<?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-17360412</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:59:29.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's hot.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-113319200191430857</id><published>2005-11-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T10:31:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifted!</title><content type='html'>I have shifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tag board there, only commenting system. gonna miss tag board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-113319200191430857?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/113319200191430857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=113319200191430857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113319200191430857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113319200191430857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/11/shifted.html' title='Shifted!'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-113215599980816474</id><published>2005-11-16T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:46:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks a lot...</title><content type='html'>To round off a slightly shitty day (which brightened up a little later), I got off the bus at about 11 plus to find the poster for Saw staring at me from Clear Channel's bus stop ad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when is it okay to put disturbing posters like that like at face level!?!!!?!??!?!!?!? Arghghhghhhghghh now everytime I come home late i'll be confronting that stupid poster aghghgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-113215599980816474?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/113215599980816474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=113215599980816474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113215599980816474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113215599980816474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks-lot.html' title='Thanks a lot...'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-113206931800017457</id><published>2005-11-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:41:58.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Omg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest and most important presentation in my life tomorrow... 6 representatives from 3M (and among them the Group Manager and Regional Manager)... My group mates think highly of me enough to send me and the great Larry to do the campaign presentation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE A HUGE PIMPLE ON MY NOSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why?!!! I never break out before exams/presentations etc and now I break out?!! Why why why??!! How can you take someone seriously when she has a bloody pimple on her nose?!! aghghghhghghgh hahxa gfhsehf fhnlsdflsd fhsd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope I can pull it off tomorrow... I don't want to let anyone down... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's the exams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-113206931800017457?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/113206931800017457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=113206931800017457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113206931800017457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113206931800017457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/11/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law!!!!!'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-113198114926972205</id><published>2005-11-14T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:12:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Melodramatic!</title><content type='html'>Acckkkk... Korean tv shows are so drama!!! What with all the 'Our love will never die cause it's just began' and the girl dies in the guy's arms on the beach as he asks 'will you wait for me?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The romantic side of me goes '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwww so sad....&lt;/span&gt;' and cries buckets. The pragmatic/cynical side of me goes '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the heck are they doing at the beach at dawn in the middle of winter?!&lt;/span&gt;' And then the romantic side of me goes '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's soooo beautiful! Won't you love it if it happens to you?&lt;/span&gt;' And then pragmatic side says '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not if I had to die!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. It's beautiful. How nice to have a guy love you so much he'd drag a piano to the same beach you died at and play a song for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop being sarcastic. I truly thought the closing scene from Stairway to Heaven was heartbreaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-113198114926972205?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/113198114926972205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=113198114926972205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113198114926972205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113198114926972205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-melodramatic.html' title='So Melodramatic!'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-113150000083092834</id><published>2005-11-09T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:37:51.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Orchard yesterday</title><content type='html'>I realised they changed the seats. I'm not sure. Maybe it was different all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel we shouldn't question what we have too much. What for? It's a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can look at it in many different ways. That's why you shouldn't always make excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot about myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-113150000083092834?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/113150000083092834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=113150000083092834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113150000083092834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113150000083092834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/11/at-orchard-yesterday.html' title='At Orchard yesterday'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-113125573455430198</id><published>2005-11-06T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:47:40.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img496.imageshack.us/my.php?image=zouk15un.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img496.imageshack.us/img496/9165/zouk15un.th.png" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shanghai1943.blogspot.com"&gt;Jh&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.mel-tinkerbell.blogspot.com"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.chrisintwilightzone.blogspot.com"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-113125573455430198?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/113125573455430198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=113125573455430198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113125573455430198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113125573455430198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/11/la.html' title='La! (:'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-113125179081011725</id><published>2005-11-06T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:37:31.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyeurism</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was on the train. I stood near the doors with my back against the glass partition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this couple standing in front of me, she was looking at him intently. He was not meeting her eyes. She stared at him for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like watching a movie or reading a novel. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She searched his face for traces of remorse, but he refused to meet her eyes&lt;/span&gt;' ... or something cheesy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear what she said, cause I had my headphones on. It would be very rude to evasdrop too. In fact, I was getting really uncomfortable standing there - because it felt like I was interupting a really private moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, it was really like watching a scenario which you are really familiar with, just that this time you're watching as a third person perspective rather than being in the moment itself. And you cannot take your eyes off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't reply and still refused to meet her eyes. He was looking everywhere else but at her. She was still looking at him; her face was impassive, but her eyes were almost - for lack of a better word - pleading. It just seemed like they were alone, like the rest of the people in the train didn't exist but them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on like that for a good 5 minutes. All the while she was staring at him, and he was looking out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, he spoke. Earnestly. Honestly. His head hung low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he spoke, she was slowly tearing. Like, she has already expected to hear what he was going to say, but still it still hurt to hear it out loud. For some reason, I really emphatised with her. Because she looked really hurt and well... I'm guessing this, but she looked really disappointed with him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her at last. She was wiping her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he held her hands, and they walked out at the next station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love happy endings? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-113125179081011725?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/113125179081011725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=113125179081011725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113125179081011725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113125179081011725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/11/voyeurism.html' title='Voyeurism'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-113038194083346769</id><published>2005-10-27T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:02:10.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stream of nothing</title><content type='html'>Just realised that the holidays are coming soon. Like really soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I got so much to talk about, but so little to type. Surely it doesn't make sense... Have been blogging a bit more at the other blog I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's get my thoughts together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hols are coming, I've decided not to do internship (though the one at Bintan Resorts sound really nice, but I think I've enough of SPSS for a while). Think I'm gonna spend my hols bumming, maybe go take driving, go out, shop, do stuff to my room, go to libraries. But I think I'll still be damn bored all the time. Yuck, I hate having nothing to do, but I don't wanna work also since I worked so much during term time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But argghhhh!! I need money, so I need to do some work as well! But like what! I can't teach for nuts, so there goes tuition. Ack... I am wondering if there are any fun work I can do... I don't know. Like walking dogs or something. Actually walking dogs sound really fun! Can look really nice doing it also, like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/ep03_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/ep03_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Complete with the flowers and random hot guy and absolutely gorgeous dogs. Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Have been listening to James Blunt 'You're Beautiful' on repeat lately. It got me to thinking... won't it be a wonderful song for '&lt;a href="http://www.loveactually.com"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/a&gt;'? Especially the Kiera Knightley story? The one where she marries this guy, and the husband's best friend who always seem to really dislike her is actually in love with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during Christmas, he tells her '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Without hope or agenda - Just because it's Christmas - And at Christmas you tell the truth - To me, you are perfect - And my wasted heart will love you -...&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/loveactually.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/loveactually.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear James Blunt in the background singing '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I saw your face / In a crowded place / And I don't know what to do / Cause I'll never be with you&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, you have to switch on the sound track and watch the movie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried buckets during that scene! I thought it was the most romantic thing ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-113038194083346769?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/113038194083346769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=113038194083346769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113038194083346769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113038194083346769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/stream-of-nothing.html' title='Stream of nothing'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-113012091717107102</id><published>2005-10-24T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:22:40.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never again</title><content type='html'>It was the worst feeling in the world, I probably never wanna do it again. But I still love you girls! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/DSC01104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/DSC01104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Taken from Mel's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full story at &lt;a href="http://www.mel-tinkerbell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Thank babe, you're a gem (: Desmond and friends are really nice too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit - I have weird bruises on my hip!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Edit2 - and my arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 3 - and my feet! wtf hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-113012091717107102?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/113012091717107102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=113012091717107102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113012091717107102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/113012091717107102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/never-again.html' title='Never again'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112943067565304989</id><published>2005-10-16T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:56:02.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to stop playing! Edit</title><content type='html'>Have like 157 stuff due next week but I haven't started on anything cause I was too busy playingggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo with &lt;a href="http://www.mel-tinkerbell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.chrisintwilightzone.blogspot.com/"&gt;themanwhore (=p)&lt;/a&gt; was a mess! I didn't know what happened half the night. Hahahaha. It was the waterfall I think. Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazychinamancab - one for one are only for housepours (thank god zouk opening next friday!) - mad in washroom with mel - liveband area to drink - waterfall! - i didn't puke! - can't remember can't remember can't remember - apparently we are on nightlife.sg (i look horrible!!!) - drinking again? - guessing game - mel's scissors! - 3.14! - Mad outside the club - camera whoring - i cannot lie on the rugs :/ - we took videos but mel can't remember! haha - dancing - horrible crowd - stoning at central square apartments - supper at lps - laughing too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/pic%20167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/pic%20167.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think only Mel and Chris will know what I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;^ Think this above photo shows why I said what I said about assets at Momo. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, also went out with chrischen to get qihan's belated bday present at marina. we had carl's jr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/14-10-05_1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/14-10-05_1905.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's huge, I finished one side and I was so full already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh I got new make up!!! Yay! Blush from &lt;a href="http://www.makeupstore.se/english/index.html"&gt;MakeupStore&lt;/a&gt; and a Clinique lip gloss! Makeup makes me happy... although they almost never get used cause I'm too lazy to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Esplanade cause he wanted to look for places to bring his gf. Haha. Saw an elephant clinging on a pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/14-10-05_2149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/14-10-05_2149.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a ninja!!! Chrischen is disgusting. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Esplanade is so pretty now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am supergirl! haha, i went to 9 am class on friday after sleeping for 3 hours, and i managed to pay attention (kind of). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee. i love camp meetings. it's always ends up in a laughing mess of dragons and princess and pigeons and what nots. I love working with Darren and Mel, they have so much ideas. Daryl is a bit stiff. DH is really nice. Flintstones was really funny! I am speaking up a little bit more, I think. Maybe because I find one of the girls a bit annoying. *shrug. Anyway, why isn't he involved in camp this year... :/ haha. Sometimes, even hearing his name is ... I don't know. It reminds me of ... that smile at Sentosa.. at the beach.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhyss dragged us to go eat KFC. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0060938455/ref=pd_bbs_null_1/002-9850756-5781656?v=glance"&gt;Fast Food Nation&lt;/a&gt;. I'm a little wary of fastfood now. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out with the girls at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/P1010644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/P1010644.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously me pretending to be busy and show that i'm good in the kitchen as well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/P1010654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/P1010654.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna post photos of me and SL, cause I promised, but msn's fair game ya? Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole truckload of meetings and assignments next week sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go for internship in december or go for a vacay? Tradeoffs... I don't know. I wanna go HongKong to shop but it'll all be winter clothes. Or a beach location? Lala. Don't knowwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112943067565304989?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112943067565304989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112943067565304989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112943067565304989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112943067565304989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-to-stop-playing-edit.html' title='Time to stop playing! Edit'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112912269765849317</id><published>2005-10-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:24:59.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random embarassing Christine fact (1)</title><content type='html'>I love singing along to 'The Way' by Fastball, especially in a car, or when travelling (not on public transport obviously! Though, I've slipped once or twice. Oops :D). Seriously! It's fun, you should try it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/Presentation1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this picture on my laptop, I think I downloaded it last year, when  &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7148685/displaymode/1107/s/2/framenumber/3/var1/btn_2"&gt;MSN NBC&lt;/a&gt; (this one's funny, teehee =D) had this photo of the year competition, and this is one of the entries. (It did not win, but looking at it makes me happy! =D) I thought it was so apt for the caption, so I just slotted it in to make a desktop wallpaper or something =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; They made up their minds and they started packing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They left before the sun came up that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;An exit to eternal summer slacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But where were they going without ever knowing the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They drank up the wine and they got to talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They now had more important things to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And when the car broke down they started walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Where were they going without ever knowing the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyone could see the road that they walk on is paved in gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And it's always summer they'll never get cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They'll never get hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They'll never get old and gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They won't make it home but they really don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They wanted the highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They're happier there today, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The children woke up and they couldn't find 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They left before the sun came up that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They just drove off and left it all behind 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Leavin' it all behind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But where were they going without ever knowing the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyone could see the road that they walk on is paved in gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And it's always summer they'll never get cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They'll never get hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They'll never get old and gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They won't make it home but they really don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They wanted the highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They're happier there today, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyone could see the road that they walk on is paved in gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And it's always summer they'll never get cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They'll never get hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They'll never get old and gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They won't make it home but they really don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They wanted the highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They're happier there today, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112912269765849317?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112912269765849317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112912269765849317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112912269765849317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112912269765849317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-embarassing-christine-fact-1.html' title='Random embarassing Christine fact (1)'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112908926694409731</id><published>2005-10-12T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T19:52:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like dancing!!!!</title><content type='html'>21st21st21st!!! Zouk is reopening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Man it's a hot one&lt;br /&gt;Like seven inches from the midday sun&lt;br /&gt;I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone&lt;br /&gt;But you stay so cool&lt;br /&gt;My munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa&lt;br /&gt;Your my reason for reason&lt;br /&gt;The step in my groove&lt;br /&gt;And if you say this life ain't good enough&lt;br /&gt;I would give my world to lift you up&lt;br /&gt;I could change my life to better suit your mood&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're so smooth&lt;br /&gt;And just like the ocean under the moon&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the same emotion that I get from you&lt;br /&gt;You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth&lt;br /&gt;Gimme your heart, make it real&lt;br /&gt;Or else forget about it&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;If you would leave it would be a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;In every breath and every word&lt;br /&gt;I hear your name calling me out&lt;br /&gt;Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm from your radio&lt;br /&gt;You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow&lt;br /&gt;Turning you round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112908926694409731?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112908926694409731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112908926694409731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112908926694409731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112908926694409731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel-like-dancing.html' title='I feel like dancing!!!!'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112902615710394184</id><published>2005-10-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:16:05.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You frustrate me!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Omg those students in my computing class are soooo annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about this hypothetical scenario where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid wrote a computer software for his uncle to use in his shop, and declines any payment for the use of the software. The uncle then passes this program to the rest of his friends who are in the industry. So what should the kid do? Is the uncle right or wrong?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So this girl said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'it's the stupidity of the kid, who asked him not to tell the uncle that he cannot spread the software!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, normally I don't say anything in class (too busy stoning) but erm... I was kind of itching to say something. If anything, I took business law before (I got A!) and you can totally argue so much about this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she says something like,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'there is nothing this kid can do about it. It's his stupidity'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take it. For the first time in my life in NUS, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raised my hand&lt;/span&gt; to say something. (At Yanmei's prompting hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'Erm, actually, no. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intellectual_property"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Copyright laws&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; protect the kid' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative guy and annoying girl immediately have things to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! I didn't expect such backlash... (Especially in computing class... I mean, I'm a business student, don't know anything about programming. But I know my business law...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative Guy - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'But he cannot prove that he wrote the program'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'Well he cannot, but it doesn't change the fact that he wrote the program, and that he is the author of the program'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative Guy - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'But how does he prove it? How does he register his copyright? He cannot even prove that he wrote the program, the uncle can say he wrote it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*don't you just hate people who argue for the sake of arguing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'You don't have to register a copyright, it's automatic. You register patents and trademarks, but you don't have to register for a copyright. You automatically have copyright over your software.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying Girl - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'But he gave it to his uncle and never say anything, so his uncle can do anything with it. He can give it to his friends' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - ???!!!! What the hell are they talking about?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me -&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 'True, but we are talking about the rights of the kid. The fact doesn't change that he holds the copyright of the software! Unless he sold or gave copyright to the uncle, which he didn't' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative Guy -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 'But how does he prove it? He cannot prove it!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - ?!!!!?!?!??!! I'm damn confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'Okay, he cannot, but does this change the fact that he holds the copyright to the program and that he can say what he wants to do with it? It's like, you write an article for a trade journal, a student quotes your article in his term paper, if he doesn't reference it back to your article in his bibilography, it's considered plagarism!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative Guy - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'You cannot compare this with a article! Software got software laws!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me -&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 'Is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copyright"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't think so!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; He holds the rights to the program and he is protected. So the uncle, whether he knows it or not, shouldn't have sent out copies to his friends without the permission of the kid!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative Guy - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'No, you cannot compare it to plagarism...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'It is akin to plagarism'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying Girl - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'But since the kid never said anything about it, the uncle can give the program to his friends. And also the uncle don't know it's wrong, so he gave his friends, he don't know it's illegal! So how to say he's wrong? And also nobody knows it's wrong'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - ..... *fume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'So you're saying if he doesn't know the laws, he's not wrong? So let's say, if you breathe, and nobody saw you breathe, does this mean you didn't breathe? The fact lies that, he did something wrong, whether he knows it or not, it's doesn't change the fact that it's wrong' &lt;/span&gt;(I wanted to say 'fart', but it'll be rude...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fran&amp;YF - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'Wah that's such an arts reference'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - I know! It's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'If there is a chair in the room, but there nobody saw it, does the chair exist?'&lt;/span&gt; hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying Girl - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'But nobody knew that he did it, and it's only between friends, so cannot blame him also'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then even Caleb cannot take it. HAhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'If I kill someone, and nobody saw it, does it mean I didn't kill anyone? It doesn't change the fact that it's wrong!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - *stifle laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying girl - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'But he never sold it, and the kid already gave the program to him'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me -&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; 'I'm not saying he should sue his uncle or what, I'm just saying, the kid has his rights, and whether the uncle as good or bad intentions, he still did something wrong'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative Guy - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'It's only morally wrong...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;'... Uh... whatever, I'm not even bring up why it is called copyright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; anymore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tutor agreed with us. Hahahahaha =D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love arguing when I'm obviously right. =P Haha... When I know I'm wrong, I usually don't argue back... that's why I really hate it when people argue for the sake of arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! I've probably fulfilled my class participation points for the rest of the semesterrrrrrrrrrrrr yayyyy =D=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112902615710394184?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112902615710394184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112902615710394184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112902615710394184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112902615710394184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-frustrate-me.html' title='You frustrate me!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112903302138129030</id><published>2005-10-11T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:45:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am her, an exercise in ironies. I am enamored by music and words. She does not believe in words anymore. He tells me of my infectious smile. She tells me of my iciness. They tell me of my unpredictability. I feel, even more than I want to. I am missed, I am not missed. I am resilient, I am fragile. If there were no tears she will still cry, if there were no light she will still hope. I am a romantic, she's a pisces. Self conscious, very so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tell me what do I need, when words lose their meaning'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture I picked out. I like how content I looked (: I think you can only look truly happy when you are happy on the inside as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/P1000778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/P1000778.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/17360412-112903302138129030?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112903302138129030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112903302138129030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112903302138129030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112903302138129030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112894975631309199</id><published>2005-10-10T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:09:16.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight is</title><content type='html'>difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly really tired... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up, I totally fell asleep after camp meeting at Munchie Monkeys. Had to cab home because I was really that tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly hope the kids will enjoy the camp... I like working with kids, but I always never knew how to relate to 13 year olds... I don't know what they are thinking, I don't know what they like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to WS online... I asked something a bit uncharacteristic of me. Even I was a little thrown off when I saw what I wrote. Something along the lines of 'Why am I working so hard?' And then - 'Work so hard for? I just wanna be a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tai tai&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever said I want to be a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tai tai&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would probably be bored to tears, am just not the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tai tai&lt;/span&gt; type la. Socialite maybe. Hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand myself now. It's like my mind is spinning in a different direction every moment. Damn, I thought the self identity issues are supposed to be ironed out when I was in my teens?!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand myself. I don't know what I'm thinking. I don't know what I want. Do I choose to just abandon everything I've believed in and just do what I want because it's fun? Or do continue to do what I think is right and ultimately I will thank myself for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it when I'm rational but irrational. Pragmatic but idealistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked me 'Why am I always so ice cold? Why am I always so unapproachable?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, don't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112894975631309199?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112894975631309199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112894975631309199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112894975631309199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112894975631309199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/tonight-is.html' title='Tonight is'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112891042488630381</id><published>2005-10-10T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:16:16.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brewerkz!</title><content type='html'>Was there last night with Lucas, Mike, Yanmei, Kok, Yif, Sandra and Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They (i.e Brewerkz) have humongous burgers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much bigger than Carl's Jr (I wanna go there! edit: okay i'm looking at their menu online and i'm starving!!! i wanna gooooooo!!!!!) and ... no seriously it's huge! Words can't describe. You must see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/P10106161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/P10106161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak!!!&lt;br /&gt;See!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas and Aaron had that (King's Brew) and half of it was left untouched. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared a Full rack of BBQ Ribs with Mike... It looks quite unimpressive here, but that's cause it's 3 stacks of ribs stacked together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/P10106151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/P10106151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But .. it's just alright... mediocare I guess, maybe I didn't have much appetite after Yanmei told me her horror story regarding ribs. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have beer or any kind of alcohol! (Although Brewerks are known for bewing their own beer or something like that) I'm such a good girl... (I hate beer anyway) The drink in the picture is apple juice... serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brewerks! The light thingy on the floor... Quite nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/P1010622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/P1010622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a picture of us girls... I didn't include the picture with the guys, cause I look awful in it! Hee! (Erm, not that this is very nice, but this is nicer than that) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CHRIST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/P1010626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/P1010626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is a scary driver! Haha... I think we got horned twice! It was quite funny how we travelled around the SMU campus area looking for Pool Junction/Pool Fusion looking for U turns and stuff. Hahaha. And Yifang's bimbo moments are quite funny too. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112891042488630381?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112891042488630381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112891042488630381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112891042488630381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112891042488630381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/brewerkz.html' title='Brewerkz!'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112884348414126575</id><published>2005-10-09T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:11:39.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah</title><content type='html'>I know how it feels like. The lurch. The uncomfortable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, like okay, I'm not surprised but... oh, there is still that weird moment of strangeness. Like you're floating outside your body seeing yourself react. I'm not surprised, really. I think nothing much surprises me anymore. I don't know. I'm not sure how to put it in words. This is not the first time I'm at a loss for words, but it definitely is the first time I'm honestly lost in terms of not knowing what to feel. Genuinely... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a strange sensation. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't know what to feel... then why bother to figure out what to feel? Maybe it shows that it doesn't bother you... if it doesn't then why should you feel that you need to react? Or maybe it's a delayed reaction, if so, let it bother you when it comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... it's very much like... when you tell someone something, then the person goes 'Oh'. And you're surprised why she only said 'Oh', and she says 'I don't really know what else to say'. And you know it's on her mind, but you also know that when something else more important comes along to occupy her mind, what you told her will be forgotten. Something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brewerkz tonight, I hope it's good =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112884348414126575?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112884348414126575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112884348414126575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112884348414126575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112884348414126575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/woah.html' title='Woah'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112876102622463443</id><published>2005-10-08T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T18:05:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So little time, so much to do (edited cause I was bored)</title><content type='html'>Not really in the &lt;a href="http://www.getlyrics.com/lyrics.php/Arkana/SHOW+LYRICS/So+Little+Time"&gt;Arkana&lt;/a&gt; sense, but more literal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promo/Product/MarketResearch is sucking the life out of me! Hmpf SPSS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an expert in SPSS, contrary to popular belief. I am only good at running tests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! 2 hypothesis and I can crap about it for 8 minutes for the presentation! I'm proud of myself! Hehehehe. And I'm proud of Yonghui and Larry for their presentation skills too... Yh did really well in the managerial implications part, and Larry is so convincing! Chuanhui did such a fantastic job on the powerpoint slides as well! I loved the colours and the design! Jiaying too, it was her who was running tests with me on SPSS and keeping me sane on the whole! haha... and erm, Ken as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 'hanging out' with the whole group of them (wh, zw, chuan, yonghui, val, jiaying, edmund, grace) was fun. Like he said, we haven't had such a huge group of us for such a long time. and we haven't informally congregated in the canteen for such a long time. haha. Grace always tells me she hasn't seen me for such a long time... haha... which leads me to really wonder if i had deviated so far from the bizad group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's good to be busy. These days my life is only filled with 3M, Scotch-Brite, Cereal, Nestle, Bookbinders, SMS and Youth, East Coast Park, Sumex (and what on earth that is) and other what not. Maybe the occasional other stuff (like I really need to go clubbing, and I haven't seen a movie for god knows how long, and I need a new wardrobe and i need to dye my hair and get a hair cut haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys know that French laptops (or keyboards in general) are different? As in, they are not the QWERTY types! I didn't know that, until I was using Olivier's laptop to take notes and realised after a while that I was typing rubbish (and he was laughing at me!!! :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks like (&lt;a href="http://www.language-keyboard.com/stickers/french_keyboard_stickers.jpg"&gt;from this website&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/french_keyboard_stickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/french_keyboard_stickers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently German keyboards are different too! Do I have a German classmate do I have a German classmate?? *thinks*&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I can look at Nick's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mel suggesting we eat tang yuan on thursday, now I have a craving for tang yuan all the time. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman gave me 7 tang yuans instead of 6... and the truly ironic thing is - the last one that I ate was actually peanut tangyuan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so delish though... I had to stop eating and spit it out. But it's so delish!! I haven't eaten peanut tang yuan in my entire life... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she mixed up Caleb's order with mine... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... doing Sumex (Summary exercise?) and was told that it is actually a whole day exercise. I didn't know that! (Maybe because during the whole of the meeting I was half asleep, due to having only 4 hours of sleep the night before) But it sounds fun, and I've never really planned a whole day event (not really) since FOC and that was only campus hunt, pool games and Sentosa. I'm sure Darren Mel Daryl and I will do well... hopefully! =D=D=D I'm very excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is Camp Master! Caleb and WX are program ICs! Hahahahaha. Why are all my friends so high flyyyyyingggggg. =P =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard being a bitch :(&lt;br /&gt;I had to be angry and pissed off the whole night, while the others are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was soooo fun! I really liked hanging out with the rest of the actors. They kept referring to me as the door bitch!! Even the camera man!!! :/ Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would laugh when I see the dance, but I didn't! Cause I was too busy being tired. Hahaha. I felt mean though. =)&lt;br /&gt;KS - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why is the bouncer not bouncing?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha-bloody-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't tell me he'd be using that line, and I nearly sputtered when I heard it. I had to keep a straight face and pretend to be unimpressed by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh.. it happened again! D was driving all of us home from Simei... and he dropped KS at school, so I was like 'Oh I can direct you from here'. It kind of slipped my mind that every time I tried to direct someone to my place from school I inevitably (the keyword is inevitably!) forget to tell them which exit to take... and for like the third time, we ended up at Jurong Island. :/ :/ :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, you kind of figured it when you start to see huge trucks and cargo vehicles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use getting a license ... don't even know the way back from school... :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112876102622463443?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112876102622463443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112876102622463443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112876102622463443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112876102622463443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-little-time-so-much-to-do-edited.html' title='So little time, so much to do (edited cause I was bored)'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112853579451262037</id><published>2005-10-06T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:12:55.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still can blog somemore!</title><content type='html'>Promo is sucking the life out of me!!! Help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I decided to change my handphone back to the Motorola one I got a couple of months back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ronnie texted me, I replied, but found I couldn't send the message, as message memory is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full? I've already deleted all my messages from my SIM card... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, Motorola stored my outgoing messages. All 77 of them. And all of them, I realised, are addressed to one receipient. The same receipient.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told myself, don't see. Don't open up, just erase, it's easy... you did that a few weeks back... it's easy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being me, couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read each and every one of my outgoing messages. Then I deleted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I had no feelings after reading that. Sure, there are pangs, but on the whole... I was feeling quite neutral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112853579451262037?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112853579451262037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112853579451262037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112853579451262037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112853579451262037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/still-can-blog-somemore.html' title='Still can blog somemore!'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112843604075600417</id><published>2005-10-04T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:47:37.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my friggin god</title><content type='html'>I am 45 kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body mass index is 16.1 and according to &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/nccdphp/dnpa/bmi/calc-bmi.htm#Metric"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;, anything less than 18.5 is underweight. I've always been borderline underweight, so that doesn't really bother me, but still. I've never been 45kg since... I don't know. secondary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, according to &lt;a href="http://www.healthchecksystems.com/heightweightchart.htm"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;, I'm not even small frame. (I'm 5'6 and 99 pd) Granted, that's for caucasian women... I think I should be about 53-55 kg for my height. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people have been telling me I look thinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to drag my skinny ass to a buffet near me. (If you're wondering, no, I still do not have a skinny ass. It's only my shoulders that are damn skinny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/pic%20220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/pic%20220.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeee!!!!! Jutting shoulder bones!!! I won't show you my collar bones. You guys are not prepared for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a good weight to gain back to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/P1000521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/P1000521.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go eat buffet with me!! Erm, after this week though, it's kind of hell week for me this week. @#$@#%$# projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;a href="http://bioskin.com.sg/bioskin_content.html"&gt;Bioskin&lt;/a&gt; O2 facial is so much better than &lt;a href="http://www.marychia.com/"&gt;Mary Chia&lt;/a&gt;'s facial! My skin is so so so nice after the O2 facial... love it so much, and it only came up to about 100 plus bucks, considered cheaper cause my mum's some member at Bioskin or something. &lt;a href="http://darkwound.blogspot.com/"&gt;My brother&lt;/a&gt; went with me, and I think broster might be a metrosexual a la Tay Ping Hui. Whaha. Sian, too bad we've signed on to Mary Chia, so I've to wait like a few more months before I can switch over to Bioskin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to go destroy my skin by going tanning... now I'm super burnt, and my shoulders hurt. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112843604075600417?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112843604075600417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112843604075600417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112843604075600417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112843604075600417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-my-friggin-god.html' title='Oh my friggin god'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112834760898607826</id><published>2005-10-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:56:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of chuckling, door bitches, lousy losers and medicated oil</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I have been laughing too much these few days. My cheeks hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, Weisiong, Caleb and I went to eat supper at Bt. Timah. On the way back, Weisiong and Caleb are in the front seats, Mel and I are in the back seat. We were talking about females protecting themselves against perverts, so someone brought up pepper spray. The guys in front started talking about ... I don't know. Something boring about pepper spray and laser tasers or something like that. Hahaha. Mel and I were talking in the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me 'Can use insecticide, but it's too big to stuff in your bag'&lt;br /&gt;Mel 'Ya... or insect repellant'&lt;br /&gt;Me 'Yup, spray into his eyes'&lt;br /&gt;Mel 'Or medicated oil'&lt;br /&gt;Me 'Medicated oil?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hbwsupply.com/media/AxeBrand_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel 'Yes!!!!!' *makes hand flicking movements like throwing oil at pervert'&lt;br /&gt;Me 'Hahahahhaha... what?!!! Can you imagine telling the perv wait!! let the oil come out!'&lt;br /&gt;Mel 'Hahahahahaha' (still laughing) &lt;br /&gt;Me 'Hahahahahaha'(cannot stop laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally doubled over the back seat laughing. Hahahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed for a good 5 minutes =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Incident 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my saturday and sunday in school. Can you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;So much so I think we are all brain dead. I've seen Larry, Yonghui, Chuanhui, Jiaying and Ken for at least 24 hours. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no social life :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... so we were going home last night (yes, I left school at 12 midnight on a sunday !@#$$%) then Chuanhui said something like 'Larry long legs lousy loser'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she went 'Quite sad right, you can actually be lousy being a loser'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, I burst out laughing... hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of us (maybe except Larry) laughed all the way as we walked out to the main road to take cab. Alright, maybe only me and Chuanhui, but I couldn't help it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the whole night, I was trying to get into role, pretending to be a bitch. Trying to snap at them, be pissed off that they keep asking me to run SPSS tests (hahahaha) and and give them the evil eye. I'm kind of up to this already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/me2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sorry no pretty photos for you guys, =P So far I've succeeded by looking mildly pissed off. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ... cannot... Everytime I try to do the evil eye on Larry or anybody else, I burst out laughing in like, 2 seconds. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Incident 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling with Wenyee at ECP today! For 2 hours straight, I was so damn tired, thank goodness her chauffer was there to send us back to school, I don't wanna stand on the train! I could get used to this! Hahaha. (I'm not materialistic! No no no!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the tiredness that got Wenyee and I so crappy, and pissed off at Dan being late. We were really mean to him today. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we're talking about giggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Green shirt guy will giggle'&lt;br /&gt;'What?! No ... chuckle?'&lt;br /&gt;'Guffaw!'&lt;br /&gt;'No one says chuckle! It's so british!'&lt;br /&gt;'Guffaw ... hahahahahaha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know this is not a funny conversation. Not even remotely. But, we are just so tired and crappy, we spent like 5 minutes laughing at what we were talking about. Which is rubbish. I told them that back in secondary school I was doing this short acting exercise for lit class Romeo and Juliet; I was supposed to be Lady Capulet (Not Juliet :/) and I couldn't even say like 3 words without laughing. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the evil eye thing on them... doesn't work also. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember the number of times people told me that I look damn unfriendly when I don't smile. But that's because hello... no one smiles all the time right, that's just quite psychotic. Why would I like, smile when I'm alone walking around in bizad canteen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Tried. Going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Amazing how I was thinking, since Zouk has closed for renovations, I won't be clubbing that much - but I did last Wed (went to support Key in some Ford Supermodels thing with Moon and co) and this week I'm gonna sort of club! Hah! :D I'm missing my cosmopolitans!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112834760898607826?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112834760898607826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112834760898607826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112834760898607826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112834760898607826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-chuckling-door-bitches-lousy-losers.html' title='Of chuckling, door bitches, lousy losers and medicated oil'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112824512184004904</id><published>2005-10-02T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:25:21.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement</title><content type='html'>I'm helping my friend with filming! Gonna act as a bitch. Whahahaha. I think it's gonna be fun! I don't know how much I can reveal about it, so I'm just gonna keep it general. I'm not sure if she's already casted it, but she needs (1) cute guy (2) people who club. Erm, don't think you're gonna get paid :P But what's important, surely, is that you get to spend time with friends! Like, urm, me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to practice the bitch face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming for something like this (Tatiana's got a gorgeous 'bitch face' and I mean this in the best way I can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/2da6d50c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/2da6d50c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the closest I came was this - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/21-01-05_1012%20Fierce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/21-01-05_1012%20Fierce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fierce at all!! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/02-01-05_2313%20Clean%20face%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/02-01-05_2313%20Clean%20face%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot... I'm just not fierce! :/ Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17360412-112824512184004904?l=iridescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/feeds/112824512184004904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17360412&amp;postID=112824512184004904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112824512184004904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17360412/posts/default/112824512184004904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iridescence.blogspot.com/2005/10/advertisement.html' title='Advertisement'/><author><name>chrisss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11577268515815138336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qEWB8mzHZH0/SXcAipKFnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/1GAOvm_5QRs/S220/257334480l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17360412.post-112823455791569545</id><published>2005-10-02T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:07:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in the life of a bimbo</title><content type='html'>Don't know what's wrong with blogger... keep eating up my entries. This was meant to be last Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were any other girl on the street looking at me on Thursday, I'd wanna laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing this t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/1600/rockertee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4608/74/320/rockertee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was in a very bimbotic mood. But too bad I wasn't with my bimbotic friends, or anyone who would do bimbotic stuff with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in tourism lecture with Wenyee and Daniel and Asram, W's friend from Brunei (sp?). TC (the lecturer) told us to discuss about tourist packages, theme tours and stuff, i.e. The Princess Diana : People's Princess tour, Gandhi Peace Trail etc etc. And we were just throwing out ideas, but most of them seemed quite standard - Castles of Europe, Movie Star houses ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said 'Paris Hilton! The 'That's Hot' Tour!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We could like, go to the places she shops at, clubs she frequents, places she's been to on the Simple Life. And heck, we could even go to Paris with Paris and Paris (her fiance)! Hah!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They burst out laughing. 'Ok, if TC asks, you'll have to say it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, no way la. What are the odds right, he doesn't even know my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't too hard to envision what happened, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC happened to know Asram, and asked him about his group's proposal. All of them turned to look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... how, no choice, I talked about the 'Paris Hilton That's Hot!' tour, saying our target audience was wannabe socialites, etc etc. And beside answers like, I don't know, the Israel trail etc... my answer was soooo shallow. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to be wearing that t shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Was reading Mel's blog, and it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... it seems like, as you grow older, you actually DO change. It's not to say I never believed in it, it's just more of I never thought it would actually happen. (That's confusing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been changing, maybe it's for the better, maybe it's for the worse. It really depends on how I choose to see it. I've become more reliant, but I've also become more independant in a sense. I've become more open, but at the same time, I've learn when to shut up. I've become more honest and straightfoward to people, yet I've closed off parts of myself to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used be those kind of girls who keep everything. Every single piece of paper that might have a bit of memory. I'll keep it. I used to think that I'll never be able to throw it away, because of what it meant. I've changed, I could actually do it. Throw away everything without a second thought, without missing it either. Of course, it still sometimes lurk at the back of the mind - memories are after all something you cannot control. I would if I could. It's like that song - '.... I die everytime I find a piece of it in corners of my mind, so I washed it all away.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realised - it's really very simple. If I only think in one aspect (myself) and in one direction (forward), I'll be a happier me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing to become a better person (: Of course, I still miss the old me (that sounds soooo weird. haha) the me that was 100% idealistic and uncomplicated. The old me who doesn't think a lot. The old me who has no worries. But the new me ... well, I'm striving towards that, the new me is not cynical, but rational. Still idealistic, but down to earth. Okay I better stop this talk before I sound really schizo. 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