Halep me! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Alright. So i just got back from chalet with my dears. : ) &lt;br /&gt;
You know, sometimes it's so heart-warming when you know that no matter what happens out there, you have these bunch of familiar faces with you at the end of the day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I shant say anymore. Let me show you the tonns of pics we took. And trust me, they are only a quater of them here. : )

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUqBm1RcmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ktabpmJlKHc/s1600-h/CIMG0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013959967239139938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUqBm1RcmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ktabpmJlKHc/s400/CIMG0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;
It's so frustrating when your friends get obsessed in certain hobby and does it for almost 24 hours. We just checked in to the chalet and they started strumming their guitars. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( note: 3+ in the afternoon) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;

&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUpIG1RclI/AAAAAAAAALw/nBQSVnjqpKE/s1600-h/CIMG0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013958979396661842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUpIG1RclI/AAAAAAAAALw/nBQSVnjqpKE/s400/CIMG0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we came back from dinner, they resumed their activities. I suspect it has became a necessity for them. As if without holding the guitar for a sec, they'll die from suffocation. It has thus became their activity of daily living. It's essential to them!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUnqm1RckI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZS_SOegmqAM/s1600-h/CIMG0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013957373078893122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUnqm1RckI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZS_SOegmqAM/s400/CIMG0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up till 3 plus in the morning, they're still playing! How i wished i was kidding. But apparently i am not. They are totally obsessed. Jelly got frustrated and threatened to throw pillow at them if they refuse to stop. &lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUlj21RcjI/AAAAAAAAALg/q_kUygX3Ca0/s1600-h/CIMG0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013955058091520562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUlj21RcjI/AAAAAAAAALg/q_kUygX3Ca0/s400/CIMG0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like her expression. Super cute. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUkwm1RciI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZJKlKmAmIXw/s1600-h/CIMG0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013954177623224866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUkwm1RciI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZJKlKmAmIXw/s400/CIMG0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUjzm1RchI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Ub2T7nxgxoA/s1600-h/CIMG0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013953129651204626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUjzm1RchI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Ub2T7nxgxoA/s400/CIMG0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: ))))))))) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUiEW1RcgI/AAAAAAAAALI/B5VZIoQgTaE/s1600-h/CIMG0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013951218390757890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUiEW1RcgI/AAAAAAAAALI/B5VZIoQgTaE/s400/CIMG0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's edible! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUemW1RcfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DEuXp7p5CXo/s1600-h/CIMG0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013947404459799026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUemW1RcfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DEuXp7p5CXo/s400/CIMG0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: X &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUdV21RceI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4Fw56JeUrIY/s1600-h/CIMG0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013946021480329698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUdV21RceI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4Fw56JeUrIY/s400/CIMG0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: )))))))))))  It just so happened that we both wore yellow on the 1st day and black on the 2nd. And yes, wad a coincidence, : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUai21RcdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gVkpPG6fTR8/s1600-h/CIMG0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013942946283745746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUai21RcdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gVkpPG6fTR8/s400/CIMG0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were some misunderstandings. But now it has been cleared, i still love her. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUYPm1RccI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0c0ur-o61wU/s1600-h/CIMG0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013940416548008386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUYPm1RccI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0c0ur-o61wU/s400/CIMG0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i told you she's my all time &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;FAV &lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZURLG1RcbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ym_SZhMazwQ/s1600-h/CIMG0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013932642657202610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZURLG1RcbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ym_SZhMazwQ/s400/CIMG0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUQPm1RcaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9zIPrF6IC8w/s1600-h/CIMG0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013931620454986146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUQPm1RcaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9zIPrF6IC8w/s400/CIMG0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told you they are gays. Poor jun xiang. : (  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet he felt negleted throughout. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUNbm1RcZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iljW4u1id3o/s1600-h/CIMG0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013928528078533010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUNbm1RcZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iljW4u1id3o/s400/CIMG0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUKm21RcYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pLqeKWIxT0s/s1600-h/CIMG0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013925422817177986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUKm21RcYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pLqeKWIxT0s/s400/CIMG0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benji tried to come into the pic. I was threatening him you see. hehe. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUJ0W1RcXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/D3CiBs8-1Og/s1600-h/CIMG0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013924555233784178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUJ0W1RcXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/D3CiBs8-1Og/s400/CIMG0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUHcG1RcWI/AAAAAAAAAII/AeLp5w48R70/s1600-h/CIMG0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013921939598700898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUHcG1RcWI/AAAAAAAAAII/AeLp5w48R70/s400/CIMG0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seriously no idea why is she hugging me. Lol. i'm joking.&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUGum1RcVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lFH1o9i-ZnU/s1600-h/CIMG0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013921157914653010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUGum1RcVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lFH1o9i-ZnU/s400/CIMG0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUGA21RcUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fiCNLjeEp8A/s1600-h/CIMG0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013920371935637826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUGA21RcUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fiCNLjeEp8A/s400/CIMG0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upside down ! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUFMW1RcTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H8s3cAiGJBg/s1600-h/CIMG0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013919469992505650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUFMW1RcTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H8s3cAiGJBg/s400/CIMG0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently we were fighting when someone took this pic. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUDIm1RcSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sGA29Tz9skI/s1600-h/CIMG0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013917206544740642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUDIm1RcSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sGA29Tz9skI/s400/CIMG0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUCiW1RcRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x5Csb7IMuWE/s1600-h/CIMG0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013916549414744338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUCiW1RcRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x5Csb7IMuWE/s400/CIMG0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiang chiang!! Exposed! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUB4W1RcQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lxRgJsfzMO4/s1600-h/CIMG0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013915827860238594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUB4W1RcQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lxRgJsfzMO4/s400/CIMG0444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUBIm1RcPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1SPIC0o9Vlk/s1600-h/CIMG0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013915007521485042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUBIm1RcPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1SPIC0o9Vlk/s400/CIMG0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUAX21RcOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/m2qLOGIKBss/s1600-h/CIMG0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013914170002862306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUAX21RcOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/m2qLOGIKBss/s400/CIMG0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT_pG1RcNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2p3E3lgp3qo/s1600-h/CIMG0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013913366843977938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT_pG1RcNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2p3E3lgp3qo/s400/CIMG0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face slimming effect &lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT-hW1RcMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/l1C3zH8d-HE/s1600-h/CIMG0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013912134188363970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT-hW1RcMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/l1C3zH8d-HE/s400/CIMG0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exchanged roles. &lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT-Cm1RcLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Rvao3aKxsQc/s1600-h/CIMG0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013911605907386546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT-Cm1RcLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Rvao3aKxsQc/s400/CIMG0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heros/heroines of the century. : ) &lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT9cG1RcKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aMuwEcqVyfA/s1600-h/CIMG0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013910944482422946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT9cG1RcKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aMuwEcqVyfA/s400/CIMG0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at JELLY !!  &lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT8-G1RcJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hu4a30lmP2w/s1600-h/CIMG0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013910429086347410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT8-G1RcJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hu4a30lmP2w/s400/CIMG0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm. we were supposed to act cool. &lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT8dG1RcII/AAAAAAAAAGY/9-BIw1ERzYM/s1600-h/CIMG0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013909862150664322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT8dG1RcII/AAAAAAAAAGY/9-BIw1ERzYM/s400/CIMG0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT7-W1RcHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/A3phq_o_8YI/s1600-h/CIMG0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013909333869686898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZT7-W1RcHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/A3phq_o_8YI/s400/CIMG0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: ). Night everyone. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-1164001315582502143?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/1164001315582502143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=1164001315582502143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1164001315582502143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/1164001315582502143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-how-much-i-love-december-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZUqBm1RcmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ktabpmJlKHc/s72-c/CIMG0362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-3682095207054485773</id><published>2006-12-26T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:09:49.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so you've suspected. the reason why i havent been blogging for so long is because of plain laziness. yea. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i was supposed to be out on christmas eve with cynthia and company at MOS partying away. but i got a little homesick i guess. and i decided to stay at home. spent my time finishing harry potter and the half-blood prince. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And DAMN!!! Damn Snape killed Dumbledore. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And yesterday, we were supposed to play secret santa. In the end we called it off and went NYDC for mudpies and dinner instead. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;



&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012872150807309858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFMqW1RbiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5XA-ihoHmVg/s400/CIMG0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;
i told you she's my all time favourite. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFO_G1RblI/AAAAAAAAABE/ndfXEjFWkh4/s1600-h/CIMG0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012874706312851026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFO_G1RblI/AAAAAAAAABE/ndfXEjFWkh4/s400/CIMG0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like her. Everything about her. Her hair, her big eyes, her side view, the way she wines and not forgetting the mole on her cheeks that vibrates whenever she speaks. Lol . ; P &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFNT21RbjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DAI1puhIZcI/s1600-h/CIMG0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012872863771881010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFNT21RbjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DAI1puhIZcI/s400/CIMG0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i strangle her from time to time to show her who's the boss. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012870909561761298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFLiG1RbhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LFepbI5ac-g/s400/CIMG0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, they are gays. confirmed and tested. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFJgm1RbeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5llKXpGU4S0/s1600-h/CIMG0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012868684768701922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFJgm1RbeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5llKXpGU4S0/s400/CIMG0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012870299676405250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFK-m1RbgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GR4bgV0ZWNw/s400/CIMG0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012877059954929298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFRIG1RbpI/AAAAAAAAABk/DexsTl15wMo/s400/CIMG0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's cute. Lol. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012876454364540546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFQk21RboI/AAAAAAAAABc/iVOaF__ULQY/s400/CIMG0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i took a picture with jay chou. Dont jealous please. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012875947558399602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFQHW1RbnI/AAAAAAAAABU/9eKxe5q6FUM/s400/CIMG0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fatty benji's not supposed to be in this pic. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012875389212651106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFPm21RbmI/AAAAAAAAABM/0WZdwAkPauw/s400/CIMG0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jun xiang's just shy. : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012880856706019010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFUlG1RbsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JHoB-QWj204/s400/CIMG0338.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we danced. Danced to the beat of Fei Yu Qing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012880302655237810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFUE21RbrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/etWB0cQHyrg/s400/CIMG0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. Enough of the super embarassing pics. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all had an enjoyable christmas!! &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-3682095207054485773?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/3682095207054485773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=3682095207054485773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3682095207054485773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3682095207054485773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-youve-suspected.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1ZAkZtj5Xs/RZFMqW1RbiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5XA-ihoHmVg/s72-c/CIMG0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363229.post-6370034147990756754</id><published>2006-11-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:22:20.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, christine and i came up with a theory. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And that is, &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

if next time you see a middle-aged guy smartly dressed in pressed tailored trousers, designer's shirt and tie, with Mont Blanc cuff links and not forgetting a neatly gelled up hair with a side parting preferably that even a tornado has difficulty messing it up, and last but not least, speaks perfect, fluent english along with some super 'chim' vocabulary that you're dying to find out, ( ya i must say in details)


please do not perceive him as a highflyer. And please do not eliminate the possibility of him, being a gas delivery uncle. Because he &lt;strong&gt;MIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; be. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And dont think that people with short finger nails cannot undo a tight knot hor. See, stereotyping again right ?! Because christine will be spitting on ur faces if you do so. She just helped me undid a knot this afternoon and linked the gas delivery theory we came up with the short nails theory. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

last but not least, good bye and good night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-6370034147990756754?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6370034147990756754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=6370034147990756754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6370034147990756754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6370034147990756754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-christine-and-i-came-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-3489241278574934544</id><published>2006-11-20T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:19:52.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No captions needed. Just a minute of your time for the pictures. : D&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6813/898/320/819196/19112006%28013%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6813/898/320/801247/19112006%28074%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6813/898/320/868835/19112006%28059%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6813/898/320/432950/19112006%28055%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6813/898/320/985072/19112006%28068%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6813/898/320/483371/19112006%28069%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw the pictures? &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please try to understand that i've been trying hard to blog and that i have no time to spare. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's 27th november today. but please try to imagine that it's 20th november, which is last monday. this post was supposed to be written on that day. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;set youself in the right time and here we go. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was certainly happy for the failed suprise cynthia and henry tried to give me yesterday. ( ok. it suceeded) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me briefly tell you what happened yesterday after my graphics did the talking. I met cynthia and henry at Orchard MRT station to sing our afternoon away. And like usual, henry was &lt;strong&gt;LATE&lt;/strong&gt; again. When cyn called him, he claimed that he was still having lunch with his family at some kim tian place if i my memory havent failed me. ( oh wow great! *with a tinge of sarcasm if you havent noticed*) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok. That was the moment i noticed something was different. Cynthia was holding a box which i assumed to be a cake(bakerz'in ok!), and which, cynthia claimed that it was her friend who passed it to her. Ok. that answer was enough to subdue my curiosity/suspicion. Moreover, it was too early to do anything for my birthday. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went around a little to kill time while waiting for henry to arrive. And Cynthia carelessly dropped a candle on the floor which got my suspicion heightening again. This time round she gave another excuse, and me, being so mindless, waved off the idea of anything special that's going to happen on that very day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We proceeded to K-box. For nearly an hour, after i came back from the ladies with Cynthia, i saw a cake sitting on the table with the happy birthday chocolate on it. They left me flabbergusted. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unexpected, it was.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fluttering heart, i did. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Besides thanking them, i really didnt know what else i could say. And i smiled foolishly throughout the day. Felt like a contented little girl. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
The cake was yummy can. Raisins soaked in Rum, and it was super duper chocalaty. I LIKE! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And we danced and sang ourselves crazy after that. Cynthia and Henry fought in the room. Throwing peanuts, crackers and cup holder all over the place. And i just watched... ... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truely enjoyed myself. And we went to see christmas lightings after that. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like as if i'm writing a piece of plain compo without any plot or twist. No climax no nothing. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-3489241278574934544?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/3489241278574934544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=3489241278574934544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3489241278574934544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/3489241278574934544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-captions-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-6347720417458556950</id><published>2006-11-09T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:54:40.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. i am in a dilemma. i was telling my sister last night that i wasnt interested in DS lite. the one that christine's now saving up for. But, after setting my hands on jacq's DS today, i think i might, (MIGHT only) get it. because it's such good entertainment to kill time i tell you. the games are interesting. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i was so fascinated by the SUPER DUPER BIG MARIO in the game christine was playing the whole afternoon. of course, it comes with mini games. i love love the mini games. : D  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Have you seen such a big mario before? &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6813/898/1600/DSC00674.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6813/898/400/DSC00674.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6813/898/1600/DSC00673.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6813/898/400/DSC00673.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
It is capable of uprooting all bricks, fellow mushrooms and turtles. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Ninteindo DS LITE. it comes in 4 shades. pearl white, baby pink, some wierd blue, and musculine black. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6813/898/1600/nintendo_ds_lite3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6813/898/400/nintendo_ds_lite3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6813/898/1600/nintendo_ds_lite2x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6813/898/400/nintendo_ds_lite2x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice hor. i wouldnt mind if someone plans to buy this for me. hmmM... *hint hint* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or you could just bank in the $$ straight to my account! (sounds kinda practical)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-6347720417458556950?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6347720417458556950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=6347720417458556950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6347720417458556950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6347720417458556950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-4863399897762091390</id><published>2006-11-07T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:09:39.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's this pretty amusing video from youtube that i would like to share. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rg7Dl7n8bY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

btw, this lecturer reminds me of my biology lecturer&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;." do you understand what i am talking? ok, one more time." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;same accent, same pattern. had so much fun deciphering what he was saying. yea right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-4863399897762091390?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/4863399897762091390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=4863399897762091390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/4863399897762091390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/4863399897762091390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/11/theres-this-pretty-funny-video-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-9139302770133438702</id><published>2006-11-05T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:42:31.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-9139302770133438702?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/9139302770133438702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=9139302770133438702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/9139302770133438702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/9139302770133438702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/11/cheers-campaign-adsmovie-value.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-2122514560070608337</id><published>2006-11-05T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:22:18.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, talking about christine's birthday, has anyone realise that december is around the corner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and talking about december, how could you ever forget about my birthday?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;* slaps you hard on the back of your head* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. catering to all &lt;strong&gt;BUSY SOULS&lt;/strong&gt; out there, i've set up a small teeny weeny category on the left on the things i want. so you all dont have to fret on what to buy for me. no more excuses for late pressies too ya? i'll add the list on. dont worry. ; ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and kindly buy something that's realistic. no bears please unless you want me to suffocate and die.  dont be like cynthia. she told me she's gona buy something that i dont want and need and make me love it. dont even try that. she even said she's going catch a bottle of big juicy lizards with henry just for my 18th birthday. she's lousy. BAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ok even typing the bottled lizards out gives me goosebumps) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;best if you could just transfer the money to my account. i'll promise i'll be your super duper loyal friend forever! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK. FORGET ABOUT THE PRESENTS. JUST TRANSFER THE MONEY TO MY ACCOUNT . I DEMAND IT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ROARS FEROCIOUSLY!! *&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or you could make me damn happy by springing me suprises on and off on that day. i might forget about the pressies. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: call/msg if you dont know where to get it. i'll be upmost happy to direct you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;start saving up now! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and jelly dont run away. you're in too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-2122514560070608337?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/2122514560070608337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=2122514560070608337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/2122514560070608337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/2122514560070608337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-talking-about-christines-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-8020307633303530096</id><published>2006-11-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:07:04.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is specially dedicated to her, and only her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

not much words shall be published along cz words are cold and flat, and she deserves so much more than that. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and therefore, &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;happy birthday christine.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;and i love you. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know my wishes came late. i'm always late. that's what makes me special. : X &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i shall show you what heaven is on monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-8020307633303530096?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/8020307633303530096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=8020307633303530096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8020307633303530096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/8020307633303530096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-post-is-specially-dedicated-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-994910898227957022</id><published>2006-11-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:09:38.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone, please read the following. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

This happened to me today. I was with my friend at Orchard Paragon this afternoon. She went to the washroom, leaving me sitting outside on a bench eating ice-cream. Halfway through, I heard someone calling out, "Hey, that lady over there!" I turned over and realised a lady Ang Moh was addressing me. She continued, "I think these 2 guys are taking pictures of your legs. And I think that was very rude." With that, she disappeared into a lift. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

At that very moment, I was stunned momentarily as I gazed at the 2 guys. They were surprised at having been exposed too, and they too stared at me. We must have been staring at each other for a full 10 secounds and they dumbly stood there for a full minute before they nudged each other and moved away. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


I was flabbergusted and helpless at the very moment. wanted to confront them but didnt know what to say or do. afraid that i might create a scene and embarrass myself. too stunned and shocked, not enough man-power ( friend was in the ladies) etc etc. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And i just saw them walked away helplessly. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


i am starting a column, to talk about all this pervertic, phsychotic acts that have been done on normal girls like us. Come'on girls! if you have had such experience, please share so that more of us can be prepared when such a time comes and know how to react instantly. let's start off with mine. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

please give serious thought they should not be taken as silly antics. because they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happen. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 1: Being taken pictures of &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

1. Be brave. Confront them. Prepare to make a scene and totally embarrass yourself if nothing is discovered in their phones. Pull their shirts and scream loudly to stop them from leaving the scene of crime. But remember to reiterate the point that they HAVE to show you if they have nothing to hide. Apologise if nothing is found. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
2. Let them go ?! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 2: being molested in a MRT train (DAMN PERVERTS)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
1. Yell out loud ( what are you doing you pervert! you touched me!) and quickly look around you and ask out loud " can anyone help me?!" &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

2. If step 1 fails, kick him in the balls if you're both standing ( preferably with knees for greater impact) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

or, ifyou're both sitted down, stand up in front of him push his bloody head against glass window behind him. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

3. If all else fails, there is a red emergency button beside the sliding door. press it to speak to the control station officers. they will be there at the next station, ready to apprehend him. &lt;strong&gt;(recommended by a female police officer)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 3: Being flashed at ( with his dick, masterbation inclded. Damn them)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
1. If there's somebody near you, arouse their attention. and play it by ear from there. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

2. Ignore him. ( he didnt touch you, and eventually they'll go "down". you wont have evidence that they flashed &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 4: Being blown whistles at&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
1. Easy. exhibit your middle finger. but kindly consider the consequences of doing that. (it might trigger their excitment of being noticed and they might pester you) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

2. Ignore again! (sometimes ignoring them is the best policy because yet again, they didnt touch you! so just move on and forget about it) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 5: Being feasted by their intent glares&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
1. From numerous experiences, it's best to avoid their glares. because when they know they've captured your attention, they actually enjoyed it. some will continue looking at you, some will smile at you. &lt;strong&gt;TA MA DE SI PERVERT&lt;/strong&gt;. also from experience, when you've ignored them long enough, they tend to lose interest and look away. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 6: When the person next to you dozes off and leans towards you.(unintentionally) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
1. Stand up and sit elsewhere &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

2. Wake him up. " excuse me you are leaning onto me" &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

3. Shift to the edge of the seat. Let him lean all he wants behind you. (especially when there are no more other seats you can change to) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 7: When some men seat so very close to you on the train (whether by purpose or not)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
1. Keep to yourself as much as possible and avoid contact &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

2. Put your bag between two of you abruptly to inform him subconsciously that he has invaded your space. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------- &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please do not laugh at these. you dont know how much youth my sis and i have wasted thinking of ways to tackle perverts. you know sometimes you really hope that their dicks would grow mould and no matter what they do, they cant rid'em off. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and please dont be suprised if i ever turned into a lesbian because of the encounters. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;last but not least, &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT SLEEP IN PUBLIC TRANSPORT! BECAUSE YOU GIVING PERPETRATORS A CHANCE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-994910898227957022?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/994910898227957022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=994910898227957022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/994910898227957022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/994910898227957022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/11/everyone-please-read-following.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-6771622270276085559</id><published>2006-11-01T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:45:21.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm here to post some neoprints we took yesterday. some of them are super duper retarded. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/neoprint8.jpg" border="0" alt="&lt;/a" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

these 2 are supposedly to be the supermodel shots. see got wind our fringe are flying! damn cynthia did smth to the 2nd shot and there goes my deco. : ((  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/neoprint6.jpg" border="0" alt="&lt;/a" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

see, so many of us. aha.. fascinating ya? &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/neoprint5.jpg" border="0" alt="&lt;/a" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i like the 3 heads. so funny &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/neoprint3.jpg" border="0" alt="&lt;/a" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

cynthia's creation. pretty creative. : D not explaining why. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/neoprint2.jpg" border="0" alt="&lt;/a" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

AH! exposed! and definitely not elegant at all. if u can tell that i'm fake-digging my nose. hehe &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/neoprint1.jpg" border="0" alt="&lt;/a" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

like this pic the best. like the sun, the butterflies, the clouds and the funny bears doing dragon boat. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/neopirnt7.jpg" border="0" alt="&lt;/a" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i gave her a blonde wig and made myself look hawaiian. so being a blondie isnt that bad right cyn? kekekeke..  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i think these are the normal ones. i believe i am capable of doing more fun funny shots!! yay! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes, taking neoprints can actually lighten up ur day! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-6771622270276085559?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/6771622270276085559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=6771622270276085559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6771622270276085559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/6771622270276085559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-here-to-post-some-neoprints-we-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-958892606119178187</id><published>2006-10-15T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:44:00.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. so i've just switched my account over to the beta blogger. i was a little retarded innitially. took me some time to familiarize with the system( tho it's almost the same as blogger). &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

alright. just to update. i had this allergic skin reaction on my facre few days ago. it was really bad. at least i think so. looks like massive outbreak of pimples on forehead, cheeks, neck etc etc. scared the shiat out of me. it was really really BAD !! i looked so blotchy and all for past few days. but everything's back to normal after applying the cream my doc prescribes me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

ok. i feel so stupid and dumb writing this out. wad a boring post. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

yawns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-958892606119178187?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/958892606119178187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=958892606119178187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/958892606119178187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/958892606119178187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115954431177871834</id><published>2006-09-29T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:57:02.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oi, actually wanted to share a hossan leong video with all. but didnt know how to put the whole damn 'screen' on this post. so, and therefore, you'll have to visit youtube youself. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=RT1kLOjFABw"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=RT1kLOjFABw&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

hossan leong came up with the lyrics.i thought the whole thing was pretty amusing. a little introduction to the singapore history. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

now i suddenly recalled that he's the ambassador of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUA YU COOL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at the back of busses, busstops - &lt;br /&gt;
*muffled laughters* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

alright enjoy the video yea? &lt;br /&gt;

oh oh, and happy birthday to my mother. &lt;br /&gt;
*blow candles* HOOOO~ &lt;br /&gt;
: DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115954431177871834?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115954431177871834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115954431177871834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115954431177871834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115954431177871834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/09/oi-actually-wanted-to-share-hossan.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115943968921124650</id><published>2006-09-28T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:34:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i here by declare that i'm bankrupted.&lt;br /&gt;
so, and therefore, refrain from asking me out from this day onwards. unless you dont mind paying my expenses for me, which i really dont quite mind. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i'm really sick of the yoyo-ing of my account figures. &lt;br /&gt;
i'm afraid one day my heart might not be able to withstand it, &lt;br /&gt;
and i'll just faint and die from heart attack in front of the ATM machine with people queueing behind me impatiently laughing and mocking at me and my malnutrtioned account. : (  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

someone, kindly resuscitate my account pur-leesssee. &lt;br /&gt;
or mabbez i shall cut down much on my 'retail therapy' &amp; food galore. hur hur. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

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talking about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FORBIDDEN CITY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, portrait of an empress, i went on tuesday, i tell you, &lt;br /&gt;
it's so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;abso-fucking-lutely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [learnt this word from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sex and the city&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ; ) ] fantastic. &lt;p&gt;

it's a waste/shame tt you havent seen it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;
some of the songs were so nice. &lt;br /&gt;
the story was great, &lt;br /&gt;
casts &amp; crew were superb! &lt;br /&gt;
i personally like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOSSAN LEONG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a lot a lot. i think that he's talented and funny guy. hack even if he's a gay. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

ok so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FORBIDDEN CITY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is obviously a product of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DICK LEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and his fellow teammates comprising stephen clark and steven dexter etc etc. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

talking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dick lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i remembered watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;beauty world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(one of his production i guess) when i was really young with my sis and my eldest brother but i couldnt remember where, and what it was about. only remembered some of the characters in the musical. *laughs* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and not forgetting that i've read the novel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sing to the dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( read off from the book that he had produced this musical too. he's cool) way back when i was in secondary school. : D &lt;br /&gt;
but the story's rather vague in my mind now. hahaha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

ok, so i'm gona jog with my mother later. and i have to get back to wrting a letter to chyeyan for her b'dae. : ) so that she'll feel so touched and naked when she receives my pressie (bloody present cost me a bomb) along with my letter. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115943968921124650?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115943968921124650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115943968921124650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115943968921124650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115943968921124650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-here-by-declare-that-im-bankrupted.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115918517931683451</id><published>2006-09-25T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:52:59.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;short talk. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;johnson: why d'you turn our house into a hospital?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;karine: what hospital? when did i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;johnson: then why did you dettol our house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;karine: i did not. only dettol-ed my room. disinfection. i think my room needs it. anyway hospitals dont use dettol. i think your room smells. u want me to dettol it for you tomorrow? *sheepish grin* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;johnson: no. i think my room smells way better than your dettol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;karine: -.- &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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i'm gona watch FORBIDDEN CITY tomorrow. you know, the famous musical, at explanade. : ) &lt;br /&gt;
erherm. i'll update perhaps on wednesday. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115918517931683451?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115918517931683451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115918517931683451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115918517931683451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115918517931683451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115892657007247718</id><published>2006-09-22T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:12:00.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont like it when she acts all cutesy and girlish in front of guys.

because i know her, and how she usually behaves, i find it wierd and disgusted when i see her acting in this manner. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

changed of tone into slightly higher-pitched,

quietened down / do something to attract opposite sexes' attention. etc etc &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

while she thinks that she's lovable, cute and all, i personally think that she's trying too hard to catch their attention. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i really almost wanted to expose her in front of everybody. but come to think that i would be endangering our friendship, i waved off the idea. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i know i am mean and all blogging this out. i know that some of you might categorise me as bitchy, overly - sensitive and whatever shiats u can think of. but i am pretty sure that if u were me, u would have felt the same as i did. so shut up. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

ok bye. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i am mean and bitchy. whatever la. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115892657007247718?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115892657007247718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115892657007247718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115892657007247718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115892657007247718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-like-it-when-she-acts-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115891912057625693</id><published>2006-09-22T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:12:47.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to boast about something to all. : D
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is, i've seen labour and i've fed babies. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things that some of you cant do, and will never get to do.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*smirks*
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahaha.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had so so so much fun yesterday at Garrick's chalet.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES SIR
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES MA'AM
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHOOSH
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK ?!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YO YO YO
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CLAP
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WEEE &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway that's a game. : D
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the drinking game. ahaha.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and midnight PT is no fun at all. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we explored &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OLD CHANGI HOSPITAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with shiyin grasping onto my hand throughout
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with andrew who barely spoke a word throughout. he's always walking at the back. and i had to pull him to my side, afraid that he might disappear suddenly.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with zhao han, erm.. not much comments
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with jason, super anti-climax with the lighter
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and with big brave jun hong who took the lead infront, illuminating pathways for us. and clearing cobwebs with jason. ahaha.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and damn u chye yan. i am still fine and sound here blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115891912057625693?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115891912057625693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115891912057625693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115891912057625693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115891912057625693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-boast-about-something-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115798634662544832</id><published>2006-09-11T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:01:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
damn fucking bloody rotten mood i am experiencing right now.

bloody rotten day i had.

damn wednesday. i hate wednesdays.

screw it 13/9/06. i hate the date. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
dont try bothering me. i've predicted that the rotten mood that i am going through now'll last through the week.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont ask why and what happened. dont even test my patience and temper.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll fracture perverts' penises and i'll dig out eyes of lecherous psychos in the male community who dare to set eyes on me.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate my mood. damn it DAMN IT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN IT !! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goodbye. off to carry out activity that'll calm myself down. it never fails to improve my day when i'm in a foul mood. And that is, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pang sai* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think it's a fairly effective thing to do when u are in a bad mood. so try it!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115798634662544832?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115798634662544832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115798634662544832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115798634662544832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115798634662544832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-fucking-bloody-rotten-mood-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115727097343106734</id><published>2006-09-03T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:09:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pretty busy this sem. the amount of workload from school and shaits are enough to keep me offline-d for weeks. ain't a bit distressed at all. i think i've grown outta the 'hooking-on line' phase of my life. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and yes. i can easily subdue my withdrawal symptoms. which i think i've already stopped having them. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i've only had 2 words to sum up the whole sem. that is, crazy and hectic. though i ended up in sleepless nights for quite a couple of days due to remnant of overwhelmed energy from the day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

doing funny funny stuffs. crazy crazy ones.&lt;br /&gt;
 like mimicking the way those old 'uncles' of high posts in the court of some wierd dynasty loudly in the public. (picture the laughter and the way they laugh in your mind now) : O


&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/DSC00186.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/400/DSC00186.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
took a picture with christine on our way to chomp chomp yesterday. realised that around an inch of fat had been padded onto the peripheral areas on my face unconsciously. and what a sinful meal i had yesterday. dont try to imagine how much i ate. even my sis got a shock when i told her about my dinner. think i've got to jog today to shed those pounds i've gained. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;ya..like as if jogging today can help shed fats. : ( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

but still, &lt;p&gt;

ben &amp; jerry's &gt; hagen daaz &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

alright. let's change subject. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


thought the fact that i was being attached to paediatric ward could change my perception towards kids/babies etc. but i realised it didn't help much. though i find some of the kids pretty interesting, but not babies. : ( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

because i'm not quite impressed by the smell of milk infants give off. and the fact that they might cry, pee or shit on my when i carry them. do not be mistaken. not that i dislike infants, but just that i cant understand why they always give off the smell of milk 24/7. and they are far too fragile for me to handle. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

toddlers are better. esp charles. : D &lt;br /&gt;
OOoh my fav! he's always so shy. and he has that very pai seh look everytime i call him. : D &lt;br /&gt;
he's so shy that he needs to be screened when changing. and the best part is he's not like those hyperactive 'si xiao hai' that are disobedient even when u draw out the MIGHTY CANE. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

OOoh.. i'll sure to restrain my kids to the wall if they are like those hyperactive 'si xiao hai' who still have the guts to smirk at me when i threaten them with the mighty cane!! GRrrr. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

but it's super bored in the ward. we cant do anything else besides frm playing with the kids (which you'll get bored of)  and stuffs. so we ended up playing bingo talk cork in the ward and needless to say, self-entertainment.


&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/DSC00523.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/400/DSC00523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/DSC00523.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pictures of bingo that we played. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115727097343106734?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115727097343106734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115727097343106734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115727097343106734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115727097343106734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/09/pretty-busy-this-sem_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115545013546470779</id><published>2006-08-13T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:22:15.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NI MA DE PI GU !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

no. dont be misled by the title of the post. &lt;br /&gt;
i am not going to rant about anyone, &lt;br /&gt;
whine about how assed my life's been recently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

though exams are really near, i dont feel even itsy-bitsy stressed up at all. &lt;br /&gt;
no idea why. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

oh yea.. lemme re-emphasize on chrstine's latest post. &lt;br /&gt;
: D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

after ice milo won the superband title, &lt;br /&gt;
the next day i inveigled christine to join the next season's superband, claiming that we could be as popular as milo bing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and i always think that their band name is unique. &lt;br /&gt;
christine said we should have a great and unique name that'll leave super deep impression on people. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and we came up with ... ... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;




*drum rolls* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;



&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NI MA DE PI GU !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(your mother's ass)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;




great isn't it? sure to carve deep deep impression on the judges and our fans. &lt;br /&gt;
: D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;women have language centres in both brains. if a man is injured on the left side of the head, he stands a chance of becoming mute. if a woman is hit in the same place, she'll probably keep right on talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115545013546470779?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115545013546470779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115545013546470779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115545013546470779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115545013546470779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/08/ni-ma-de-pi-gu-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115504757670252988</id><published>2006-08-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:32:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm biting on these pear bits that are as hard as stone now. &lt;br /&gt;
damn, &lt;br /&gt;
i wonder where they are from. &lt;br /&gt;
amazing that they are so tough. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

have been mugging at home recently. &lt;br /&gt;
kinda enjoy that actually. : P &lt;br /&gt;
erm.. but i am no nerd thanks. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

just realised that my life's kinda boring recently. &lt;br /&gt;
cz it only revolves round activities that people often label as BORING. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

sudoku, mugging, reading, rarely watches tv etc. &lt;br /&gt;
and hay, i just discovered that THE STRAITS TIME is quite a something for you to kill time actually. &lt;br /&gt;
erm, ya it's quite nicee to read. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Yawns. very boring life i am leading hor? &lt;br /&gt;
i cant believe that i am leading such a dull life for an adolescent like me. &lt;br /&gt;
GGAaaaaa... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

but that'll be different after my exams. *grins widely* WOOTS.. &lt;br /&gt;
esp after my bdae. : D * slurps up saliva* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

alright. i'll post up pictures nxt time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;perhaps. . : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115504757670252988?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115504757670252988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115504757670252988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115504757670252988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115504757670252988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-biting-on-these-pear-bits-that-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115365545567128166</id><published>2006-07-23T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:50:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/blue%20butterfly.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/400/blue%20butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/blue%20butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

super nice pic. i find this picture with lots of meanings behind. photographer's like trying to convey smth, some message or what. of course not shallow things like

wash ur hands, do not kill or whatever shiat la. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

take a few seconds and admire this pic. can you come up with clever philosophies using this pic? &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
windless night. end of attachment. i'm gona miss all the cute aunties in the ward. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

jz realised that &lt;em&gt;judith&lt;/em&gt; must had had a bad impression on me already. cz i was irresponsible and all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;: X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

i spent most my time idling around nisa and cynthia's room, checking them out. Gaaa.. should have stayed in the rooms tt i was asigned to.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

by the way, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPARROWHAWK EXCERCISE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was terrible for us. so hot and all. totally dehydrated. i thought i almost fainted in the ward. haha.. friday was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;orange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; code. yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i wonder how they survived with the full set of protective cap, mask, gown &amp;amp; gloves on. sure sweat until cnnt sweat one. (if you dont know wad's sparrowhawk excercise, u should considered urself as outdated. that was the biggest thing recently in singapore if i am not wrong. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

so sch starts tomorrow.&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: /&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115365545567128166?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115365545567128166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115365545567128166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115365545567128166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115365545567128166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/07/super-nice-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115303674261410212</id><published>2006-07-16T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:59:02.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no. you are not right. this song didnt repeat itself,  just that it's 10 mins+ long. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
nice~ i like. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

thanks mani. : ) but seems like there's a little error cz it keeps on pausing from time to time. oh you'll just have to wait for the whole thing to finish loading. it's a nice song. : DDD &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Dont critisise a woman for telling you to turn right when she meant left. women have more difficulty telling from their left from their right hand because most use both sides of their brain for this task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115303674261410212?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115303674261410212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115303674261410212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115303674261410212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115303674261410212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/07/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115184301726393939</id><published>2006-07-02T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:50:28.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;time flies. i realised i have to go adjust my braces nxt sat.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*gasp*
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and following, a week of swallowing super soft diet. : (
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GAaaa... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea. lots of happening things happened over the weekends i can say. suggested a uniform outing to cynthia earlier on the week. and we did it on fri. took tonns of pics. stupid &amp; lame ones mostly. trying to be an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;ah lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the shots. and cynthia claimed i didnt look like one at all. actually i thought of posting up the pics earlier on just now to let all of you have a good laugh. but now i've changed my mind. (procrastination changes people's mood &amp;amp; decisions i guess. ^^ ok i'm talking about myself.)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yesterday, we head down to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;KAMALA'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for indian cuisine. so funny to eat with fingers. Dr Chong went to eat the food over there and he got himself admitted in hospital due to food poisoning a few weeks back.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*laughs* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i saw my idol &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;lee kwuang yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can?! and to add on, saw mi lu bing's drummer and the main singer  at peninsular plaza . ahahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115184301726393939?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115184301726393939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115184301726393939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115184301726393939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115184301726393939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115164576044440950</id><published>2006-06-30T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:37:37.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOTS !! shuang dao~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i finally got my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;blue sticker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today. *grins widely* : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

no more simple &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;TPR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already ok. dont play play.. : ) and no more green colour on the name tag. WUAHAHAHAHA..

attachment starts next monday, cyn and i are going to traumatise nisa agn!! cant wait. *laughs* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

we're gona corner her and... ... hiak hia hiak. i am already worshipping my blue sticker. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

uniform outing with cyn later. : D wonder if she can fit into her U. i look forward to it! : )))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115164576044440950?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115164576044440950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115164576044440950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115164576044440950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115164576044440950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/06/woots-shuang-dao-i-finally-got-my-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115116046029588668</id><published>2006-06-24T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:57:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i know i am a little late. but i still want to post all the pics i took on tues. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;KAWAII JAP GIRLS !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

WAHAHAHAHAHA . . . &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

oh let me explain before i show. my mom's friend has this lobang whereby jap students come to singapore for exchage programmes and we're to bring them around. and they get to stay in my house!my mother's backside itchy and she said she wanted to take part. and this is how i got to know these two jap girls : D.

i even pulled cyn along with me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

total communication breakdown on tuesday can?! until i got a little fedup and refused to talk anymore because they simply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;DID NOT UNDERSTAND A SINGLE THING I SAID!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

ok. or perhaps, most of the things i said. ok laks. without further ado, here goes. : )

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" &lt;p" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/DSC00331.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHIHIRO &amp; KANA !! WOOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" &lt;p" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/DSC00334.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nice nice chicken rice. : D
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no i didnt eat chicken rice. i couldnt! but i ate chicken porridge instead. *laughs* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" &lt;p" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/DSC00335.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the shop owner took several photos of us. he said he wants to stick them on the walls on his shop. LOL &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" &lt;p" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/msscynth238.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the chicken rice shop at china town. ahaha.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" &lt;p" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/msscynth239.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt; look at the uncle behind&lt;/a&gt;!! extra man. aha&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" &lt;p" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/msscynth240.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" &lt;p" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/msscynth241.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" &lt;p" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/msscynth242.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" &lt;p" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/DSC00336.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Siao one. i asked cynthia to balance all the different coloured dragon flies on her hand and she really did. so i took a pic of that. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt=" &lt;p" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/avenueinc/DSC00339.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my father. cute right!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;look at his his side burns - full of white hair. i remembered few months ago, i didnt get to see him for a week. and when i got to see him finally, i cried. cz his side burns all turned white. at that moment, i realised he wasnt young anymore. and that he has aged so much over a week. his lids drooped over his tired eyes. my heart ached. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

and took several shots using cyn's handphone. the multi shot mode i think. aiya.dont know what mode la. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/lele4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/400/lele4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/lele.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/400/lele.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i am going to skip school on the coming wednesday and christine is gona come back today.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115116046029588668?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115116046029588668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115116046029588668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115116046029588668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115116046029588668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115070600445803367</id><published>2006-06-19T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:33:24.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come away with me in the night &lt;br /&gt;
Come away with me&lt;br /&gt;
And I will write you a song &lt;br /&gt;
Come away with me on a bus &lt;br /&gt;
Come away where they can't tempt us &lt;br /&gt;
With their lies &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I want to walk with you &lt;br /&gt;
On a cloudy day&gt;br&gt;
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high &lt;br /&gt;
So won't you try to come &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Come away with me and we'll kiss &lt;br /&gt;
On a mountain top &lt;br /&gt;
Come away with me &lt;br /&gt;
And I'll never stop loving you &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

And I want to wake up with the rain &lt;br /&gt;
Falling on a tin roof &lt;br /&gt;
While I'm safe there in your arms &lt;br /&gt;
So all I ask is for you &lt;br /&gt;
To come away with me in the night &lt;br /&gt;
Come away with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115070600445803367?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115070600445803367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115070600445803367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115070600445803367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115070600445803367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/06/come-away-with-me-in-night-come-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-115044699012206868</id><published>2006-06-16T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:34:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just to inform. i had my braces on yesterday. : (



it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ugly looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i basically have to survive on super soft diet. the bloody metal hook prevents my molars from touching each other. and the pain is bugging me constantly. Gaa.. i wonder if the braces would slim my face down. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


realised i've been spending way too much recently. gotta have some self-control before everything gets outta hand. ^ +++ ^ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

there goes this weekend's father's day celebration. cz i have my damn braces on. and my mom suggests that all of us should stay at home instead. Gaa.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;BON VOYAGE CHRITINE! Bon Voyage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!

you need not buy anything for me. just remember to bring a sucessful shanghai boyfriend back who doesnt mind braces at all. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Women have a greater variety of cones in the retina of the eye and wider peripheral vision than men. Their brain software allows them to receive an arc of at least 45 degrees to wach side. This is why women rarely get caught ogling other men. : ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-115044699012206868?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/115044699012206868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=115044699012206868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115044699012206868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/115044699012206868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-to-inform.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114977462839317083</id><published>2006-06-08T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:30:32.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do i seem so desperate to blog? cz i have 2 entries in a day. GAaa.. having sore throat now. and asthmatic cough. the way i cough machiam like going to have a asthma attack at anytime. lol. and it hurts when i swallow. : (

and my voice is so hoarse that i can go sing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ROCK"N ROLL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now. ok anyway, just wana share. love the part in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. : ) for this songg..
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


Artist: &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Lifehouse%20Lyrics.html"&gt;Lifehouse Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;
Song: Breathing Lyrics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I'm finding my way back to sanity, again &lt;br /&gt;
Though I don't really know what &lt;br /&gt;
I am gonna do when I get there &lt;br /&gt;
Take a breath and hold on tight &lt;br /&gt;
Spin around one more time &lt;br /&gt;
And gracefully fall back in the arms of grace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



I am hanging on every word you say &lt;br /&gt;
And even if you don't want to speak tonight &lt;br /&gt;
That's alright, alright with me &lt;br /&gt;
'Cause I want nothing more than to sit &lt;br /&gt;
Outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing &lt;br /&gt;
Is where I want to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



I am looking past the shadows &lt;br /&gt;
Of my mind into the truth and &lt;br /&gt;
I'm trying to identify &lt;br /&gt;
The voices in my head &lt;br /&gt;
God, which one's you? &lt;br /&gt;
Let me feel one more time &lt;br /&gt;
What it feels like to feel &lt;br /&gt;
And break these calluses off me &lt;br /&gt;
One more time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Cause I am hanging on every word you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And even if you don't want to speak tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That's alright, alright with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'Cause I want nothing more than to sit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Outside your door and listen to you breathing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



I don't want a thing from you &lt;br /&gt;
Bet you're tired of me waiting &lt;br /&gt;
For the scraps to fall &lt;br /&gt;
Off your table to the ground &lt;br /&gt;
I just want to be here now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114977462839317083?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114977462839317083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114977462839317083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114977462839317083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114977462839317083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-i-seem-so-desperate-to-blog-cz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114977315607499207</id><published>2006-06-08T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:34:04.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seriously cant believe someone can be as swey (unlucky) as me !!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GGRrrr.. : ( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me tell you my grandmother story for the sake of letting off my frustration. *fumes* please be my audiences. : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yea. due to the 4 hours break we had, christine and i endured the famishment so that we could go crystal jade for dim sum. LOL.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, please allow me to digress.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pork ribs are super nice can?! and i realised i have the bad habit of ordering a lot but eventually cant finish at all.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad bad habit. so not not cool. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh ok. let me now whine about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fatso in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who stepped on my freaking slip ons and refused to say sorry when we were on our way back to school.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:$@#&amp;*%"&gt;$@#&amp;amp;*%&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it happened at the sheltered walkway before we cross the road to proceed on to the whole stretch of sheltered pathway which eventually would lead to NYP. aiya, to cut it short, it happened at the interchange la. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to shorten the whole incident, &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- he stepped on my slipper ( btw 3/4 of the freaking flab was being ripped off)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- didnt bloodily appologise
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- laughed &amp; walked away. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before i had time to react, he had already gone far. and i was like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WTF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i had to like pray hard that my shoe will last me back to school before i can do something about it. i was cursing and swearing at that &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATTIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the spot where my shoe got ripped off all the way to the 6th floor(outside tut rm) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the funny thing was we even tried to spot the culprit everywhere when we got back to school. met peter in school too when christine and i suspected that his friend was the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATSO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who ripped my shoe apart (solely because his friend was in black and quite big sized) . and i kinda ignored peter when he tried to say 'hi'. he must be thinking i am so very dao lor
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*laughs* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christine was extremely angry lor. i cant imagine how crazily i would react if he ripped my birks apart. Grr.. no manners. : ( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 2nd thing was that i lost my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;RING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in J8 (still tried to act nonchalant) . : ( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the 3rd incident was, christine &amp; i got booked by some asshole lecturer because i wore shorts, and shoes without back strap. and christine was wearing her birks ( without backstrap too. so they considered our footwear as &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-S&lt;/span&gt; ) and ya so i was marked with 2 offences. but WTH ?! who cares?! she even told us to look for her tmr. siao. like i have so much time to spare. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so there, another thing to add on to the foul mood of ours today. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4th incident was i dropped my handphone, and the freaking clove leaf thing came off. i was like &lt;a href="mailto:#$%&amp;amp;%*^@$@#&amp;amp;^%$"&gt;mailto:#$%&amp;%*^@$@#&amp;amp;amp;^%$&lt;/a&gt; and i have christine laughing at me again. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the last one. i swear all the incidents are enough to end my day with. still both of us again, we were late for tutorial and had to stand infront of the whole class to recite the national pledge. &lt;br /&gt; we almost had to sing&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'MAJULA SINGAPURA'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mind you..
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pervert ilyana still tried to take pics. *shakes head* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, i have to wear 'decently'( proper footwear) to school tomorrow in case we have to find that bloody lecturer. : ( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to end things off, just would like you all to know this &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;women use restrooms as social lounges and therapy rooms. women who go to a rest room as strangers can come out as best friends. men use rest rooms for biological reasons. and no man has ever been heard to say,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;" hey frank, i'm going to the toilet - you wana come with me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114977315607499207?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114977315607499207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114977315607499207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114977315607499207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114977315607499207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-seriously-cant-believe-someone-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114961680706555040</id><published>2006-06-07T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:37:27.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these 2 weeks have been hectic. exams after exams. now, finally i have time to slow things down and take a good look what mess have i created for the passed weeks. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


for those who are not aware, there was this conflict going on between me and my elder brother. and we fought on a particular windless night.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . but anyway we reconciled ytd. and i was the one who took the innitiative when he was the one who should come appologise to me or by saying some shiat to me etc etc. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bloody helll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

my mom said luckily i am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;magnanimous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (er herm.) which i kinda agree ( like shiat) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, if not.. she doesnt know what might happen. actually i think nth will happen. we only fought on that very night, and went into cold war for the next few days ( at least one wk i guess). &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


and the reason for reconcilling was damn stupid i tell u. i came up with that stupid plot to patch up with him. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i went to borrow storybook from him. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. which was like super duper dumb la... i almost laughed and died on the spot in his room. and no! i didnt say sorry cz the whole damn bloody incident wasnt my fault at all. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


anyway, i believe that when i'm at fault, i'll make it a point to appologise to whomever i've hurt. it's that simple. it's my principle. and when it's vice versa, i expect an appology from another party too. aiya but i'm not really calculative over this 'sorry' stuffs la. it's always good when others realised their mistakes and come appologise. but when i am at wrong, i'll always make it a point to do that. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i dont bear grudges too. Na.. i think people who bear grudges are kinda scary. Oh well, i cant be praising myself forever right.. ahaha.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and i finally found back my landyard. : D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114961680706555040?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114961680706555040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114961680706555040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114961680706555040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114961680706555040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/06/these-2-weeks-have-been-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114880162485674989</id><published>2006-05-28T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:33:44.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gaaa.. i lost my landyard along with my housekeys, drawer keys, nasal spray, pimple cream,mirror etc etc (they are all in my silver pouch.) on friday and i still act like nth has happened. : (  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

so funny when christine and ivy were worrying about my landyard and keys and i was at that time being distracted by stupid stuffs. not giving a damn to the fact that i lost important things.
: x . &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

hope that i can get it back on monday. oh my nasal spray. : ( ... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;em&gt;women love to feel secure. in bed, take your natural position - closest to the bedroom door. This is the symbolic act of defending the cave entrance. ( in another words, sleep nearer to the bedroom door next time. your woman will feel so secure and all) : D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114880162485674989?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114880162485674989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114880162485674989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114880162485674989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114880162485674989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/05/gaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114779378906760955</id><published>2006-05-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T14:27:46.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;short talk :  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;christine: could you please grow up? &lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;karine : ?!?! &lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;christine: could you please stop drinking MILO everyday like a kid and grow up please? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;karine: . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

freaking pai seh today. christine often ask me when would i stop doing sia swey (embarrassed) stuffs.


&lt;p&gt;u think i can prevent things from happening meh?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;for example, i tripped when i was waving to cyn and janice at the foot of the stairs in lec theatre today. i wasnt paying attention to the steps. i guess. and i stirred some laughters among some of my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

incident 2. this one is super duper pai seh can..


&lt;p&gt;halfway during one of my lecture, somehow i had the urge to go to the ladies. so i got up and climbed the steps to the top door (our lecture theatre is level 2 and 3 combined. as in 2 levels.. so the lecture theatre is a little steep). &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i was about to reach the damn door, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. as in the 'gou chi shi'(face flat) method. heard some sniggerings from my friends who were sitting at the back row. then i heard a familiar voice blasting through the speakers... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;lecturer: oh, looks like someone just tripped and fell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;whole damn bloody lecture theatre turned and looked at me. super duper embarrassed can. and i could hear laughter everywhere. stupid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;and i had to sneak back into the lecture theatre so that no one would notice me. but in the end still got laughed by my friends whem i passed by them while i was walking back to my seat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114779378906760955?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114779378906760955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114779378906760955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114779378906760955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114779378906760955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/05/short-talk-christine-could-you-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114766530824844357</id><published>2006-05-15T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:55:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think this funny thing will never happen on others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who in the hell will sprain their little toe can someone please tell me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hurts when i take a step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asswipes~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114766530824844357?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114766530824844357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114766530824844357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114766530824844357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114766530824844357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-this-funny-thing-will-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114759585086912458</id><published>2006-05-14T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:37:30.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/mixed.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/400/mixed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
YAY !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114759585086912458?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114759585086912458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114759585086912458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114759585086912458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114759585086912458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114745602440984693</id><published>2006-05-13T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:15:32.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yea. went out with mani yesterday. watched poseidon. after that we walked from cineleisure all the way to i dont know where. passed by tanglin shopping centre, palaise renaissance (yea! i finally got the spelling correct!), far east shopping centre etc etc. basically just walked straight till there's no way for us to go. dn we turned back. how silly. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

anyway, happy mother's day to all. (what the hell ?!) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

found a really funny video to share with all. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhcA4Ry65FU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stop my blog's melody before u view this video. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY AGAIN !! YAY !!&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114745602440984693?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114745602440984693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114745602440984693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114745602440984693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114745602440984693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114733860242548233</id><published>2006-05-11T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:30:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/Poor%20christine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/320/Poor%20christine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/Bread%20grl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/320/Bread%20grl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
today so swey sia. almost lost my handphone today AGAIN !! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and my freaking Mc Spicy's meat dropped on the floor. whole piece ok! i havent even touched it yet lor.. in the end i got so upset that i went to buy another Mc spicy just to eat the meat again. : D . christine even volunteered to eat the bread so that i can just eat the meat alone. so nice. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and yea.. she ate bread + cabbage + mayonnaise. ahahahaha... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

oh.. this post is so boring. picture entry nxt POST !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114733860242548233?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114733860242548233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114733860242548233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114733860242548233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114733860242548233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-so-swey-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114693430586274313</id><published>2006-05-07T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:51:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shopping with cyn is fun, FUN. FUN !! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

went to great world today after work. ate dinner at siam's kitchen. wanted to have our desert at ben &amp; jerry. oh.. the ice cream. : )&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

but in the end we didnt. :( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

spent $$ on bo liao stuffs. for example the miniature gucci perfume and the milk maid hair band. -.- &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i hope i wont go &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;pok gai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by the end of the month. cz i still have to :

1. Go movie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MARATHORN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with mani &lt;br /&gt;
2. Every wednesday outing with cynthia n henry (the nasi lemak at lucky plaza. I look forward to it!! ) &lt;br /&gt;
3. Catching up session with honeystar chye yan. : D &lt;br /&gt;
4. And, not forgetting the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT SINGAPORE SALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that's coming. :)  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


wahahahaha.. i am generally a happy person. aint going to get upset over bo liao things anymore. it's so silly. i hope i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114693430586274313?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114693430586274313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114693430586274313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114693430586274313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114693430586274313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/05/shopping-with-cyn-is-fun-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114684709231686577</id><published>2006-05-06T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:38:12.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;now i finally know who are those that are precious to me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and to whom i am special to. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i get dissapointed and a little upset whenever she's around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;she just said something and she'll go over to her instead. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it might seem no big deal to some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but i do feel a little unfair sometimes. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;now then i know what they mean by friends come and go. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i've grabbed hold of mine in life and i dont think what's there to be afraid of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but sometimes i do feel a little wierd inside me. unexplainable ones i guess. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;perhaps, perhaps i am too sensitive. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;********************************************************************** &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;they quarrelled again yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i couldnt be wrong. well, i hope i am.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;using headache as an excuse to dismiss my curiosity, i suspected she cried behind my doors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i dont know for what reason had caused that, i hope it wasnt serious at all. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;. . .    . . .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114684709231686577?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114684709231686577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114684709231686577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114684709231686577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114684709231686577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-i-finally-know-who-are-those-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114623714240046983</id><published>2006-04-28T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:20:40.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Do not judge a book by it's cover !! &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


hiiiiii... : DDD &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


what keng soon told me today had thrown me into deep thoughts. yea deep ones. which made me think that i am rather self-centered and... aiya.. i dont know what to say. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


i didnt know until today that he's so matured under him. not as in matured la.. but as in.. erm.. plain and not side-tracked?! hell i cant think of anything to describe another side of him. we basically crap, talk cork everyday. he's freaking lame i tell u. i have no idea whether if it was him today when he spoke about helping other kids in cambodia, indonasia etc. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

he corrected my thoughts. as in i was too driven by the thoughts of being sucessful in the future. earning more than enough, touring the globe,living comfortable had basically overwhelmed my thoughts. and mabbez in most of the population's mind too. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i was rather flabbergasted. i realised that i've left out the other population in the under-developed/developing countries. they have, i tell you seriously. they have never, NEVER came into my mind before. if you say about helping the unfortunates, i only thought of helping the mentally retarded because i think that they are rather pitiful. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i tell you. i really 'pei fu' the teachers in schools of the mentally disabled. i really do. i thought one day i might just walk up to them and salute/ kow tau in front of them. Lol.. joke ok. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

yea like what i've said, i dont really mind if oneday, somebody just somehow, transfer me to the schools for the mentally disabled. cause i feel for them.you might think that i am bull-shitting now. even i myself doubt if what's running through my thick skull now is true or just to make myself sound impressive to others. i really dont know. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

aiya.. why am i bull-shitting here anyway? i guess i am boring everyone. anyway, to the things that he told me, i really find them enlightening. really.. perhaps i could make greater differences in many many people's lives someday. i hope...
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In a room of 50 couples it takes the average woman less than 10 minutes to analyse the relationship between each couple in the room. She can see who's who, what's what and how they're all feeling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114623714240046983?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114623714240046983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114623714240046983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114623714240046983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114623714240046983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-not-judge-book-by-its-cover-hiiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114572619581635678</id><published>2006-04-23T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:16:35.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nth. just feel that the new photo i've changed suit the background music a lot. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

oh and i am still proud of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; heart (baccarat-look-alike) pendant jelly paid for me. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;women don't miss much. scans of women's brains show 90% activity during a resting state. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114572619581635678?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114572619581635678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114572619581635678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114572619581635678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114572619581635678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/04/nth.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114572537178378788</id><published>2006-04-23T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:08:14.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Note: last 2 photos and captions were stolen from christine's blog. words in green are blogger's comment. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/DSC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/320/DSC00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i am the Queen. Hear me roar! oh prince williams. : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/DSC00066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/320/DSC00066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/320/DSC00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;choke slam. : D . my expression looks ugly. : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/DSC00039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/320/DSC00039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/320/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/320/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
karine has no skills at all. &amp; she still said tat tis pic is artistic. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/DSC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/320/DSC00061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
we juz wan to take a decent photo. but tat monster behind kept on disturbing. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(laughs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114572537178378788?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114572537178378788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114572537178378788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114572537178378788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114572537178378788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/04/series-of-unfortunate-events-note-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114553932748289359</id><published>2006-04-20T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:22:07.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you knw, i must really rant this in my blog. like how i kept on pestering christine this morning to make her listen to me. : ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

AND YES!! I WANT TO GAIN EMPATHY!! *grins* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

oh.. my poor nose. : ( &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i havent been so helpless before. yes. last night. christine can get out of here cz she has heard this thousands of times today. : D &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

oh yes last night. i was woken up by breathlessness. : (  my whole nose, had been blocked by some inflamed meatus and tissues inside, along with some mucous i guess. yea i mean all my friends know that i have a severe nose prob (i've been taking medicine for dont know how many months alrd. but still.. the condition persists. SCREW THE CHI MEDICATION!!! $%^&amp;#) . but it got so bad last night that it woke me up frm dreams and made me gasped for air. and i am not even joking or exaggerating. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i was really miserable lor. i tried to blow my nose. but it didnt get better. everytime i blew, my sister moved. so i tried breathing through my mouth instead. and damn, my throat got so dry that it itched and i started having slight cough. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

so i went to the kitchen, and poured myself a cup of water hoping to get better. ( but no it didnt) aft swallowing 2 mouthful of water, i have to like take a break cz i was breathless. Yes, even drinking water. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

 totally helpless, i went back to bed. couldnt fall asleep. wanted to cry. but knowing that it would soon aggravate my condition, i held back. i wanted to wake my mother up. but she slept late last night so i thought i shouldnt be waking her up.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i really got so desperate that i wanted to wake my father up instead and ask him to send me to the hospital. Lol.. i am not kidding. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

couple of hours passed by. i sat on the sofa and finally cried lor. i think i woke my mother up. she helped me massaged the bridge of my nose and poured me a cup of hot water. then, it got better and i went back to sleep. which is like near dawn la.. and i have to wake up at 6 lor. and i ended up with a little puffy eyes today. : (   ... ugly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114553932748289359?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114553932748289359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114553932748289359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114553932748289359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114553932748289359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-knw-i-must-really-rant-this-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114553710002890373</id><published>2006-04-20T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:45:00.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school has started for almost a week. and we (christine and i) have been smirking at sua gu year ones, and walking with our heads up high up in the air. in another words, proudly cz we are yr 2 and we are simply superior. ( jk la. we still fool around like nobody else's business as usual. i swear to heaven i didnt smirk or walk proudly ard in campus. ) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

ok. that was a mere joke. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

we were just basically spotg for yr ones for the first 2 days. but it got quite sian so we've stopped. Lol.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


oh and academically wise, it isn't as what i've experienced through yr 1. not as simple, or whatever u say. the things that we are required to pick up get more and more complexed. i was really kinda taken aback by the amount of information we have to adhere in our heads. and mind u, we've only started sch for merely 4 days. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and just the 1st week, we have been allocated our grps for projects and not forgetting the topics for our ICA. *whistles* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

and look at the lab sessions that we're taking now. it's no longer basic skills. we're learning procedures like assisting the docs in pleural biopsy (tapping of the fluid ard the lungs and wadever shiat) and injection bla bla bla ( the list goes on). &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

now i finally know why karina asked me to really put in effort for yr 2 n 3. damn. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


a look at the ICA topics (in-course-assessment. what u called project which accounts 30 % of our sem exam), i really wana faint man. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

because you are a yr 2, you are being expected to do much more than u used to back then. : x &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

ok. so, right here, i've decided that i shall, stop fooling around in school. in classes i mean. i must change the impression of my classmates have on me. irresponsible, not being serious, insensible etc, must not be associated with my name, me, anything that comes from me etc. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

therefor i shall pull up my socks, pantie, skirt and start bucking up. Lol.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

erm.. i hope i can do it.*laughs* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114553710002890373?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114553710002890373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114553710002890373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114553710002890373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114553710002890373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-has-started-for-almost-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114490959189167227</id><published>2006-04-13T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:26:31.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/Yippie!%20;-)(50).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/320/Yippie%21%20%3B-%29%2850%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5752/449/1600/Yippie!%20;-)(39).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

yawns. as usual, i was scanning through the day before's newspaper(rather out-dated huh) few weeks back and i found this astonishing piece of news. : O &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

that is, this 65 years old lady has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;freaking svelte waist can!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and mind you, she's already&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.

*faints* &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hour-glass figure... &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;girls are matured much earlier than boys. By age of 17, most girls can function as adults, while the boys are still pulling each other's pants down, giving a deadleg and lighting farts.&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114490959189167227?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114490959189167227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114490959189167227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114490959189167227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114490959189167227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/04/yawns.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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-7363229.post-114421176068820720</id><published>2006-04-05T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:42:39.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i certainly do not like the way the adults/cousins mortify my cousin. by comparing our sizes.. bla bla bla.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

i know i am a few sizes smaller than her, but they dont have to keep on saying those rather sarcastic remarks to remind about our differences in size though. she might feel hurt though she doesnt show it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

let me site an example recently. (last sun) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

a: aiyo, kai lin (they call me by my chi name.) nv eat enough is it? why still so thin? &lt;p&gt;

b: huh.. got lar. got eat la.. ahaha.. (i waved it off as a casual remark. forgetting my cousin was beside me) &lt;p&gt;

a: aiya this one, (turned to my cousin) need more exercise la.. cannot eat anymore already. (and they continued on.) &lt;p&gt;

b: aiya dont be so bastard la.. (and i pulled my cousin along with me and we walked a little faster to keep them from sprouting anymore rubbish. ) &lt;p&gt;

they even call her &lt;em&gt;'thirsty hippo'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


assholes. Lol &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


but i admit i did join in the laughter sometimes though. : p &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;allow woman to choose your clothing. one in every 8 men is colour blind to blue, red or green and their brains have limited ability to match patterns and designs. that's why it's easy to spot a single man. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7363229-114421176068820720?l=avenueinc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/feeds/114421176068820720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7363229&amp;postID=114421176068820720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114421176068820720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7363229/posts/default/114421176068820720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenueinc.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-certainly-do-not-like-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Giggles!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566293171937745481</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>
