<?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-10945028</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:44:57.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lack chlorophyll</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115993292881704930</id><published>2006-10-04T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:35:28.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved.</title><content type='html'>after much talk of moving to another blog, i have finally really decided to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's my new blog address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fallto-fly.livejournal.com"&gt;http://fallto-fly.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a change of scenery. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115993292881704930?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115993292881704930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115993292881704930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115993292881704930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115993292881704930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/10/moved.html' title='moved.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115988127647200179</id><published>2006-10-03T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:16:47.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muscles come to me!!!!</title><content type='html'>comeee to meeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME TO MEEE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSCLESSSSS (not fats) COMEEEE TO ME....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this chant. how nice!! :) i went to the gym today and i'm aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is good.&lt;br /&gt;i love pain.&lt;br /&gt;pain means no more fats.&lt;br /&gt;pain is good.&lt;br /&gt;pain makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;pain is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so zi's pain chant works. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a little.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha i'm glad i went to the gym today. did the ski machine because my useless knee feels funny but mostly because my stamina seems to have deserted me. it's fun going to the gym with debs. she's such joy to hang out with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay debs, keep your ego human sized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she taught me the "hang in mid air and lift your knee to your tummy" exercise. and WOAH it's good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is good.&lt;br /&gt;i love pain.&lt;br /&gt;pain is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha did some triceps pulling thing, a couple of my core exercises, skied on the ski machine, exercised my abs on the swivel ab machine and rowed on the rowing machine. wow, i'm impressed by myself. i didn't know i had actually done so much until i wrote it all down. hmm, cool. i'm so going to ache tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain is good.&lt;br /&gt;i love pain.&lt;br /&gt;pain is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can probably tell, i had some extra time on my hands today that's why i could take my time to go to the gym and well for once, i'm not complaining about quizzes and work. hur hur. well thank goodness my mid terms are all overrrrrr and done with, although i don't have a very good feeling about it but heck, no point crying over spilt milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, but poor dear, he's having his mid terms on thursday and it's an extremely tough and DRY subject. ONLY TWO MORE DAYS!!!! you can do it!!!!! jiayou. :)))))) i went to visit him last night at his house and we watched american's next top model. it's amazing how fun it is to watch ANTM with a guy, especially when they're soooo brutally MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you watched ANTM 6 last night, they had to go through a rapping test to exhibit their wit and humour. and so it was JADE's turn, surprise surprise *righttt*, she had to turn to insult to be "FUNNY". and so she "rapped" something like "furonda furonda, your face is so bumpy, you make me feel lumpy." OKAY, what better way to open the flood gates of hate mail among the girls than this? alright, it was quite a funny rhyme, albeit being utterly vicious. but no no, my dear boyfriend didn't think so, he thought it was the funniest thing said on the show and no you won't want to hear what he had to add to that. boys boys boys, how can they be so brutally mean? i guess it's just not in them to mince their words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, men are from mars and women are from venus. (er, i think sooo, so is it the other round?) it's what makes them different from us... :) and sometimes, it's just amusing to hear what they have to say, as long as they are not talking about you. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115988127647200179?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115988127647200179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115988127647200179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115988127647200179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115988127647200179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/10/muscles-come-to-me.html' title='muscles come to me!!!!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115960575942800755</id><published>2006-09-30T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:49:37.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOO hip-pening.</title><content type='html'>I'm in school at 431pm on a Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda of the day: attend the Nepal meeting, find my course reserve text in the library and do some serious MUGging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 4.31pm, i've completed:&lt;br /&gt;erm. the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So I've not exactly done what i set out to do today BUT i've got 6 hours more in school and i will DO SOME SERIOUS MUGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was reading Jilyn's blog just now and it was SOOOOOOOOO hip-pening! (cross of hip and happening) So happy to know that she's having so much fun and experiencing so much halfway across the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she started a blog!!!! at least i can get to drool and ogle over the beautiful architecture and museums and churches and gorgeous scenery she's taking in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so maybe i know why my productivity is at absolutely rock bottom today. haha i think i should stop reading blogs. right. i will stop after the next one. i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115960575942800755?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115960575942800755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115960575942800755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115960575942800755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115960575942800755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/09/soo-hip-pening.html' title='SOO hip-pening.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115934814874497773</id><published>2006-09-27T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:09:08.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best way to start a conversation</title><content type='html'>"you look tired!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ha! bingo, that's the switch to the flood gates of complaints after complaints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i got that a few times this week and true enough, it gave me a few opportunities to bitch about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, it's finally wednesday, i just finished a blardy corporate reporting quiz this morning. if you hated accounting, and you hated finance, imagine the deadliest concoction of accounting and finance! and you get corporate reporting. blardy hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for some retail therapy now. byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115934814874497773?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115934814874497773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115934814874497773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115934814874497773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115934814874497773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-way-to-start-conversation.html' title='the best way to start a conversation'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115871633804345270</id><published>2006-09-20T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:41:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids.</title><content type='html'>i love how softly their hair falls on their lovely angelic faces and the way a simple smile from them can bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B U T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they can be such brats. twitching and stomping, whining uncontrollably and indiscriminately, jumping around like an energizer bunny (and just as irritating plus with boundless energy), screaming at the top of their voices, crawling and rolling around on the dirtiest places possible (to ensure their parents will tend to them because they can't bear to wash those disgusting clothes), crying in absolute rehearsed distress and basically, just being as embarrassing as they can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so i don't hate kids. i do want to have kids! unfortunately, they can be such undeniable pests. i always try to put myself in the shoes of those poor parents and wonder what i would do in their situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i...&lt;br /&gt;slap the kid (nah, too violent)&lt;br /&gt;pinch him in places no one can see (hmmm, welll... nah, don't want him to look like a leopard.)&lt;br /&gt;give him the murderous look (definitely. on second thoughts, would it work?)&lt;br /&gt;drag him to the female toilet and give him a "teaching" he won't forget? (yeah, probably. they need to be taught a lesson.)&lt;br /&gt;talk reason to him (yeah, definitely my first choice but i have a feeling that it wouldn't work.)&lt;br /&gt;make him stand and stare at the wall (when i can't be bothered)&lt;br /&gt;let him run free and do whatever he wants (never. i hate kids who run around and make nuisances of themselves while the mums just watch on impassionately. yuck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, but i do understand how difficult it can be with kids. come down too harsh on them and they rebel. give them too much freedom and they become devil kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, why am i talking about kids in such a motherly manner? damn, i'm really getting old. hahaha in hokkien it just means "chao lao".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115871633804345270?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115871633804345270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115871633804345270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115871633804345270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115871633804345270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/09/kids.html' title='kids.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115865935004505594</id><published>2006-09-19T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:34:30.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnt out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahah i've been bugged to update my blog. yes yes i know i haven't been too regular in my blog-updating but sigh, it's week 5 of school and i'm absolutely TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm buried really deep in my huge pile of readings accumulated from week 1. hahaha i know i know, i should have taken my readings at bite size starting from week 1 but well, it's a display of my wonderfully powerful procrastination skills at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for someone who has been in school since 9 this morning for a blardy meeting which will be continued at 8pm tonight, i'm feeling sufficiently exhausted, at least to warrant myself some time to blog and scream about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, enough whining. heard enough of myself for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to make a conscious effort to drag my sad sorry carcass to the gym at least twice a week now. apparently, happiness encourages food intake. and a gargantuan insatiable appetite, i must add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exercising makes me feel good about myself, i think it's an endorphin thing but i must say that it also produces an extremely vicious cycle of exercising → eating more (because i worked for it) → exercising more → eating EVEN more (because i deserve it!!) and well, you see where this is going right? yup, a better and BIGGER me. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now to happier things →&lt;br /&gt;so, the fact that i'm going to france has finally sunk in. to say that i'm thrilled is an understatement! wahaha, i've checked up on air tickets, on the school term and also beginning to revise my absolutely rusty french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well but admist the happiness, the weight of the exchange is once again falling on my small, frail heart. this is the epitome of mixed/confused emotions. sigh just gotta take whatever drops on my plate like a lady i guess. i hope it's a huge nice succulent lobster. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was munch's birthday celebration on saturday! that sweet girl treated us to vila'ge (at heeren, where the old marche was. although i can't tell the difference btw vila'ge and marche - it was such a successful copycat that i would have thought it was still marche if munch didn't point it out.) and we had such a nice selection of tasty yum yum food!!! too bad jilyn wasn't here. :( haha but good for munch la, she can save on 1 person's worth of food money. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the filling YUM dinner, we proceeded to balcony for drinks and for our bitching session. hahaha it was fun. and informative of course. all the dirty secrets came spilling under the influence of the dark steamy environment and definitely because of our painfully open luk manchi. hope she had fun at her celebration! muacks munch. :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! i was trying this picasa collage thing yesterday and i was so excited after admiring my beautiful creations. but oh, i have to warn you before you scroll down any further that it's a pretty mushy sight. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/collage35.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nice ya? i love it. hahaha and don't ask me why i put that kissing photo in front or what i was doing with my mouth wide open. *shy*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i will post more collages once i've got the time to do more. :) alrighty, till the next update.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115865935004505594?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115865935004505594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115865935004505594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115865935004505594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115865935004505594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/09/burnt-out.html' title='burnt out.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115781827816627692</id><published>2006-09-09T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:11:18.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watershock on 2nd sept</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4277.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ho ho ho. our pretty sailing booth! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/IMGP4204.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4204.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;munch the monkey! hugging me early in the morning. hahaha too bad i didn't catch a photo of her and her auntie pouch she was lugging around the whole day. hahaha so cute. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the laser picos we loaned! too bad i didn't get to sail in them. what a waste!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4241.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fiona! our dearest baby rabbit! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4247.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DEBS and AMAN! ahhhh check out our tan. hahahah where's ZIIII?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the GIRLS. ladies. babes. droolsome dears. :) it all applies. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the babes and hunks of sailing.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4258.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;our huge sailing family!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115781827816627692?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115781827816627692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115781827816627692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115781827816627692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115781827816627692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/09/watershock-on-2nd-sept.html' title='Watershock on 2nd sept'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115781622752238592</id><published>2006-09-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:37:07.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuanrong's 21st birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/IMGP4196.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/200/IMGP4196.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/IMGP4198.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/200/IMGP4198.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/IMGP4197.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/200/IMGP4197.0.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the main leads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/IMGP4189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the 3 pwetty us. well, pretty at least for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4190.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;heh, see what i mean? ho ho ho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we were supposed to look exceptionally happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/IMGP4197.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115781622752238592?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115781622752238592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115781622752238592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115781622752238592'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/IMGP4165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; deciding where to head to on this extremely HOT saturday afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/IMGP4147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was too hot. so we decided to take photos. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the superbly long bus queue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had to keep ourselves busy while the bus crawled to where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP4171.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In the cable car on the way to the station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115781380224180529?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115781380224180529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115781380224180529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115781380224180529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115781380224180529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-at-sentosa.html' title='A day at Sentosa!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115781180224684546</id><published>2006-09-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:23:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little something</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"the imperfect past makes the present tense."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an interesting pun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115781180224684546?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115781180224684546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115781180224684546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115781180224684546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115781180224684546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-little-something.html' title='just a little something'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115781171393536022</id><published>2006-09-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:21:54.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have not been abducted.</title><content type='html'>i'm writing this post to prove that i have NOT been abducted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, but my dearest laptop has been. and i have not seen it for close to a month now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;hate it when technology screws itself up and blows up in my face. (okay, not literally here, don't worry) absolutely detest this hollow feeling i get without my darling laptop. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost the 4th week of school and already i've got a quiz coming up on monday. that's fast isn't it? argh, the absolute drag of inertia is slowing me down so much i feel like a snail running a marathon. oh well, hopefully i won't be crushed by anyone along my loooonnng journey to the finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY! how could i leave this out!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M DEFINITELY GOING ON EXCHANGE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my application to France, ESC - Rouen has been accepted! Hail the people who said yes to my application! WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm absolutely THRILLED about it. the prospect of roaming the streets of one of the most romantic countries in the world, the excitement of taking in all the history of this old yet undeniably fashionable country and the wonderful idea of living in a foreign country is making me go GAGA just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furious planning is definitely needed - ho ho ho and i mean travel plans! WHOOPEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, with everything good comes something bad. and the bad thing comes in the form of my dearest boy. all of a sudden, an exchange means more than just an opportunity of a lifetime. it's a test of our relationship - it could very well go either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, admist the flurry of happiness about my exchange, a tinge or maybe a huge chunk of regret/worry/sadness lingers in the background. well, i guess we can see it as a test. it's definitely not going to be easy to be away from him for a full 5 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm glad i'm going to be surrounded by some of my dearest friends in France! :) sin's going to be in paris, so will debra. alvi, ivy and louis will be with me at Rouen, and hopefully rong cos she's still in the midst of deciding. it'll no doubt be a wonderful wonderful exchange! i can envision it now already. it's time for some revisioning of FRENCH. oui oui oui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i miss jilyn tan and miss ng. it's bad enough not having a good friend around to announce the good news to and now both of them are so far awayyyy. sigh! and miss NG! please do come online or check your higgley mail. i've been awaiting your grand presence on msn!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115781171393536022?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115781171393536022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115781171393536022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115781171393536022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115781171393536022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-not-been-abducted.html' title='I have not been abducted.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115693357838089196</id><published>2006-08-30T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:26:18.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly me.</title><content type='html'>I was told that on the 27th of August 2006 1230am, Mars will make a once-in-our-lifetime, remarkably close approach to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, being me, on the pretext that 27th August is already, without that interesting piece of information, supposed to be a special day (our 3rd month), i gladly took in the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking it would be an extremely special day considering the coincidence of these 2 special events, him and i decided to meet earlier on 26th August to camp out at East Coast Park for a romantic viewing of the "red moon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, from the tone of my post, you can probably tell that we saw nothing. well, being the gullible me, i thought it was the blardy clouds that marred my romantic 3rd month. so, i googled it. :) guess what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT! it was a hoax. TMD. thank goodness we didn't go through a lot of trouble just to catch the moon. hahaha alright, let me shed some light on this matter, considering the bewildered look you've got on your faces now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Claim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   The planet Mars will make a once-in-our-lifetimes, remarkably close approach to Earth on 27 August 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   False. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   [Collected on the Internet, 2003 and 2006]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this was the email message i received! imagine my excitment and glee when i thought this was real. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Red Planet is about to be spectacular! This month and next, Earth is catching up with Mars in an encounter that will culminate in the closest approach between the two planets in recorded history. The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Due to the way Jupiter's gravity tugs on Mars and perturbs its orbit, astronomers can only be certain that Mars has not come this close to Earth in the Last 5,000 years, but it may be as long as 60,000 years before it happens again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The encounter will culminate on August 27th when Mars comes to within 34,649,589 miles of Earth and will be (next to the moon) the brightest object in the night sky. Mars will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the beginning of August it will rise in the east at 10 p.m. and reach its azimuth at about 3 a.m. By the end of August when the two planets are closest, Mars will rise at nightfall and reach its highest point in the sky at 12:30 a.m. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's pretty convenient to see something that no human being has seen in recorded history. So, mark your calendar at the beginning of August to see Mars grow progressively brighter and brighter throughout the month. Share this with your children and grandchildren. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO ONE ALIVE TODAY WILL EVER SEE THIS AGAIN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, anyways, moral of the story: please google such emails before getting too excited. GOOGLE rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115693357838089196?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115693357838089196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115693357838089196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115693357838089196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115693357838089196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/08/silly-me.html' title='silly me.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115632605774560722</id><published>2006-08-23T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:40:57.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back with a vengence.</title><content type='html'>fret not my dear loyal friends, all is not lost and i'm back better and damnit, bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 months of internship did not help my heroic quest of self preservation - to lose weight. neither did getting into a relationship. argh, i guess i just lost the discipline to eat less, exercise more and worse still, to have miraculously regained my voracious appetite for food at all times of the day. damn my not-cooperating food nerve in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, school just reopened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things just seem so different, esp with all my good friends (okay, maybe not ALL. :) ), MANY of my good friends flown away to far far away lands. not just a phone call away anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school life is definitely worth treasuring, esp having worked the whole summer, i realised the many benefits of studying. really super busy now with VIVACE (freshmen CCA orientation day) coming up on friday. yes this friday. busy meeting up with more dear friends who are going to fly to their far far away lands. busy feeling troubled and upset over stupid things that shouldn't matter. busy feeling tired and lethargic the whole of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably not a good time to update you guys about what has happened over the last few weeks when i MIA-ed, especially when i'm in a hell of a bad mood. much less to say i'm not feeling too good myself. (jilynnn, i think we've got telepathy. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so till the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115632605774560722?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115632605774560722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115632605774560722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115632605774560722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115632605774560722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-with-vengence.html' title='back with a vengence.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115480486097434204</id><published>2006-08-06T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T03:10:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this week.</title><content type='html'>it's 2.20am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are 600km apart and a 7 hours drive away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't quite look forward to this weekend like how i always do over the past few months. maybe because for once, you're actually not just 15km apart, 20 minutes drive away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm being silly but i miss you. even though we just spent time together last night, even though it was just 24 hours ago when we last saw each other, even though we talked for 3 minutes tonight, even though i've got you smiling back at me on my room notice board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how it's going to be when i leave for exchange, except we won't be seeing each other for just 4 days but 4 months. 4 long months. for the past year or so, i've been really thrilled by the prospect of living overseas, studying overseas, meeting new friends and enjoying a whole new environment. unfortunately, all these don't appear so attractive anymore. argh. if only we could be there together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, like what you said, what is the point of getting so caught up worrying about the future if you forget to live today? so i shall continue missing you terribly and go around doing the things i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;more updates...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt; was a bad day for me but he made it so much better. in fact, he made it a good day. he surprised me for lunch. just having lunch and being able to unload all my unhappiness meant so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pouring when he called me, "is it time for lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we were finished, the sky was all clear and blue. the air smelled of fresh rain and the ground was still wet from the downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precisely how he made me feel that day. thank you dear, for clearing the clouds that were looming so dangerously above me. i could have been electrocuted by my charge of negativity if it wasn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday &lt;/u&gt;was the day we had dinner, the 3 girls - Alvi, YR and me. we had soup bun for dinner. it wasn't particularly good, given that the soup was too salty, the skin was too thick and the noodles a tad too oily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the highlight of the day was the buying of a PRETTY, i must say gorgeous dress. one for each of us. i love it. can't wait to find an occasion to show case my pretty little blue dress. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt; - my dearest queen-of-unglam-photos jilyn has left for Sweden. flown away to the far away land of the Vikings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss her terribly. it's strange how i start picturing her doing her flared-nostrils look at me, how i keep thinking she'll break into her favourite fei yu qing songs, how she'll try to look as hideous as possible on photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for you to be back and at the same time, hope you'll have the most impossibly enjoyable time in UK and Sweden. and please do take care of yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was also the day before the boy left for his family holiday. it was nice going back to the place where it all began - to watch the planes zoom pass just above our heads, to listen to the soft swishing of the waves and to see the sky of stars glittering in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never cease to amaze me with how your words always strike a cord in my heart, the way you can bring the laughter back into my life when everything just looks too impossibly grey, the way you knock sense into me when i'm worrying about nothing, how you can assure me with just that i-understand smile and how you make me feel so lucky to have you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday please come quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115480486097434204?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115480486097434204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115480486097434204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115480486097434204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115480486097434204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-week.html' title='this week.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115431470094341317</id><published>2006-07-23T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:24:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sickeningly busy.</title><content type='html'>well i haven't been THAT busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sick and busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed home the whole of sat and bang seh-ed munch for her photoshoot. sorry munch! hope everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed home on wednesday night and missed an exciting Operation Shoes at (is it double O, butter factory or MOS?) sorry girls! for not being able to turn up for the most interesting wednesday girls' night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, some updates about my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about work. and meeting up with friends. and sailing. and him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been terribly tiring. sleeping late, waking up early has become somewhat a routine in my life. and that brings along horrible dark eye rings, perpetual fatigue (some say being constantly tired is a symptom of depression. oh no. hah but most probably not, at least not in my case. (: ), aching shoulders (caused by sailing), failing health, and finally an insatiable craving for food and wellll, some other, erm, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how's my internship coming along? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let's put it this way, my last day is on the 16th of August. that's 17 working days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm counting down the days to when i can FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY wake up without the irritating voice of my brother ringing in my ears "WAKE UP WAKE UP!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the glorious days of having the luxury of TIME to do things i love to do. i miss sleeping, slacking, meeting up with friends without the nagging thought of having to go back to work early next morning and of course to have more than enough time on my hands to spend time, just quality, let's-do-nothing times with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OOH, to open my eyes slowly and leisurely to the glare of the sun shining through my window panes, with my curtains fluttering in the cool LATE morning breeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH, to leave the house at a time, when the pesty school kids are wallowing in despair in school, when the gan-chiong working people are busy making mountains loads of money, when the housewives are entertaining themselves in the supermarket. THIS is the time to go shopping in orchard. absolutely no crowded, ass packed shopping centres, snaking queues for the changing rooms, thunder faced cashiers (altho not subjected to queues) and squealing kids running in between your legs and through to the next row of clothes. oh don't get me wrong, i love kids! but well, much more when they're not throwing a tantrum and rolling around in sheer and definite rehearsed distress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and how can i forget this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOHHH, to sink into the warm comfortable sheets, wondering why it feels so exceptionally good to be in bed this morning and then waking up to "ahh no wonder i had such a nice sleep! it's raining!". instead of shielding myself from the relentless, vicious beating of the rain with my poor little crumbling yellow umbrella, trudging the familiar path to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, my internship has not been THAT horrible. i learnt quite a bit and perhaps more than i bargained for. the hard cold facts of working life; the inevitable office politics and apple polishing, the imminent unhappiness/fear of being trapped in a job i hate and doesn't even pay well, the torture of dragging my tired carcass to work after a weekend of FUN (or at least that's what was promised) and the ultimate FEAR of being one of those with boundless potential but yet be inexplicably unfortunate in their careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm being really cynical and pessimistic here, so i shall tell you about the happier things wrt my internship. i made friends, not in the networking sense, but rather in the i-know-what-you're-going-through, you're-quite-a-nice-sincere person kind of sense. i learnt how to take instructions and work with deadlines that actually do affect more than just me and my grades. i learnt how to send emails after emails to give "gentle reminders", to ask for their KIND assistance, to ask for help, to answer their queries, to apologise for mistakes and oversights, to book air tickets and bus tickets, to ask for approvals from high-up-theres, to liase with people halfway across the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as you can see, i really did learn something. so, despite my incessant complaining and whining, i absolutely enjoyed my summer this term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll, another reason why summer was so enjoyable this year - HIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just celebrated our 2nd monthsary. :) he bought me a bouquet of flowers which he painstakingly hid in a huge ugly green plastic bag, for reasons i can only guess. altho i know he's just shy to hold a big bouquet of flowers (he thinks it's udderly unmanly), i prefer to believe that he's just trying to surprise me, which i think could be one of the many reasons my flowers were trapped in the green plastic bag the whole night. haha but yes, i do appreciate his sweet intentions. thanks YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shdn't kill all of you with the sordid details of my love life because you guys would probably just die from an extreme case of goose-pimples. haha so moving on, SAILING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i loved the sea so much and how awe-inspiring and magnificent nature can be. words just fail to describe the amazing sensation of riding the waves and working together as a team to feel the boat fly across the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nothing is stronger than the wind." i will never forget that underlying sense of respect i felt in the words of my senior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, i guess i have not really taken into account my terrible bruises, cuts and hideous tan lines from sailing. well, to me, at least for now, is not as important as perfecting our teamwork on the boat and learning to be a better sailor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it. for the lack of updates for the past few weeks, this is a superbly LONG post. :) till the next "few weeks later".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115431470094341317?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115431470094341317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115431470094341317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115431470094341317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115431470094341317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/07/sickeningly-busy.html' title='sickeningly busy.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115345228049730599</id><published>2006-07-21T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:19:06.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>udderly viciously funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwZL7wrULsQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwZL7wrULsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115345228049730599?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115345228049730599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115345228049730599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115345228049730599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115345228049730599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/07/udderly-viciously-funny.html' title='udderly viciously funny.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115327297424691357</id><published>2006-07-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:19:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOH volunteers!</title><content type='html'>remember i was asking for kind hearted, theatre-loving samaritans to sponsor my theatre addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellll, i got it! but of course not without any strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone is interested in joining me to be a FOH volunteer for the plays at the Singapore Theatre Festival, please do drop me a note on my tagboard! by being a FOH volunteer, you can get free tickets or CIP hours!! how fun is that?! :))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115327297424691357?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115327280869812545</id><published>2006-07-19T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:19:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm glad i've got you.</title><content type='html'>i was obviously upset last night, as you can probably tell from my depressing, bleak, hateful post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for rushing to my house just to hear me whine and bitch and complain about it. thank you for coming down all the way just to stay for 45mins. but most importantly, to be there to hold me when i was so down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad i've got you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115327280869812545?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115323736478952284</id><published>2006-07-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:49:10.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reciprocity.</title><content type='html'>it is always chilling to know that someone so close can be so callous and so unforgiving to you, to find out the hard way that reciprocity is the least common relationship among humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is just too painful to realise that it's absolutely naive and dumb to ever hope that people will do what you do for them, to think for you the way you think for them, to understand your actions the way you always do for them, to love you the way you love them, to forgive you the way your heart always does for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these are just too hard for me to comprehend and to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i always get upset when these people don't even come close to how i treat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just too idealistic to believe that they understand and that they will ever care to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is just what life delivers - the cold hard facts, a harsh yet telling lesson; something i have to keep reminding myself. don't expect too much because you just end up falling from a greater height.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115323736478952284?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115323736478952284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115323736478952284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115323736478952284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115323736478952284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/07/reciprocity.html' title='reciprocity.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115277312878334563</id><published>2006-07-13T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:27:15.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Theatre Festival!</title><content type='html'>It's the Singapore Theatre Festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many good shows to watch out for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm particularly interested in HOMESICK and the last one about JBJ and SALSA and the kitten one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, wait a minute, that's everything i posted here. argh. that's the problem with me. i just can't decide. so many good shows, so little money. any good theatre loving samaritan would like to sponsor me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/homesick.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/400/homesick.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alfian Sa'at's&lt;br /&gt;HOMESICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD PREMIERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is 2003, at the peak of the SARS crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Koh family, scattered across the globe, is forced to reunite when the patriarch falls ill. They have not spoken to each other for years, and are compelled to confront various unresolved issues - sibling rivalries, desertions and betrayals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Pa is diagnosed as a suspected SARS case, and a home quarantine order is slapped on the household. For the next ten days, there is no avoiding one another! Rooms are occupied, lines are drawn, but the house they grew up in is crowded with memories. What did they leave behind to seek out their new lives in foreign lands? What now returns to haunt them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to belong to a family? Or to a country? How do the bonds that hold them back also hold them together? After all, a family that quits together, stays together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homesick is Alfian Sa'at new dark comedy exploring ideas of family, identity and rootless, and the global phenomenon of migration and exile. Alfian's last play Landmarks: Asian Boy's Vol.2 won the Straits Times Life! Theatre Award for Best Script in 2004 and his plays have been performed in Zurich, Berlin, London and Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;02 Aug - 06 Aug 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/eportal/booking/RetrievePriceChartAction.do?txtEventCode=edct060806&amp;txtContentCode=edct020806"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;VENUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drama Centre100 Victoria Street Level 3, National Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TICKET PRICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Exclude Booking Fee)&lt;br /&gt;For Fri/Sat Evening Shows- S$48, S$43, S$38, S$38 (Restricted View) For Wed/Thu/Sun Evening &amp;amp; Sat/Sun Evening Shows- S$43, S$38, S$33,S$33 (Restricted View)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/salsa.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/400/salsa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W!LD RICE and TheatreWorks Writers' Lab&lt;br /&gt;present&lt;br /&gt;Wong Chen Seong's&lt;br /&gt;SALSA SALSA SALSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD PREMIERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April, May and June, three older women suddenly alone in world, had been living together for longer than they cared to remember before finally moving out two years ago for good, or so they thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Anne, an old friend on her deathbed calls and asks to see them one last time, they find themselves back in Singapore, together again, and with one small problem: they don't remember who Anne is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Anne has hired a salsa teacher to teach her friends to salsa, so that they can let her relive the joy of the dance through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their lessons seem easy enough but the reunion become complicated as old wounds are revealed, secrets are revealed and lunacy sets in. Through it all, the beat of the dance goes on, and memory and friendships whirl and turn, as inextricable as dancers on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;16 Aug - 20 Aug 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/eportal/booking/RetrievePriceChartAction.do?txtEventCode=edcb200806&amp;txtContentCode=edcb160806"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;VENUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Centre Black Box100 Victoria Street Level 5, National Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TICKET PRICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Exclude Booking Fee)&lt;br /&gt;For Fri/Sat Evening ShowsStandard - S$33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/silence%20of%20the%20kittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/400/silence%20of%20the%20kittens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W!LD RICE&lt;br /&gt;presents&lt;br /&gt;Ovidia Yu's&lt;br /&gt;THE SILENCE OF THE KITTENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD PREMIERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be wrong to do all you can to protect those you love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if you become the very thing they most need protection from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silence of the Kittens is Ovidia Yu's wicked satire about creating safe, protected environments within families, relationships and nations. And about pacifiers, prejudice and Pasir Panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Aidli 'Alin' Mosbit (Impenjarament, Rosnah, Ikan Cantik), and featuring a marvelous acting ensemble of Alecia Kim Chua, Helmi Fita, Timothy Nga and Esther Yap, this brand new comedy will have you thinking about cats, people who love cats, people who hate cats and the kind of fate that (in an ideal world) would befall a Minister who advocates the culling of cats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;02 Aug - 06 Aug 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/eportal/booking/RetrievePriceChartAction.do?txtEventCode=edcb060806&amp;txtContentCode=edcb040806"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VENUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drama Centre Black Box100 Victoria Street Level 5, National Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TICKET PRICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Exclude Booking Fee)&lt;br /&gt;For Fri/Sat Evening Shows Standard - S$33For Wed/Thu/Sun Evening &amp;amp; Sat/Sun Evening Shows Standard - S$28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/JBJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/400/JBJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W!LD RICE&lt;br /&gt;presents&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Wong's&lt;br /&gt;THE CAMPAIGN TO CONFER THE PUBLIC SERVICE STAR ON JBJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD PREMIERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Lee (Rodney Oliveiro), NUS student and President of the Association of Students for Self Expression (ASS), takes it upon himself to launch The Campaign to confer the Public Service Star on JBJ. His plucky project takes him on an amazing adventure with both expected and surprising twists and turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara Tang (Pam Oei), rising star of the Civil Service, is tasked to exercise damage control. In the most challenging mission of her career, she finds herself navigating the maze of New Singapore and Old Constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us for a tongue-in-cheek look at the boundaries (perceived or otherwise) of fearless expression in Singapore! This fantastical account of an unlikely petition to publicly recognise an unsung hero unfolds into a wildly imaginative "what-if" exploration of possible official reactions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this ever happen in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, objects in the mirror might be closer than they appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated playwright and lawyer Eleanor Wong writes her first full-length play since her ground-breaking trilogy Invitation to Treat with characteristic incisiveness, boldness and razor sharp wit. Directed by Ivan Heng, and with Pam Oei and Rodney Oliveiro creating a cast of at least ten, this promises to be an exciting, thought-provoking roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience Advisory :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Contains whimsy, satire, parody and copious amounts of exaggerated comedy. If you are on a strict diet of literal fare or are easily offended by irreverence, please consult your MP before attending."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;09 Aug - 13 Aug 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/eportal/booking/RetrievePriceChartAction.do?txtEventCode=edct130806&amp;txtContentCode=edct090806"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;VENUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drama Centre100 Victoria Street Level 3, National Library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TICKET PRICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Exclude Booking Fee)&lt;br /&gt;For Fri/Sat Evening Shows- S$48, S$43, S$38, S$38 (Restricted View)For Wed/Thu/Sun Evening &amp;amp; Sat/Sun Evening Shows- S$43, S$38, S$33,S$33 (Restricted View)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115277312878334563?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115277312878334563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115277312878334563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115277312878334563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115277312878334563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/07/singapore-theatre-festival.html' title='Singapore Theatre Festival!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115259818466228520</id><published>2006-07-11T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:39:03.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whopperly COOL~</title><content type='html'>YOU HAVE GOT TO WATCH THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK ON IT NOWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funmansion.com/html/Finger-Soccer-Skills.html"&gt;Cool Videos &gt; Finger Soccer Skills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115259818466228520?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115259818466228520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115259818466228520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115259818466228520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115259818466228520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/07/whopperly-cool.html' title='whopperly COOL~'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115259684326101761</id><published>2006-07-11T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:47:23.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference between an educator and a teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom.That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every night the cleaner would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the cleaner to show the girls how much effort was required. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet bowl, and cleaned the mirror with it.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are teachers.... and then there are educators.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115259684326101761?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115259684326101761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115259684326101761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115259684326101761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115259684326101761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/07/difference-between-educator-and.html' title='The difference between an educator and a teacher'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115251182128600385</id><published>2006-07-10T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:20:47.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haairrpeee birthday to youuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happieee burthday to uuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harpieeeeeeeeee birthsday to qiup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 21st birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115251182128600385?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115251182128600385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115251182128600385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115251182128600385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115251182128600385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/07/haairrpeee-birthday-to-youuu-happieee.html' title=''/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115165092524543237</id><published>2006-06-30T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:27:50.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I owe my mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. My mother taught me RELIGION. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. My mother taught me LOGIC. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Because I said so, that's why." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. My mother taught me IRONY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Shut your mouth and eat your supper." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. My mother taught me about STAMINA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. My mother taught me about WEATHER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Stop acting like your father!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. My mother taught me about ENVY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Just wait until we get home." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You are going to get it when you get home!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. My mother taught me ESP. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. My mother taught me HUMOR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. My mother taught me GENETICS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You're just like your father."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Shut that door behind you.  Do you think you were born in a barn?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. My mother taught me WISDOM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When you get to be my age, you'll understand." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my favorite:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. My mother taught me about JUSTICE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115165092524543237?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115165092524543237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115165092524543237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115165092524543237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115165092524543237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/06/funny-funny.html' title='funny funny'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115105678109926629</id><published>2006-06-23T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:28:23.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet the parents.</title><content type='html'>he tried to bribe my mum and aunt with mango mousse cake from jack's place last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, quite an obvious way to make a good impression but i guess it worked. (oops, i did the same thing too. ahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake was super tasty. and fresh. yums. oops, i guess most of it went to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115105678109926629?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115105678109926629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115105678109926629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115105678109926629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115105678109926629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/06/meet-parents.html' title='meet the parents.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115105762729119378</id><published>2006-06-23T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:21:19.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS SOOOO COOL!</title><content type='html'>he's a really good dancer. very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115105762729119378?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115105762729119378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115105762729119378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115105762729119378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115105762729119378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-soooo-cool.html' title='THIS IS SOOOO COOL!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115094785669090105</id><published>2006-06-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:24:40.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad england</title><content type='html'>An article in TODAY, not today, caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an article named "'Loose' marks if you get these wrong..." by Ethel Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethel was pointing out her top 10 peeves in the usage of the English language. Unfortunately, I regret to admit that i've committed some of the mistakes in my daily usage of the language. (thankfully, i only made 2 out of the 10 mistakes stated. and mind you, i have made them but i will NOT make them again, now that i've been educated. (: ) Let me copy what she wrote in the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Omitting the "H" when pronouncing "three".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "With regard to", the letter "S" is to be omitted from the word "regards". [my comment: i never knew this. :S )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There is no such word as "irregardless" (correct form: regardless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Adding the plural usage to collective nouns: Furniture, equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There is no such word as "weightage" [my comment: for your information, this is not true, as discovered in the next day's TODAY. There actually IS the word weightage, just not in the way we usually use it.] (correct form: weighting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Unable to distinguish between "lose" and "loose". (I had a GP teacher writing in her comments in our essays that we would "loose marks for misspelling" - I nearly died laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Not being able to distinguish between the use of "many" and "much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Asking whether someone understand a piece of information: "Blah, blah, class, understood?"&lt;br /&gt;[my comment: well, basically, i don't see anything wrong with this. Yes, it may sound really irritating but there is nothing wrong with the sentence, no? It's more like that of a slang than a formal sentence, i must say.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spelling "a lot" as a word: Alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The prounciation of "salmon": the letter "L" is silent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-115094785669090105?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/115094785669090105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=115094785669090105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115094785669090105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/115094785669090105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/06/bad-england.html' title='bad england'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-115104994607332604</id><published>2006-06-23T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:41:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS SOOOO FUNNY!!</title><content type='html'>if you're a CSI fan, you'll like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEbwJeEDpNo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEbwJeEDpNo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114982311012641539</id><published>2006-06-09T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:03:14.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jilyn tan way ngee</title><content type='html'>JILYNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i wanted to ask you how's life back in m'sia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i realised that i had too much to ask you to tag on the tagboard. so here i am, giving you the honour of being the subject of one of my blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeee. so how's life growing vegetables there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still no internet? awwwww, poor thing. i bet you're starting to appreciate singapore all that more for having the wonderful wonderful technology available everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU BEEN SHOPPING THERE?!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want present. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I MISSSSS YOUUUU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s.: please tell me what you think of the photos i posted. *wink wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i hope the boy will pretend not to have seen this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*you can't see it you can't see it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114982311012641539?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114982311012641539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>the football widows</title><content type='html'>the world cup 2006 kicks off tonight at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why the GSS starts at around the same time. thank you SINGAPORE for providing the football widows an avenue for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy loves football and so, within the first 2 weeks of our "attachment", i'm about to be widowed. much less to say that my competitor, no i mean competitors, come in hordes of 22 hot, sweaty, sexy men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, the boy says, "don't worry, you're my top priority. the other men can wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i should trust him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll even come to love football and be the best female football guru! eh hey, and maybe be good enough at predicting the scores that i can even earn some money from the matches. eh eh.. sounds good. haha but i guess i'm still a far cry from all that since i only learnt what "off side" meant 1 week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, my first official introduction to the game of football begins tonight when i watch it with the boy. hope it'll be fun. nah, i'm SURE it'll be fun. i mean, hey look at who's watching it with him! it's the company that matters. hur hur hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114982234562062237?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114982234562062237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114982234562062237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114982234562062237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114982234562062237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/06/football-widows.html' title='the football widows'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114984573611589681</id><published>2006-06-09T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:30:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO idea how they got the results but i sort of agree with it. haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114984573611589681?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114984573611589681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114984573611589681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114984573611589681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114984573611589681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-fun.html' title='this is FUN!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114977080973445089</id><published>2006-06-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:46:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boy and i.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/Photo-0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/Photo-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/Photo-0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/10945028-114977080973445089?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114977080973445089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114977080973445089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114977080973445089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114977080973445089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/06/boy-and-i.html' title='the boy and i.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114947408170153768</id><published>2006-06-05T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:03:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word "refrigeration" mean nothing to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, "How about going to lunch in a half hour?" She would gas up and stammer, "I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain." And my personal favorite: "It's Monday." .She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Americans/ Canadians cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of "I'm going to," "I plan on," and "Someday, when things are settled down a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to......not something on your SHOULD DO list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or gazed at the sun into the fading night? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you run through each day on the fly? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you ask "How are you?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in your haste, not see his sorrow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever lost touch? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let a good friendship die? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just call to say "Hi"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you worry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hurry through your day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is like an unopened gift....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thrown away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;take it slower. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear the music before the song is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's National Friendship Week. I cherish our friendship and appreciate all you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we are here we might as well dance!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114947408170153768?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114947408170153768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114947408170153768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114947408170153768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114947408170153768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/06/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114913421786240989</id><published>2006-06-01T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:39:03.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spouse from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inspirationalstories.com/cgi-bin/printer.pl?1137"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, I asked God to give me a spouse, "You don't own because you didn't ask" God said. So, after which, not only did I ask for a spouse but also explained what kind of spouse I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a nice, tender, forgiving, passionate, honest, peaceful, generous, understanding, pleasant, warm, intelligent, humorous, attentive, compassionate and truthful other half. I even mentioned the physical characteristics I dreamt about. As time went by, I added to the requirements of my wanted spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, in my prayers, God spoke to me, "My servant, I cannot give you what you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "Why God?" and God said "Because I am God and I am fair. God is the truth and all I do is true and right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked "God, I don't understand why I cannot have what I asked from you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered, "I will explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not fair and right for Me to fulfill your wants because I cannot give you something that is not compatible with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not fair to send you someone who is full of love if sometimes you are still hostile; or to give you someone generous but yet, sometimes you can be stingy and cruel; or someone forgiving, when you are still thinking about revenge; or someone sensitive when you can be insensitive at times...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said to me: "It is better for Me to give you someone whom I know can grow to have all the qualities you are searching for, rather than to make you waste your time searching for someone who already has the qualities you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your spouse would be bone from your bone and flesh from your flesh and you will see yourself in her and both of you will be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is like going to school. It is a life-long education, where you and your partner make adjustments and aim not merely to please each other, but to become better human beings and to learn about teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not give you a perfect partner, because you are not perfect either. I give you a partner with whom you could grow together with."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is for all: the recently married, the ones who have been married, the soon to get married,and the ones who are still looking. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114913421786240989?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114913421786240989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114913421786240989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114913421786240989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114913421786240989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/06/spouse-from-god.html' title='Spouse from God'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114915515302322369</id><published>2006-06-01T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:33:52.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not always right.</title><content type='html'>i have never thought much of novels talking about love sickness, about how missing someone can actually make you feel unwell physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of missing someone the moment this person leaves your sight just sounds too story-like and unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I trust the authors of these soppy love stoires when they talked about not getting enough of someone and wanting to see them every single minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess i can be wrong at times. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114915515302322369?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114915515302322369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114915515302322369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114915515302322369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114915515302322369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-not-always-right.html' title='i&apos;m not always right.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114906804675391796</id><published>2006-05-31T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:32:39.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies movies movies</title><content type='html'>I WANT TO WATCH THESE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Invincible &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the studio that brought you "The Rookie" and "Remember The Titans" comes &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;INVINCIBLE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; inspired by the true story of Vince Papale (MARK WAHLBERG), a man with nothing to lose who ignored the staggering odds and made his dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the coach (GREG KINNEAR) of Papale's beloved hometown football team hosted an unprecedented open tryout, the public consensus was that it was a waste of time -- no one good enough to play professional football was going to be found this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly no one like Papale -- a down-on-his-luck, 30 year-old, substitute teacher and part-time bartender who never even played college football. But against these odds, Papale made the team and soon found himself living every fan's fantasy -- moving from his cheap seats in the upper deck to standing on the field as a professional football player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRAILER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.clevver.com/video/18651/invincible-trailer.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://movies.clevver.com/video/18651/invincible-trailer.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks good doesn't it? i'm such a sucker for such sports movies that close with a happy ending. these movies can be really predictable at times but it does tug at my heart strings. watching remember the titans made me cry. okay, i'm not THAT shallow. it made me think as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eh, munch, don't give me that look. and don't ask me what look it is. it's that look of disbelief - "you mean, you can think?" look. haha, see how well i know my dearest friends?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie made me realised that whether something can be accomplished depends wholly on how much you really want it. there is no room for excuses like "there's not enough time.", "i'm too tired to drag my heavy carcass to ............". of course it helps to have some humour and some hot sweaty male bodies flash across the screen. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and another movie i definitely want to catch, is THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Peaceful Warrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Millman (Scott Mechlowicz) is a talented college gymnast with Olympic dreams. He has it all: trophies, teammates, fast motorcycles, fast girls and wild parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dan's world is turned upside down when he meets a mysterious stranger he calls Socrates (Nick Nolte), who holds the power to tap into new worlds of strength and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a serious injury, with the help of Socrates and an elusive young woman named Joy (Amy Smart), Dan discovers that he has much to learn and even more to leave behind before he can become a peaceful warrior and find his destiny. This moving tale about the power of the human spirit is based on Dan Millman's best-selling autobiographical novel, Way of the Peaceful Warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRAILER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.clevver.com/video/18699/peaceful-warrior-trailer.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://movies.clevver.com/video/18699/peaceful-warrior-trailer.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT! this sounds nice and chim, with tons of philosophical dialogue to keep me thinking. i've always wanted to take a notebook into a cinema to take down inspirational quotes and dialogue because knowing the absent-minded me, i will forget. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH and last but not least, THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Lake House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Feeling that it's time for a change in her life, Dr. Kate Forester (SANDRA BULLOCK) leaves her suburban Illinois practice for a job at a busy Chicago hospital. One thing she is reluctant to leave behind, though, is the uniquely beautiful house she has been renting - a spacious and artfully designed refuge with large windows that overlook a placid lake. It's a place in which she felt her true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a winter morning in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her way to the city, Kate leaves a note in the mailbox for lake house's next tenant, asking him to forward her mail and noting that the inexplicable painted paw prints he might notice by the front door were there when she moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the next tenant arrives, he sees a much different picture. Alex Burnham (KEANU REEVES), a talented but frustrated architect working at a nearby construction site, finds the lake house badly neglected: dusty, dirty, overgrown with weeds. And no sign of paw prints anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house has special meaning for Alex. In a happier time it was built by his estranged father (CHRISTOPHER PLUMMER), a renowned architect who let his professional acclaim grow at the expense of his family life. Alex feels a sense of peace here now and commits to restoring the property to its original beauty. He disregards Kate's note until, days later, while painting the weather-beaten jetty he sees a stray dog run across the fresh paint and then towards the entrance of the house, leaving paw prints exactly where she said they'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baffled, Alex writes back, saying that the house had no occupant before him and wondering how she could have known about the dog; while Kate, who just left it a week ago imagines he is playing some kind of joke on her and fires back a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for argument's sake, what day is it there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she says. It's April 14, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day, two years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kate and Alex continue to correspond through the lake house's mailbox they confirm that they are, incredibly, impossibly, living two years apart, and each at a time in their lives when they are struggling with past disappointments and trying to make a new start. Sharing this unusual bond, they reveal more of themselves to one another with each passing week - their secrets, their doubts and dreams, until they find themselves falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to bridge the distance between them at last and unravel the mystery behind their extraordinary connection, they tempt fate by arranging to meet. But, by trying to join their two separate worlds, they could risk losing each other forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRAILER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.clevver.com/video/18642/the-lake-house-trailer.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://movies.clevver.com/video/18642/the-lake-house-trailer.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness!!! it's keanu reeves and sandra bullock!!!! i loved speed. so i will love this too. ahaha okay that was a bimbotic comment with no link whatsoever. but it's truly what i think. think about it, keanu reeves and sandra bullock! they are my favourite on screen couple EVER! haha so i will definitely watch, regardless of the reviews by the critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't waitt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114906804675391796?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114906804675391796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114906804675391796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114906804675391796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114906804675391796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/movies-movies-movies.html' title='movies movies movies'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114907044204264040</id><published>2006-05-31T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:14:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"In a relationship, the psychologically preferred age difference between a couple is 3 years; with the guy OLDER than the girl."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The most comfortable height different between a couple is 12 cm; with the guy TALLER than the girl."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got these from rong's blog. hahaha. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114907044204264040?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114907044204264040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114907044204264040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114907044204264040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114907044204264040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-relationship-psychologically.html' title=''/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114861278605020463</id><published>2006-05-27T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:42:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th MAY 2006</title><content type='html'>i've almost forgotten how good it feels to have someone warm to lean against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or to be cheered when i see "1 new message" on my hp the moment i open my eyes in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or to have someone to sit with on the couch and just watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114861278605020463?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114861278605020463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114861278605020463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114861278605020463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114861278605020463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/27th-may-2006.html' title='27th MAY 2006'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114860943456936208</id><published>2006-05-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:37:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GREAT SINGAPORE SALE!!!</title><content type='html'>ladies, on your marks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get set,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GREAT SINGAPORE SALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has officially began!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but :( i was stuck in the office on the first day of the salessssss. i want to go shopping. hurhur, but that would only happen when i get my pay from my internship. i'm too broke now. then again, my pay, no no let's call it my allowance, is pathetic. sigh, it's about enough for my transport costs, my daily meals and maybe a few tasty dinners during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is at least &lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt; good reason for girls get excited about the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GSS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i've got &lt;u&gt;THREE &lt;/u&gt;reasons. hur hur, so it's extremely justifiable for me to look forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one,IT'S SHOPPING! why shouldn't YOU be excited about it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, it's a good motivation to lose weight - to fit into the strangely small sizes (the only sizes available) at the sales (especially the really good buys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, we are essentially saving money. WE ARE NOT SPENDING MONEY. don't get the wrong idea, boys. every single cent spent shopping during the GSS is every other cent saved. :) so don't complain, lest we go on our shopping sprees during non-sale periods. imagine that hole in your wallets then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i pray and hope and pray and hope and pray and hope that the sales will be good this year!!! pleaseeee let it be gooooooooooooooood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114860943456936208?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114860943456936208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114860943456936208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114860943456936208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114860943456936208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-singapore-sale.html' title='THE GREAT SINGAPORE SALE!!!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114860933514179495</id><published>2006-05-26T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:37:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 2nd friday.</title><content type='html'>i am nearing the second week of my internship. boy am i tired. i'm busy filing, typing, calling people during office hours, meeting up with friends for dinner after work, celebrating birthdays during the weekends and of course, sailing and soaking up the sun on sunday afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need shorter working hours and a MUCH longer weekend. haha don't we all want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been tiring but i guess it feels good to get a more normal sleeping routine back. with an average of 7 hours sleep every night, i wake with a rather refreshed mind. (well, maybeeee there are other reasons apart from the more normal sleeping routine that is making me more awake, BUT that's not my point here. hur hur.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't want to sound like a bimbo here but there is ONE thing that bothers me every morning when i prepare to go to work - what to wear. hur hur, okay, so i've totally spoilt my smart nerdy but yet fashionably coooool girl image (hiak hiak) but it's true. my stock of decent (aka OLD) looking clothes is running out rapidly. i'm putting on clothes that i've worn last week already. sigh, BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm getting really good at walking fast on my killer heels. :)))) altho my feet still hurts on days where i walk toooo much, i.e. the days when i have got to do the incredible feat of running on heels along the shenton way underpass at 829am. (fyi, i'm due at the office at 830am., so it isn't a good sign to be still at the underpass at 829am. hur hur.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!!! and how can i forget to mention this when i'm talking about my work?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food is fantabulous here. i love it. lunch time is my favourite time of the time, apart from toilet breaks, pantry breaks and of course when the clock stucks 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;cheap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;tasty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and there are &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;queues&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a really typical singaporean, i get a kick out of queuing. it just makes the food that much tastier. :) well, in the first place, the food HAS to be good la. amoy street food centre is heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, if you have never worked along shenton way before (like me before this internship), you'll be tickled by the tissue paper chop-ing system.  it is very effective though, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to my boss, it's simply because singaporeans are non-confrontational. i could easily pocket the tissue and plonk my ass down on that seat, claiming that the tissue is mine but NO, singaporeans are sweet. and law abidding, never mind that it is not even a law. weelll, it is an unspoken rule of thumb here i guess. so yes, we are still the ever-guai singaporeans, having manifested our orderly ways even in the hawker centres. how adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not succumbed to the temptations of being a tissue paper chop-ing office lady but i foresee the arrival of that fateful day in the next month to come. :( ahhhh, i don't want to be an auntie! but i want to get my tasty food. so okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay hokay, back to work! enough of slacking for a morning. shall save the rest of the quota for the afternoon. hiak. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114860933514179495?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114860933514179495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114860933514179495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114860933514179495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114860933514179495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/2nd-friday.html' title='the 2nd friday.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114846052202404763</id><published>2006-05-24T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:38:04.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>"no, cannot run liao...&lt;br /&gt;i won't let you go. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*melt*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114846052202404763?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114846052202404763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114846052202404763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114846052202404763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114846052202404763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_24.html' title=':)'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114843968331162103</id><published>2006-05-24T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:38:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last night.</title><content type='html'>it wasn't particularly romantic, nor was it anything amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it just felt right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that tingling feeling in my spine just serves as a confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's true that you'll only find it when you stop looking for it. i'm glad i stopped for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i just can't seem to wipe that silly smile off my face. my goodness, i must look like an idiot smiling to my laptop in the office. especially since i'm supposed to be doing backlogging on an excel spreadsheet. but i guess i can get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's happening too quickly but i just hope that things will straighten itself out (hopefully it'll all go smoothly) in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to saturday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. to deb: unfortunately it's not sth that happened in the office. there are NO cute and YOUNG boys here. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114843968331162103?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114843968331162103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114843968331162103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114843968331162103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114843968331162103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-night.html' title='last night.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114822303848966167</id><published>2006-05-21T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:50:38.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY BLUES</title><content type='html'>it's the legendary monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread going to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for friday to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i'll have to drag my tired tired tired carcass to work tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114809996205871374</id><published>2006-05-20T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:39:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the warmth radiates from somewhere within the torso and flows slowly through the body. patient and benign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it travels to the tip of the fingers, to the toes, to the head. warm and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a silly smile fixes itself to the face and the warmth continues to spread. slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden, even the simplest things feel so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114809996205871374?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114793870168580032</id><published>2006-05-18T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:23:40.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/yawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/yawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/yawn%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/yawn%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/baby_yawn.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/baby_yawn.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/yawn1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/yawn1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay, i think you get my point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how do people stay awake in the office?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hur hur, did you yawn after looking at the photos above? hahaha i did! when i was searching for these photos, i was yawning at a rate of once every 5 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a sleepy thursday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAH, and it's ALMOST friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)))))))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114793870168580032?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114793870168580032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114793870168580032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114793870168580032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114793870168580032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114783685911759639</id><published>2006-05-17T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:34:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NINI!</title><content type='html'>it was nini's birthday yesterday. 16th of may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you had a GREAT day yesterday. you only celebrate being 21st once. :) hahaha, and well, isn't it the same for every single birthday? hur hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114783685911759639?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114783685911759639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114783685911759639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114783685911759639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114783685911759639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-nini.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY NINI!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114770507709743472</id><published>2006-05-15T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:57:57.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my internship</title><content type='html'>me: wahhhhhh, 我一个月才拿六百块！！！ super duper CHEAP labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a moment of silence in the car-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa: 我公司那个倒水的 ah soh 也是赚六百块。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa: 而且她只做半天工。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: 爸爸！！！thank you ahhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114770507709743472?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114754717310545096</id><published>2006-05-14T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:34:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loneliness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loneliness [n]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1: the state of being alone in solitary isolation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2: sadness resulting from being forsaken or abandoned &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3: a disposition toward being alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loneliness cannot be quantified, neither can it be justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe surrounded by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A million people &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still feel all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I miss you, you know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can be surrounded by people but yet, still feel so undeniably alone. it is as if i've put on harry's invisible cloak. no one sees me. well, maybe they do, but mostly, they just simply look through me. time passes incredibly slowly and every grain of sand in the hourglass falls with an extra loud "thud". a dull aching hollowness rings somewhere in my ribcage and it spreads. slowly but surely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the curse. the curse of the lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loneliness attacks swiftly and acutely. it knows no bounds and does not discriminate. it's a long fall into the deep dark abyss of loneliness and it sure is difficult to climb back up to the cheery world where oxygen smells heavenly and every beat of the heart brings joy to your mere existence. it feeds on itself and as it gets stronger, it sucks you deeper into the deep dark hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loneliness fortifies itself in a vicious cycle. you are your only hope. self help is the only help you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i'm not going to mull in loneliness. it's just sad and pathetic. haha and as you know, i always do sound very much more pessimistic and unhappy on my blog. i'm really not like that. this is not my hidden self. the person i am in my entries are just magnified - be it happiness or loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but basically i had fun tonight. i sort of knew it won't be easy to fit in immediately and i must say that it did go better than i expected. :) so one step at a time. definitely would want to get know them better. sweet and crazy people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114736452248603843</id><published>2006-05-12T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:22:02.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sri lanka</title><content type='html'>my sri lanka trip team mates are back from sri lanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only comment they have is "SIMPLY AMAZING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not jealous of them having had sooooooooo much fun, nor was i hoping that they did not have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i hoped, was to be part of all the fun they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone says that i'll get another chance but seriously, i know i've missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, no point crying over spilt milk, i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114736452248603843?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114736452248603843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114736452248603843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114736452248603843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114736452248603843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/sri-lanka.html' title='sri lanka'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114711729669687065</id><published>2006-05-08T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:14:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming at 12pm.</title><content type='html'>i felt like swimming this morning when i woke up at 1030am. so i went to the BRAND NEW swimming complex at tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun was shining in full glory. perfect for sun tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word of caution though, please don't attempt to swim under such unforgiving sun in a one piece suit. you get a shit tan (argh!) i.e. what i have now. i've got a dark circle on my back, corresponding to that of my one piece swim suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and please don't think of wearing a one piece suit to a swimming complex nowadays. it is simply not advisable. unless, that is, you want to join the ranks of the aunties, which i unfortunately did. ALL THE GIRLS MY AGE WERE IN BIKINIS! at the swimming complex?! who would have guessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe i am an auntie. i mean, where are all the chee ko old uncles who camp at swimming complexes? in the past, i would have thought that everyone would be lusting over the sight of a young girl clad scantily in a bikini at the swimming complex. hell, it might have even made the headlines of the NEWPAPER. but no no, singapore has evolved. haha and bikinis are a common sight at swimming complexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( boohoo, i'm not even safe in the swimming complexes now. the unforgiving world of bikini clad sexy young girls are haunting the not-so-skinny girls even at the swimming complexes. WHY?! give usssssss some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the swimming outing with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived at the sparkling new complex, it was crowded. my goodness, who would expect the swimming pool to be loaded with young people at 12pm on a monday afternoon?! don't they have work? or school? or have a life?! why come swimming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha maybe cos they knew i was going to be there. *shy* awwww, so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slap myself* WAKE UP YOUR IDEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. i absolutely detest that phrase. it's kind of funny though. the first time i heard, i was mortified. like, WTF do you mean? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i shadn't digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i went swimming at 12pm and got burnt. haha how smart. it felt really good though, despite looking a little like rudolph after that. i had a great time swimming, enjoying the sun's rays beating on my back relentlessly (thereby forming the circle of darkened skin on my back - super un-glam) and basically chilling by the side of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! the new tampines swimming complex has a sun tanning deck! how cool! hahaha so, after swimming, the suaku me decided to check it out. i was expecting to see mostly girls in bikinis tanning on the deck chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAS. out of the 6 people lying on the deck chairs, 6 of them carries the XY chromosome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was shocked beyond words. and no, they did not look like the losers you would expect to see. they were pretty good looking young men, with well toned and sun block/tan-ed bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so that's it. my one afternoon excursion to the tampines swimming complex. fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114711729669687065?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114711729669687065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114711729669687065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114711729669687065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114711729669687065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/swimming-at-12pm.html' title='swimming at 12pm.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114710951723000823</id><published>2006-05-08T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:31:57.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEST DUCK MEAT. EVER.</title><content type='html'>i had the &lt;strong&gt;BEST BEST BEST&lt;/strong&gt; duck meat i've ever tasted in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot. it was really really superb. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meat was soooo tender and oily. yums. the sauce was sweet yet a little sour. the duck meat was so good, it came off the bone so easily and simply melted in my mouth. YUMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately the shop was at Sembawang. hur hur. it's the kind of place you will ONLY go if your parents were driving and they were paying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114710951723000823?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114710951723000823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114710951723000823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114710951723000823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114710951723000823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-duck-meat-ever.html' title='THE BEST DUCK MEAT. EVER.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114685116572420800</id><published>2006-05-06T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:56:17.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>political rallies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP2501.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ooh, aren't you interested at what is happening in the stadium? looks like something juicy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i went for my first ever political rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was, erm, how should i put it... CROWDED? there were at least a few thousand people there. madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP2508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;see the little dots on the stands. those are PEOPLE. woot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt like i was going for national day parade - complete with people waving little flags (with the political party's icon), camera flashes, TONS of people (sitting, squatting, standing, leaning. they were EVERYWHERE), a stage (FAR FAR AWAY), blinding spot lights and BADDDDD traffic. but of course, minus the red and white colour scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen a stadium THAT packed with people. it was so filled with people, i was amazed i didn't see anyone i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was cool. for a moment, it felt like we had a really happening political scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim swee lian sounded pretty convincing, i must say. with all the talk about accountability and transparency. it feels like our opposition is making pretty good sense and veering in a rather popular direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm not really a political person so i'm not in the position to comment on it. i'm happy though that singaporeans appear to be a weeeee bit more interested in politics. at least i saw quite a number of young people at the rally. hahah i suppose most of them were there for the same reason i was there - join the crowd and bask in the 'festive' mood. seriously, it almost felt like CNY at chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur. especially since most of them didn't look of voting age. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP2516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CHECK OUT THE CARS!!!! the jam was terrible. i'm glad we walked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114685116572420800?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114685116572420800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114685116572420800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114685116572420800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114685116572420800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/political-rallies.html' title='political rallies'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114681501827503082</id><published>2006-05-05T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:43:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy crazy FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha from the break of exams, i've been playing non-stop. absolutely BROKE. so, to hold on to what's left of my bank account, i shall stay home today. :) erm, okay maybe not. i feel like going to check out a political rally tonight but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to him online on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. so time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm okay. really! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just glad that i've finally dropped the HUGE burden weighing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PY'S 21st BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chomp chomp-ed at chomp chomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched eight below at bishan.&lt;br /&gt;- i loved it. the dogs were so smart and human like. i want a siberian husky minus the slobbering. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jiajia at 12 for a shopping spreeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a top at the first shop i walked into. (thanks to jia jia. she was trying on some skirt so i walked around.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a pair of shoes at the second shop i walked into. pwetty pretty black stilettos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a belt at the 5th shop. the third and fourth shops were selling the belt at cut throat prices. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rusheeedddd for tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rusheeedddddd home to change into clubbing wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rusheeeeddddddddddd to tanah merah to meet the girls again. haha i was late. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jac at the airport at about 740 to send her off. sobsob. won't be seeing her for 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP2484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSHEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD to clarke quay station to meet the AFA girlies for a crazy night out at MOS. surprisingly, i was the earliest. hahah for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we downed an entire bottle of vodka. thanks to JAC, we had one whole bottle of vodka for freee!!!!!! THANKS JAC! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i have NEVVER had that much fun clubbing. hahah i appear to have suffered some form of amnesia, i couldn't remember most of what happened although i do recall directing the taxi driver back to my house.. hm i wonder how did i manage to bring myself up to my room, bath and sleep. but thankfully, i didn't wake up with a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP2487.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;AFA RULESSSS! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;met nini for shopping again. i swore not to buy anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;unfortunately, i succumbed to the evil temptations of nini, my best shopping partner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahaha she's evil. but she helped me pay for my pretty apple top from forever 21. so she's not THAT evil. hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;had another karaoke session with yr. hahahaha we sang from about 830 to 2am! marathon session for ONLY 11 bucks each! can you believe it? freaking cheap entertainment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP2493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114681501827503082?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114681501827503082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114681501827503082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114681501827503082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114681501827503082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114624981755014636</id><published>2006-04-29T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:32:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i want to do this summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch a GOOD movie alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sing karaoke (alone) or with yr. haha (amended on 630pm, sat 29th april)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rest and slack on a beach. OVERSEAS. with friends of course. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be the biggest WINNER for at least ONE mahjong session&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;permanent hair removal for the underarms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brazilian wax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;holiday with qiup, jil and munch. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read at least 5 really good books. any recommendations?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go m'sia for a GOOD seafood meal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lose 3kg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fall in love. hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to bake cookies. the soft type. it must be so tasty i can sell it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PACK MY PHOTOS. omg, i must learn to face my past. I WILL PACK MY PHOTOS THIS SUMMER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;recover from my cough. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to dance! either hip hop or jazz will be fun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get dead drunk. with the SAIL people! when amanda comes back of course. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm, that's allll for now. just for now. i will update the list. hahaha i'm too greedy to settle for just 15 things to accomplish this summer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114624981755014636?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114624981755014636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114624981755014636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114624981755014636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114624981755014636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-i-want-to-do-this-summer.html' title='things i want to do this summer.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114623858169715256</id><published>2006-04-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:36:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jilyn's sense of humour. hur hur</title><content type='html'>fly away says:&lt;br /&gt;i need a good man to chase me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly away says:&lt;br /&gt;jilynnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly away says:&lt;br /&gt;where have all the good men gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j::i::l::y::n:: Orz=3 says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j::i::l::y::n:: Orz=3 says:&lt;br /&gt;u go n steal the wallet of the guy u like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j::i::l::y::n:: Orz=3 says:&lt;br /&gt;den he will chase u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j::i::l::y::n:: Orz=3 says:&lt;br /&gt;wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly away says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114623858169715256?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114623858169715256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114623858169715256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114623858169715256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114623858169715256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/jilyns-sense-of-humour-hur-hur.html' title='jilyn&apos;s sense of humour. hur hur'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114620353607322253</id><published>2006-04-28T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:52:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>Our first time at LOOF. it's really quite a nice place with good ambience. i don't really like the drinks though, nothing spectacular. the lychee martini was too strong, my peach bellini was alright although rather expensive. the white wine was about the best drink i had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/IMGP2406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP2406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you must be wondering WHY the hell are we all lying down?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha there wasn't enough space indoors to house us, so we ended up on THE mattress. kinky huh? haha yep, they had mattresses in place of seats. pretty innovative. it was comfortable but it could have been better if there was more space to put our drinks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/IMGP2387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP2387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dearest lau po - DEBRA - looking very angelic here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;eh? but she's in black. hahaha the angel in disguise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/CIMG3870.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my dearest ZIIIII!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;doesn't it look like we're on the beach? hahahaha with the sunset behind us? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how romantic. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=================================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we had dinner at Chinatown on wednesday before we proceeded to zi's house for mahjong. :) dinner was sooooo good. i'm amazed that we managed to finish like 4/5 of the food. cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/CIMG3899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/CIMG3899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there is never too much GOOOOOD food! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/CIMG3896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YUMS! the claypot rice from Chinatown. the 'guo ba' was superb albeit cancer causing. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/CIMG3902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;waiter and waitress of the day. hahaha don't you think alvin looks like a hawker here. hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114620353607322253?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114620353607322253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114620353607322253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114620353607322253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114620353607322253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114620193354252082</id><published>2006-04-28T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:28:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little upset.</title><content type='html'>i thought i might be a bit happier if i didn't go for the sri lanka trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would mean i'll be sleeping on my comfy bed for the next 2 weeks, complete with my dearest laptop, air con and good food. plus, my mum won't be worried about my safety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm quite surprised that i'm feeling quite upset about not being able to go for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's because it could have been the experience of a life time. or maybe it's another case of "the best things are those you can't get".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the feeling will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a dilemma now though. if i don't go for the sri lanka trip, then should i inform my internship coordinator? but that would mean that i would have to start work on tues right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is thinking of bringing me and my sister to shanghai on the 11th. that is a thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, tough choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWWW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114620193354252082?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114620193354252082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114620193354252082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114620193354252082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114620193354252082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-upset.html' title='a little upset.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114615214877710044</id><published>2006-04-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:35:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out for a hair cut and shopping with nini. hahah took stupid photos as usual. BUTTT this time, it's slightly different. we've found a new way to pose! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/qiuping%20lookalikes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/Slide1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;wahaha... i loveeee the photos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm such a photo whore. there're more to come! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the SAIL people met up like 4 times in a short span of 8 days. haha that's an average of once in two days.  we just can't get enough of each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and so, we met on last tuesday for chalet, friday for overnight mahjong, tuesday for LOOF and wednesday for dinner plus mahjong. what can i say? we're sinners. hahaha drinking and gambling are our favourite past times. such DECADENCE. :) i like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'll post photos when i've got ALLLLL of them from zi!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114615214877710044?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114615214877710044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114615214877710044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114615214877710044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114615214877710044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-out-for-hair-cut-and-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114614998187348454</id><published>2006-04-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:59:41.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god for friends</title><content type='html'>sigh, it just wasn't a good day yesterday. fortunately, it didn't get any worse, because there was you, you, you, you, you, you, you and you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i realised that my prof dropped my mpw (management for people at work) grade by 1.5 freaking letter grades just because i didn't complete a survey. tmd. and it wasn't as if i didn't try doing it. there was a screw up and the survey closed 5 mins before the stipulated time. argh. for that precious 5 minutes, my mpw grades dropped by 1.5 letter grades. A FREAKING ONE POINT FIVEEEEE LETTER GRADES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was not the worst part. you know how the feeling of regret is enhanced by near misses? sigh, i found out from alvin that our grades could actually be amended. if only i had bothered to send him an email and if i had gone down to see him personally. :((((( i was really upset. okay that was an understatement. I WAS CRUSHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have confirmed the saying that bad things happen together. YES IT DOES. ARGH. there was a bombing in colombo, sri lanka on tuesday afternoon. GREAT, of all places, it HAD to be colombo. from the very moment i heard my dad mention "BOMBING IN COLOMBO", i knew that i was definitely not going to sri lanka. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was the condition i set with my parents when i first tried to convince them to let me go on the trip. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flashback*&lt;br /&gt;"i swear i will not go if anything happens in colombo!! really!!!! please please?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, my family means more to me than anything else. i would never want my parents worrying when i'm having fun in sri lanka. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTTTTTT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD FOR FRIENDS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i was with good company when my parents finally gave the verdict. thanks my dearest can't-get-enough-of-you HOT SAIL people. :) you guys were so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was not all. i had yet another gastric attack. argh. it's happening more frequently recently. it might have something to do with all the spicy food and suppers i've been taking. hmm... though i hope not, i kinda enjoy being a nocturnal animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank YOU for being so sweet. sweet and considerate enough to make my gastric pains more bearable. i was really touched. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks nini! you called at the right time to make me feel loved. muacks. :)  you always seem to know when i need a call and when i need a hug. i love youuuuu. i can't imagine life without you. WHO NEEDS A BOYFRIEND WHEN YOU'VE GOT NINI. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay, enough whining. i hate it when i whine. WHAT A WUSS. hahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114614998187348454?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114614998187348454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114614998187348454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114614998187348454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114614998187348454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/thank-god-for-friends.html' title='thank god for friends'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114585112095436617</id><published>2006-04-24T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:00:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calvin and hobbes + screen saver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/calvin%20and%20hobbes%20-%20screensaver.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/200/calvin%20and%20hobbes%20-%20screensaver.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur hur. he's my favourite boy with the biggest ego and the most hilarious excuses. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114585112095436617?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114585112095436617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114585112095436617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114585112095436617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114585112095436617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/calvin-and-hobbes-screen-saver.html' title='calvin and hobbes + screen saver'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114578790061982004</id><published>2006-04-23T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T18:28:32.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please help her.</title><content type='html'>when i'm still complaining and whining about my far from perfect or rather non-existent love life, some girl out there is fighting to stay alive. someone i might have seen and maybe even talked to during my RGS days. she's just one year younger than me but she's been through so much. more than anything anyone can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recognise the devastating effects of chemotherapy and the heart wrenching pain to see someone waste away in front of you. no one should have to go through all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give her 1 more reason to take herself through this senseless pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read these entries to find out more about this brave brave girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://birddroppingsonymw.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-should-have-posted-this-long-time.html"&gt;http://birddroppingsonymw.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-should-have-posted-this-long-time.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meenlee.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://meenlee.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; april 19th and april 08th entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i'm really proud to be part of the RGS family. who is to say that smart people are unfeeling and callous. we care. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114578790061982004?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114578790061982004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114578790061982004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114578790061982004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114578790061982004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/please-help-her.html' title='please help her.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114555884484541941</id><published>2006-04-21T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:47:24.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye.</title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that stupid to not notice what you've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so YOU are no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only so much i can do, so long i can wait, so many times i can be ignored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114555884484541941?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114555884484541941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114555884484541941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114555884484541941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114555884484541941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/bye.html' title='bye.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114555842338502885</id><published>2006-04-21T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:40:23.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>灯光熄灭了&lt;br /&gt;音乐静止了&lt;br /&gt;滴下的眼泪&lt;br /&gt;已停不住了&lt;br /&gt;天下起雨了&lt;br /&gt;人是不快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心真的受伤了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114555842338502885?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114555842338502885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114555842338502885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;直到等待失去意义&lt;br /&gt;无奈我和你写不出结局&lt;br /&gt;放遗憾的美丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能用恨你&lt;br /&gt;却不住结局&lt;br /&gt;放遗憾的美丽&lt;br /&gt;停在这里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暧昧让人受尽委屈&lt;br /&gt;找不到相爱的证据&lt;br /&gt;何时该前进&lt;br /&gt;何时该放弃&lt;br /&gt;连拥抱都没有勇气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只能陪你到这里&lt;br /&gt;毕竟有些事&lt;br /&gt;不可以超过了友情&lt;br /&gt;还不到爱情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;远方就要下雨的风景&lt;br /&gt;到底该不该哭泣&lt;br /&gt;想太多是我还想你&lt;br /&gt;我很不服气&lt;br /&gt;也开始怀疑&lt;br /&gt;眼前的人&lt;br /&gt;是不是同一个真实的你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114555824400750932?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114555824400750932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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first hangover.</title><content type='html'>oohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i swaying or is the ceiling swirling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur, hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, let me get that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but heyy, i can't seem to walk in a straight line. i think gravity is acting strangely today. i seem to be gravitated to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oei, stop pressing against my head. get that deadweight off my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how it feels to get a little drunk and very high. and of course, how it feels to experience my first hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not good at all. but oh well, we've gotta experience it to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams FINALLY come to an end. not as glorious an end as i would have liked it to be, but an END nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dragonboat meeting at 7, then rushed to the SAIL chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it was FUN. as always. nothing less than what i would have expected it to be. :) we're such drunkards. HILARIOUS and FUNNNNNN drunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played avalanche and 5-10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGHED damn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean whoever wouldn't have laughed if someone said DUST when the category was bacteria. hahah that was how drunk dan was. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amandaaaaaa, come back soon!!! then we can have another chalet. :) debraaaaaaaaaaa, why did you leave so early? there was space for another delirious drunk. you were far too S-O-B-E-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114542520857069714?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114542520857069714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>STRESSED.</title><content type='html'>S&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super duper stressed. tmd. can't finishing revising all the freaking 17 chapters. omg. my brain is so stuffed, all the info is oozing out of my ears. not a pretty sight at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for all these to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i would love to have more time to revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114528015060346276?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114528015060346276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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loved at all.</title><content type='html'>-Faith Hill and Tim Mcgraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never looked so good&lt;br /&gt;as you did last night,&lt;br /&gt;underneath the city lights,&lt;br /&gt;there walking with your friend,&lt;br /&gt;laughing at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear you looked right through me.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still living with your goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;and you're just going on with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk on by&lt;br /&gt;without one tear in your eye?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's just your way&lt;br /&gt;of dealing with the pain,&lt;br /&gt;forgetting everything between our rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;like we never loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, I hear you're doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like you're doing well&lt;br /&gt;as far as I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;Time is leaving us behind,&lt;br /&gt;(time - leaving us behind)&lt;br /&gt;another week has passed&lt;br /&gt;and still I haven't laughed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what your secret is&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;to letting go,&lt;br /&gt;letting go like you did,&lt;br /&gt;like you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk on by&lt;br /&gt;without one tear in your eye?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's just your way&lt;br /&gt;of dealing with the pain,&lt;br /&gt;forgetting everything between our rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;like we never loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget the magic?&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget the passion?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did you ever miss me,&lt;br /&gt;and long to kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's just your way&lt;br /&gt;of dealing with the pain,&lt;br /&gt;forgetting everything between our rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;like we never loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope no one ever has to feel this way. to feel left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you do, be brave and snap out of it. he's not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114498641203026460?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114498641203026460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114498641203026460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114498641203026460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay. i'm just glad that it has finally begun. that's because when it starts, it means that i'm one day closer to when it will all end. oh, and poor deb, she has regained her freedom yesterday but after the paper, we still took the train home together! hahaha no one was free to go out with her. well, at least no one she wanted to go out with. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY COME QUICK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114498613896526126?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114498613896526126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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bootlicking</title><content type='html'>fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;i said you're crazily in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;hur hur hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to change my nick but i scared you'll kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;"wenfang the crazy says XXXX is crazily in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;ho hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;you surely kena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXX says:&lt;br /&gt;nooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXX says:&lt;br /&gt;please dont changeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;but okay la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm how kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;and considerate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;and pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXX says:&lt;br /&gt;yesyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;and what other words would you use to describe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;*evil smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXX says:&lt;br /&gt;miss singapore universe potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;ultimate bootlicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see where bootlicking leads you to? hur hur hur, 1 minute fame on my blog, plus the assurance that i will not bao to you. at least not on msn la. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh but on second thoughts, was that a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i'm so going to get it. hahahaha the insults will be flying in from all directions. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed to protect XXXX. hahaha necessary step, esp since her bootlickings skills are so powerful. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114472570705738541?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114472570705738541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114472570705738541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114472570705738541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114472570705738541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/xxxx-is-good-at-bootlicking.html' title='XXXX is good at bootlicking'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114471751369394904</id><published>2006-04-11T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:05:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you do when you see something you don't want to see?</title><content type='html'>do you:&lt;br /&gt;a) pretend you didn't see it&lt;br /&gt;b) close and eyes and hope to be somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;c) stop that someone from doing whatever you don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;d) scream and cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i chose b). i'm a pacifist. what to do? too hum ji to say anything. i would have walked away if i had the choice. but oh well, due to physical constraints, all i could do was close my eyes and pretend to sleep. hoping that if i don't see all of you looking at me, then maybe you can't see me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, i hate it when it happens. i wish i could make you see that it doesn't work that way. anger doesn't scare people. it just makes them more angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, this has nothing to do with mr A. haha and no, i'm not upset. i just hate the way some people 'solve problems'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114471751369394904?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114471751369394904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114471751369394904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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he's been treating u nicely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini says:&lt;br /&gt;even as a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini says:&lt;br /&gt;and if u like a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini says:&lt;br /&gt;i think the time in which u treat the person the BEST should be like in the early stages.. b4 u even get tgt or when u just get tgt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm i think so too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;that's why i keep saying that i sort of know what his answer is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;i just need to hear it from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang :: says:&lt;br /&gt;then i will si xin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini says:&lt;br /&gt;mr A: no wenfang..i dun like u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini says:&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini says:&lt;br /&gt;he said it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114456756810864395</id><published>2006-04-09T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T15:26:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus superstar</title><content type='html'>Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campus_SuperStar"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campus_SuperStar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah it's amazing what you can find online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114456756810864395?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114437884481550084</id><published>2006-04-07T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:00:44.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in place.</title><content type='html'>i was smiling to myself on the train ride home last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was so much happiness flowing through me, i couldn't hold it back. i really tried but i know i failed terribly because i could feel people staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good day. hur hur but a really tiring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started the day early at 830.&lt;br /&gt;very very reluctantly downloaded the ethics final exam paper sent to my email.&lt;br /&gt;began typing at 10AM after 1 hour of brainstorming. not much of a storm though.&lt;br /&gt;Finished the first qn at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;Had a 20 mins lunch at Armenian street coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;checked my email at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;saw the email of acceptance for the Ascott internship!! :)&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY finished my last question at 455pm.&lt;br /&gt;RANNNNN as if a bear was chasing me all the way to the printing room to print my baby.&lt;br /&gt;queued for 10 mins to get my print out.&lt;br /&gt;HANDED my baby to prof at 5.09pm. dung, 9 mins late. i hope i won't be penalized.&lt;br /&gt;saw someone i wanted to see. :)&lt;br /&gt;met qiup at cine at 620pm. hhaa was 50 mins late.&lt;br /&gt;MSG-loaded cha shu udon for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;started singing at 710pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the funny part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jilyn was late cos her class presenters took such a longggg time. we da bao-ed katsudon for her and thanks to my "cai lan" (translation: my bag which looks like a vegetable basket), we could smuggle it into kbox for her. and so she ate, using me and my "cai lan" as cover. stupid girl. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there came photo whoring. hur hur. it was damn hilarious. and ugly of course. i wanted to post the photos but it was far too hideous for anyone other than the 3 of us to view. i won't want to scare anyone now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry, i couldn't stop myself from smiling when i think of what happened. THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jilyn, don't hate me. i can't stop my fingers. they've suddenly got a life of their own! :D haha okay for your sake, no names shall be mentioned. hur hur. maybe i'll use a fake name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* = fake name used to protect the identity of the protagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini* went karaoke-ing with her 2 girly buddies. they were having fun and getting very high after singing noisy songs. after making sure that the coast was clear, she decided to stand on the sofa so she could reach the HIGH notes for that song. and up she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, at that exact moment, a waiter walked past the room. (hur hur hur) Nini knew what was going to happen and instinctively sat down, praying that the waiter did not see her standing on the sofa. sadly, the waiter knocked on the door and came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiter: 小姐，请不要站在沙发上，弄伤自己不好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of story-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA that was the funniest thing i've ever ever heard a waiter say. omg. qiup and i were hyperventilating. well, if you didn't know, usually they would say something like, don't stand on the sofa, in case you spoil it. BUT NEVER NEVER NEVER have i heard them say that. wah best. hahahahaha Nini you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveeeeee these girls so much. they make up the best things that happened to me in my RGS days. definitely the best. :) and of course, i love munch and py just as much. don't need to get jealous. hur hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/CIMG1274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the 3 of us. muacks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;everything felt like it all fell into place yesterday. and it stayed where it belonged to. :) a good day, it was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114437884481550084?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114411621902047130</id><published>2006-04-04T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:10:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD LUCK!</title><content type='html'>Best of luck, dearies ying, yr and alvi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur, might be a bit too late for ying. but anyways, the time taken for you to study for your microbio will be worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YR and ALVI!!! hee last presentation of the term! jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be over before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, good luck to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be strong and i shall accept it all.&lt;br /&gt;come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to talk to him. and i'm not giving him the chance to reply slowly online because i'm gg to ask him in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could turn out ugly. *crossing my fingers and hoping for the best.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'd rather you be mean than love and lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather hear the truth and have to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather take a blow at least then I would know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But baby don't you break my heart slow"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114411621902047130?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114411621902047130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114411621902047130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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manner but in the "i'm falling ill" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went to the doctor's.&lt;br /&gt;free one leh.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah yes yes it was free cos it's the clinic at my school concourse. shiok. he gave me 5 different kinds of colourful pills. really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor: "i'm going to start you on antibiotics, because you look like you can't recover on your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor: "you look too stressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur. so instead of the usual me who exudes confidence, i'm giving SICK vibes to the doctor. haha erm, no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the medicine. all of it. okay, not all at one go, but one of each type. hahahah and TMD, i'm feeling worse now la. super tired and feverish. i'm supposed to recover after taking the medicine, NOT feel more sick. argh. i hate falling sick and waking up with a wrecking spate of coughing fits in the middle of the night. and PLUS, i've got a ktv session with the girlies this thurs. so, i've got a grand total of 3 days to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114405014874774580?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114405014874774580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114405014874774580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114405014874774580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114405014874774580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you block the sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a voice you'd know anywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I really should have known&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the time you drove me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the vagueness in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casual good-byes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the chill in your embrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The expression on your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That told me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might have some advice to give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On how to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insensitive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you numb your skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the warmest touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you slow your blood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the body rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you free your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After you've found a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you teach your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a crime to fall in love again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, you probably won't remember me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's probably ancient history&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm one of the chosen few&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who went ahead and fell for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm out of vogue, I'm out of touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell too fast, I feel too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that you might have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some advice to give on how to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insensitive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114396895255316908</id><published>2006-04-02T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:09:12.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY JUICE-D</title><content type='html'>i loveeeee the crazy people from SAIL.&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;they are such great fun to hang out with,&lt;br /&gt;esp when they are high and tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty amazing what JUICY information can happy juice and drinking games reveal.&lt;br /&gt;*evil smile*&lt;br /&gt;okay la, i know i know! what we heard that night will be kept among ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;*does the playing mahjong thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to go to LOOF at first, so we had dinner at seah street Chin Chin. unfortunately, LOOF was super crowded. :( and we got rejected. actually we were given the option of standing by the bar but that wasn't exactly an option. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to equinox at swissotel. ARGH. thanks to our baby boys, we were once again REJECTED. hrmp. young boys are such trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, we decided to try a new pub called INK at raffles the plaza. there was a live band. the music was good, provided you didn't look at them singing. hahahaha they were rather, well, how should i put it? erm, localised? hahaha no no, i have nothing against things with a local flavour, on the contrary, i actually do like singaporean-ised things. but, oh well, you know, too much of anything is never good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we went there for the drinks and the company of the CRAZY sailors, not for the music. haha the drinks looked pretty, unfortunately the bartender was SUPER stingy with the happy juice. hahaha thanks to the better judgement of DEB and i, we shared two VERY VERY pretty drinks. the blue martini and the strawberry margarita. YUM. it was absolutely delicious. hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was crazy fun.&lt;br /&gt;i loveeeee spending time with the sailors.&lt;br /&gt;especially because i learn something new and INTERESTING about them every single time we go out. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure amanda is dyingggg to know what i know now. hiak hiak hiak. how was your beach outing dearie? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooo evil. i hope my brownie points are enough to save me from hell. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114396895255316908?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114396895255316908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114396895255316908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114396895255316908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114396895255316908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-juice-d.html' title='HAPPY JUICE-D'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114391184044172361</id><published>2006-04-01T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:11:04.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby don't you break my heart slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I'd rather you be mean than love and lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather hear the truth and have to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather take a blow at least then i would know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But baby don't you break my heart SLOW..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i ready for that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114391184044172361?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114391184044172361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114391184044172361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114391184044172361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114391184044172361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/04/baby-dont-you-break-my-heart-slow.html' title='baby don&apos;t you break my heart slow'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114369139477896923</id><published>2006-03-30T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:03:14.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still at home at 1156am on a thursday!</title><content type='html'>ahhh, see how easily contented i am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad to be still home at 12pm on a thursday. it's absolutely heavenly to be able to wake up according to my own bio clock. hahahah although my bio clock is rather screwed but it's still SHIOK. or even to open my eyes and see that the sun is finally up before me. hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few weeks have been pretty horrible. i can safely say that this is the worst term for me. taking 5 modules is no joke man. hahah maybe like what my brather says, I"M WEAK. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and speaking of my dearest handsomeeeeee brather, i totalllllyyyy love him. wahah he just got his FIRST official pay yesterday and being the generous, sweet, loving brather he is, he gave me and my sister 50 bucks each!!!!!! MUACKS. hur hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy with today. this shd be a happy day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ying: remember to take the photos and send it to me k? i want to seeeeee it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114369139477896923?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114369139477896923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114369139477896923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114369139477896923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114369139477896923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-still-at-home-at-1156am-on-thursday.html' title='i&apos;m still at home at 1156am on a thursday!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114346410333146308</id><published>2006-03-27T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:55:03.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK THIS OUT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/throw%20rocks%20for%20dummies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/400/throw%20rocks%20for%20dummies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah. this is totally hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title of the book is very apt. and very attractive. hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should allll go get a copy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114346410333146308?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114346410333146308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114346410333146308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114346410333146308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114346410333146308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/check-this-out.html' title='CHECK THIS OUT!!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114338577458701741</id><published>2006-03-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:09:34.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love sailing.</title><content type='html'>ahhh, sun, sea, sail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the feeling of going barefoot on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely ... erm, hot. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of the breeze in my face when the sail catches the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveeeee having the sun beat down on my face, my shoulders, my legs, my arms, my neck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel brown. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, i miss the rising tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss having the sunrise as a wakeup call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss falling alseep under a sky full of stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even miss cooking on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i'm really glad i went for the trip. i'm really really thankful that i got to know you girlies too! muacks... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114338577458701741?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114338577458701741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114338577458701741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114338577458701741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114338577458701741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-sailing.html' title='i love sailing.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114327098496744793</id><published>2006-03-25T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:16:24.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the heat therapy.</title><content type='html'>have you ever heard of the heat therapy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually sth i coined today. well, not today, JUST. when i was talking to munch online. we both agreed that boys are jerks and that we should throw rocks at them till they drop dead and die from multiple lacerations and internal haemorrhaging. doesn't it sound all nice and cheery now? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to the heat therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you know what the chinese say about heat and expansion; cold and contraction right? something like ri4 zhang4 leng3 suo1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how heat therapy goes. (just a warning: it's not exactly as cheery and comfortable as it sounds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, the guy will be warm. and so, you warm up too. and then he turns up the heat. you absorb the heat and you became hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, he suddenly cools off (as if he's got a huge air con blowing at him at full blast.) and becomes a frozen chicken. absolutely immobile and unable to think or talk. even with you blasting hot air at him at maximum speed, he remains untouched and FROZEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with nothing heating you up, you eventually turn cold. (very unwillingly) and as if it was allll planned, he thaws and suddenly springs back to life. VIOLA.  how amazing. even better than the magic thaw rock or whatever they advertise on TV media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the cycle repeats itself. like a rollercoaster going at full speed, you are subjected to vicious torments and insults. unfortunately, many a time, we don't realise that we actually hold the remote control to stop the rollercoaster. we were simply too busy catching up with his heat therapy to defend ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, time to press the stop button, my dear friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be the one to end it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am soooo pessimistic. maybe even myopic to keep harping about this topic - boys. how silly of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114327098496744793?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114327098496744793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114327098496744793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114327098496744793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114327098496744793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/heat-therapy.html' title='the heat therapy.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114321613831589069</id><published>2006-03-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:03:47.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a ride</title><content type='html'>"tell the guy to fuck off. he just took her for a ride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. but probably true. highly probable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for her to make her escape and jump off the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to end the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been far too bumpy and tiresome, absolutely not worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can do it, girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114321613831589069?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114321613831589069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114321613831589069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114321613831589069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114321613831589069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/ride.html' title='a ride'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114309402469735157</id><published>2006-03-23T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:07:04.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm feeling slightly happier.</title><content type='html'>i just finished my CAT presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fine i guess. but oh well, what's done is done, so no point mulling over it. i'm sure i did my best though, considering that i slept at 5am last night. oh wait, that was this morning. hahaha i'm glad i did because it made me feel like i did alllll that i could do for my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy. but happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i like to blog. but i think i prefer to read the comments my dearest friends leave on my tag board. i feel so loved. thanks lau po, munch, ying and alviiiii!! :) so touched. i don't need men in my life. cos i've got you girlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oh dear, sounds so female brokeback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114309402469735157?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114309402469735157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114309402469735157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114309402469735157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114309402469735157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-feeling-slightly-happier.html' title='i&apos;m feeling slightly happier.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114301467352178818</id><published>2006-03-22T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:04:33.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the language of silence.</title><content type='html'>Me: * ***** * **** *** ** ***** ***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ***** ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ** *** *** **!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ***!! * ***** * *** *** **** ***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *** *** ****?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ****,*** ***** ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ***!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ***! *** **** *** ***** ***** ** ********?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, no reply from you as usual. (dont worry, there's nothing wrong with your screen. it's just an re-enactment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the language of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep down inside, i hope it's just because you are too busy to reply me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, maybe that says something as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you say it best, when you say nothing at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114301467352178818?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114301467352178818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114301467352178818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114301467352178818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114301467352178818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/language-of-silence.html' title='the language of silence.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114258894617417146</id><published>2006-03-17T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:49:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she is finally back!!</title><content type='html'>MY LAPTOP HAS FINALLY FINALLY RECOVERED AND RETURNED HOME TO HER MAMA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super duper happy. hahaha i went to toshiba to collect my lappie today. after being apart from her for 9 freaking longggggg days, we have been reunited. ahhhhh... i think i was suffering from laptop withdrawal symptoms. haha luckily for my brother's laptop, i would have died during cold turkey. anyway, all that has passed, everything is nice and cheery now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend's msn nick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"none of us are virgins, life has screwed us all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha how funny and true is that?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114258894617417146?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114258894617417146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114258894617417146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114258894617417146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114258894617417146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/she-is-finally-back.html' title='she is finally back!!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114248238866941070</id><published>2006-03-16T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:05:49.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm almost there!!</title><content type='html'>i'm stuck at CIT now, with one minute left to walk from CIT to SIS for my CAT class. hahaha oh my, look at all these codes i'm writing. i'm sure no one outside s.m.u. (heh don't want to be googled when someone types s.m.u.. just in case. stress does wonders to my state of paranoia.) will understand this. btw, CIT is our computer help desk, SIS = school of information systems and CAT = computer as an analysis tool. ah, there. now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyways, i'm super happy now. my psych quiz is FINALLY over. finally. i can breath at last. but not for long. 2 more projects due next week. STRESSED. it's okay i guess, because those are my only 2 projects left!! woohoot! yes yes yes, that's it! no more projects for 4 long blissful months.  :) shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading munch's blog always changes my perspective of her. not in the bad way. haha don't worry. haha she's actually quite emotional. unlike the usual fos comments she gives. it's surprising how i can know someone like her for 8 loooooonnnnng years and still find out new things about her every time. :) i love you munchie baby.. hahaha thanks for all the crap and bimbotic comments. you make my life crappier. muacks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114248238866941070?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114248238866941070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114248238866941070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114248238866941070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114248238866941070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-almost-there.html' title='i&apos;m almost there!!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114241097688428328</id><published>2006-03-15T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:27:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COME SIT ON MY SHOULDER!!!</title><content type='html'>whyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i dumb? right, i must be. i must also be really confused and blind to keep subjecting myself to such agony. haha i'm a sado-masochist. yeahhhh, I AM A SADISTIC PERSON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, why do i even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some new distractions. hopefully it comes in the form of a tall, dark, handsome, hunky, intelligent, sensitive, rich, .... and the list goes on.... prince charming. haha i am soooo shallow. haha shallow melllowwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, i forgot abt what ying said. dung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flashback*&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is like a butterfly. the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, HURRY AND COME SIT ON MY SHOULDER!!!! i will pretend not to notice. i promise. well, apparently i'm not a good enough actress, cos happiness (aka the butterfly) is not sitting on my shoulder. hahaha YET i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, i have a feeling that my sanity is abandoning me. PROJECTS are killing me slowly but surely. this term is crazy. i've never been so tired before. and i've got DARK EYE RINGS!!! my goodness, i've never had them before. sigh. not a good sign. anyways, just 3 more weeks to go. i'm almost there. ALMOST...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114241097688428328?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114241097688428328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114241097688428328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114241097688428328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114241097688428328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/come-sit-on-my-shoulder.html' title='COME SIT ON MY SHOULDER!!!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114231565245670241</id><published>2006-03-14T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:56:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>definition of mr A</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black;" background="#FFFFFF" border="0" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mr. A --&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[noun] /font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114231565245670241?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114231565245670241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114231565245670241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114231565245670241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114231565245670241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/definition-of-mr.html' title='definition of mr A'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114230701928353857</id><published>2006-03-14T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:00:12.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiyo!!! what are parents teaching their kids?</title><content type='html'>my goodness, i was totally absolutely horrified by something that happened on the bus on sunday morning. well, maybe i'm over reacting. i probably am, considering me. haha hokay, let me tell you what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, on a sunny EARLY sunday morning, i was on board bus 38. like every other sunday morning, i'm practically snoozing on the bus to tuition, hoping that the bus would move faster than the 40km/h it is moving at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, like all buses, it stopped at a bus stop and an old man boarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had difficulties getting onto the bus, especially with the steps being so high, so he kick the steps and tripped. when he fell, he accidentally kicked a young but not that young girl behind him. he quickly regained his footing and turned around to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*okay, pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;in this situation, what do you think a normal human being would do? okay, if it were me, i would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; definitely say "it's okay it's okay!! no problem!" and well instinctively, if i saw an old man falling in front of me, i would try my best to reach out and help him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;okay, let's go back to the story...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the young girl gave a face of utter disgust and irritation. and then she exclaimed LOUDLY, "AIYO!!! OUCH!!!!! why like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*PAUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;like OMG!!! what the fuck is wrong with her? someone just fell and instead of asking if he was okay, she said AIYO?! and OUCH?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then boarded the bus and at the same time, continued to give the poor old man dirty looks. she plonked her ass down on the seat opposite me and began massaging her leg in exaggerated movements, as if the whole bus didn't hear her OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mum boarded the bus after her, holding the girl's brother. to my surprise (unfortunately), the mother apparently did not think there was anything wrong with this little girl's reaction. she just said, "sit down la and help me with your brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*OMG!!!!! argh, what the hell are parents teaching their kids?!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point of time, the little obnoxious girl started pinching her nose and giving the same disgusting, oops pardon me, i meant disgusted expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*okay, so i admit, i suppose someone on the bus stepped on shit cos the bus didn't exactly smell very good. no one on the bus actually said anything because i supposed if we were the one who stepped on shit, we wouldn't want anyone else to point that out. you know, the golden rule of "do unto others as you would have them do unto you."*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl started exclaiming, at the top of her voice (i could even hear her with my music blasting in my ear) "WAH!!! who stepped on shit?!! so smelly!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mummy mummy, is it you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SIAO ah, must be someone on the bus la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, the mum started to pinch her nose and look around with that same disgusted look as on her daughter's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mummy, it's really very smelly leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aiya, then you go and check and see who stepped on shit la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*OMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;what kind of mum would tell their kid that?!!!! like what ideas are you putting into your kid's brain? i'm sure that's not the correct way to instil curiousity in your children!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl then made her brother lift his legs to check his shoes. luckily at this point of time, i decided to close my eyes and pray very hard that the bus will arrive soon, so i can be spared from this parenting tragedy. why would i say luckily?!! because this girl even attempted to establish eye contact with me to see if she can check my shoes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*argh! i so wanted to slap the mother. okay, no i wanted to slap the kid then the mother.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, the bus stopped at this bus stop where tons of people boarded. there wasn't enough seats to go around, as usual, so some people were standing. this trio conveniently took up 4 seats!!! and guess what the extra seat was used for? for the girl's bag!!!! my goodness, the mother didn't even attempt to move the bag when she saw people holding bags of groceries who obviously wanted to sit. she even happily took a story book out for her son, and asked her son to start reading it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*urgh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;damn freaking selfish!!!! i won't be surprised if her kid turns out to be a selfish, loud mouth, spoilt brat. on second thoughts, she already is!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so that was the end of the tragic episode of parenting 101. my goodness. it's no wonder the kids nowadays are so rude and insensitive. that's because this is the way they were brought up. i must remember never to allow my kid to say those things that OBNOXIOUS girl said. or actually, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that girl said and did. eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114230701928353857?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114230701928353857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114230701928353857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114230701928353857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114230701928353857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/aiyo-what-are-parents-teaching-their.html' title='aiyo!!! what are parents teaching their kids?'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114218021461677072</id><published>2006-03-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:22:00.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a touching story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;From the very beginning, the girl s family strongly objected to her dating this guy. They said it had something to do with his family background and that the girl would have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Due to the pressure from her family, the couple quarrelled very often. Although the girl loves the guy deeply, she can t help herself from constantly asking him, “How deep is your love for me?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;he guy is not good with his words, and so this often makes the girl very upset. That coupled with the family s pressure, causes the girl to lose her temper and to vent her anger on him. He simply accepts it all and endures in silence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated and he decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“I m not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I ll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The girl agreed and with the guy s determination, the family finally gave in and agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got engaged.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl started working and the guy continued with his studies overseas. They sent their love through emails and phone calls. Though it was hard, both of them never thought of giving up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One day, on her way to work, the girl was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum cry, she wanted to comfort her. At that moment, she realized that all she could utter was a sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She has lost her voice. The doctor said that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. During her stay in the hospital, all she do was cry. Silence was all that accompanied her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing seemed to have changed after she was discharged. All except for the ringing tone of the phone. It pierced her heart every single time it rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She did not wish to let the guy know about her condition. Not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent tons of emails and countless phone calls, but all the girl could do was cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything and be happy. In the new environment, the girl learnt sign language and started a new life – reminding herself every single day that she must forget him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One day, her friend told her that he was back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. After which, she did not receive any other news about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A year passed and her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy s wedding. The girl was shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she opened the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She turned to ask her friend what s going on but instead, she saw the guy standing in front of her. Using sign language, he said, “I ve spent a year’s time to learn sign language, just to let you know that I ve not forgotten our promise. Let me be your voice. I love you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With that, he slipped the ring back onto her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=============================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Such a sweet story. though not really my kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl is too selfish for my liking. haha i never understood why people always like to keep things from the person they love most. i know they think that letting them know would devastate them but seriously, wouldn't not knowing hurt them too? sigh, i guess it's some people's way of showing how much they love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, haha just an extra thing. the last line, the perfect person blah blah blah thing, was mr L's nick for a long long time. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114218021461677072?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114218021461677072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114218021461677072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114218021461677072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114218021461677072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/touching-story.html' title='a touching story'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114162372139834748</id><published>2006-03-06T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:26:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life.&lt;br /&gt;But here was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, or a debt to be paid.&lt;br /&gt;Then life would begin.&lt;br /&gt;At last it dawned on me that this was my life.&lt;br /&gt;This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness is the way.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Alfred de Souza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like no one is watching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Satchel Paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When one door closes, another opens. But we often look so regretfully upon the closed door that we don't see the one that has opened for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Helen Keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114162372139834748?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114162372139834748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114162372139834748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114162372139834748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114162372139834748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-long-time-it-had-seemed-to-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114154920378935167</id><published>2006-03-05T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:00:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new hp!!</title><content type='html'>have i told you? have i told you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally FINALLY finally bought my hp after my stupid siemens one conked out. so TADA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/SGH-E760.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's this baby here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;GORGEOUS!!! don't you think? i loveeee it. sooo pretty and cute. the beat box function has really got me addicted. haha&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/10945028-114154920378935167?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114154920378935167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114154920378935167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114154920378935167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114154920378935167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-new-hp.html' title='my new hp!!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114140714133786467</id><published>2006-03-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T16:28:21.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have never cried so hard at a movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/A%20season%20for%20love%20poster.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;fwah. i have never ever ever ever cried sooo hard at a movie. or rather, i have never had to use tissue paper when watching a movie. but there is always a first for everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time ever, i used ONE whole packet of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the usual tearing or crying that happens during a movie, jilyn and i were weeping!!! hahaa bawling to be precise. can you believe it? my goodness. and we even went in thinking it was a happy movie, something like "love actually". haha apparently not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/A%20season%20for%20love%20poster%202.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plot was pretty simple. nothing fanciful. it was actually quite predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the way the situations were portrayed that really touched me. very different &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/A%20season%20for%20love%20poster%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and VERY beautiful. heart wrenching even. i think this movie depicts issues that everyone can relate to. the love between a mother and her son; the fear of letting someone you like see the REAL you; to work so hard to maintain a relationship but yet have the courage to let go; to see your worst fear come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT the most touching part of the movie, for me, wasn't the love between a man and woman. it was the pure love between a dying mother and her young son. the young boy did a wonderful job man. i tell you, i'm such a sucker for young kids who can cry as if they really mean it. watching a kid cry so naturally, is simply a picture perfect tear jerking moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the guy who acted in my sassy girlfriend. as usual, he's a human sandbag. haha he has a thing for getting whacked right? haha but he's a good actor. definitely. i always wonder how do korean actors cry so readily. as if they could just turn on the "tear tap" and tears would flow freely. watching a grown man cry simply triggers my own "tear tap".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! i know why i cried so much during the movie. most of the men in the movie cried! ah ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!!! and py reminded me of the super duper goodlooking painter in the movie. omg. he has the nicest smile ever. EVER. demure yet sincere. ahhh, jilyn and i got weak at our knees every single time he smiled. *droooollll* haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways, i highly recommend this movie!!! go catch it if you've got the time. or even if you don't have the time!!! make time! and BRING TISSUE!!! you'll need it. confirmed. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114140714133786467?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114140714133786467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114140714133786467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114140714133786467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114140714133786467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-never-cried-so-hard-at-movie.html' title='i have never cried so hard at a movie.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114133056166832274</id><published>2006-03-03T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T04:16:01.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it has been decided.</title><content type='html'>you left it to fate. and fate has made a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can only accept the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother struggling because it will just hurt more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only fate told you something you wanted to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114133056166832274?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114133056166832274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114133056166832274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114133056166832274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114133056166832274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-has-been-decided.html' title='it has been decided.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114128361523317279</id><published>2006-03-02T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:13:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the self-mutilation quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/1600/cutting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/cutting.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are CUTTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: Even though cutting is the most common form of self-mutilation, that doesn't make it any less painful. You probably try to hide it from your friends and family, wanting the help but not knowing how to get it. You like to be alone and get frustrated easily by other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive trait: Have a lot of empathy for others.&lt;br /&gt;Negative trait: Hard on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Color: Crimson&lt;br /&gt;Emotion: Self-hate&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think? the passage above is supposed to describe me. does it sound like me? hm i suppose it's partly true. although i must clarify that i don't cut myself. NO. that is just too painful. i'm too gu niang for that. eh that part about liking to be alone, well, i do like to be alone SOMETIMES but not always. i love my friends too much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the quote though. think that is really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i a horse? hmm.. what does that mean? anyone care to elaborate? other than my face is quite long?!!!! haha must say first, just in case some of you kukus give me weird answers. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm but anyways, it is a very interesting quiz to take to find out more about yourself. the inner self. not what you show others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Aphotica/quizzes/What%20form%20of%20self-mutilation%20are%20you%3F"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/Aphotica/quizzes/What%20form%20of%20self-mutilation%20are%20you%3F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114128361523317279?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114128361523317279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114128361523317279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114128361523317279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114128361523317279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/03/self-mutilation-quiz.html' title='the self-mutilation quiz'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114096403336210773</id><published>2006-02-26T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:27:13.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood swings.</title><content type='html'>mood swings mood swings mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother speculates that i'm probably pmsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highly irritable. stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sense that the whole world is against me. feeling small. very small indeed. need to hate some people now. okay. ah, feeling better now. the world doesn't seem that gloomy now. oh no, wait a minute, what the fuck is this person doing? stop irritating me. get off my toes. NOW. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, crap. i sound like a nut. i'm on an emotional rollercoaster. it usually happens when i'm stressed out or when it's the last day of holidays. oh dear, it's the last day of holidays and i've got an ethics test tmr. no wonder i'm feeling like that. DAMNIT, i really shouldn't have agreed to do that fucking data entry job. now i'm really killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114096403336210773?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114096403336210773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114096403336210773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114096403336210773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114096403336210773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/02/mood-swings.html' title='mood swings.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114089401653064583</id><published>2006-02-26T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T03:00:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES!!!</title><content type='html'>i have not blogged in a million years. these couple of weeks have been HECTIC!! madness, i must say. absolutely exhausted every single day i get back home. not to say having to wear my contacts for at least 10 hours a day. my poor eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, here're the updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: this will be a long and rather dry entry. with many many photos of course, just to make sure you'll read to the end. wahaha. you might just see your face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING ENTRY!! BORING ENTRY!!&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;tim's gone!! he left on sunday afternoon. sad. that's one guy gone. many many more to follow. the first guy from my batch to leave but definitely not the last. very soon, my ctc group will only have ivy and i left. SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, his entourage was impressive man. just looking at the crowd alone, i would estimate that approximately 70 people turned up to send him off. WOW. notice how i used crowd instead of friends?!! i was shocked to realised that the entire bunch of people standing outside BK were his friends!!! i thought they were just people. like unrelated. butttt lo and behold.. NOOOO. all of them were his friends. AMAZING. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his family cried a little. i guess it's inevitable. just like how i cried when we sent my brother off to the airport two years ago. now to think of it, WHY the hell did i cry?! hahaha not like he was not going to come back right? oh alright alright, give him some credit la. (only because he reads my blog too!! haha) the house definitely felt different without him. (especially the noise factor and the no car to use part) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/timo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look at the photo at the top right hand corner!!! don't we just look like the incredibles family?!! hahaa tim looks like a big fatherly character. haha or maybe power puff girls and the professor. hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/kai%20and%20yujia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;kai and mr yeo!!! haha they are the funniest couple i've ever met la. so cute. hahaha had ajisen with them and it didn't feel weird at all. ahhaah surprisingly. well, maybe not that surprising since they are such crazy people. oh ya, spot the difference in the two bottom photos. hahah kai decided that her nostrils look huge in the right photo, so they decided to cover their noses and still look dao. DAMN funny. crazy shits.&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was supposed to be the mid term break. RECESS week. SUPPOSEDLY. damnit. didn't feel like i had a good rest AT ALL. so tired. not rested at all. so many projects deadlines to rush for. argh!!! that's the consequence of having project based learning. endless project meetings to go for. sometimes even having to endure irritating group mates, uncooperative group mates, MIA group mates, indecisive group mates and the list goes on and on. but on the bright side, i've made a couple of good friends from all the projects i've done. i think i've been too harsh. there are many good group mates too. people who would do beyond what they have been assigned to, provide help when you really need it and stay up late just to finish rushing the project together. it's times like these that i come to realise the importance of having friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY - went to watch brokeback mountain with alvi. then had tuition at simei. then had violin lessons at night. fwah. tired sia. rush rush rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brokeback mountain was cool man. what a momentous movie. :) my first RA movie after i turned 21. welll, not to say that i've watched any RA movie before i turned 21. hahaha. it was an extremely interesting movie. not exactly just another gay movie. i think it was more than that. many of the issues it addressed, applies to normal couples too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most memorable line in the movie was -&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how to quit you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW!! i love such lines. so simple yet it means so much. like a complex question in AS. haha saying one thing but indirectly talking about something much deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY - project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, wait. then had dinner at holland v with qiup, jilyn and py. last dinner before py goes back to down under. hai, two months has passed so quickly. luckily she's coming back soon again. sigh, if not!!! who will go eat supper and hear me bitch about _____ with me? hahah a blank there because it could be about anyone. hahaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP1202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;oops, not very well taken. OEI, stupid jilyn. hahahaa oops, she's so going to kill me. hahah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP1240.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lousy photo taken by a passerby... we could have done better. wahaha aiyo, i'm so mean. die. no wonder cannot find boyfriend. wahaha this is retribution. KARMA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/400/stupid%20us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the super unglam to the max photos we take and the stupid things we do in front of the camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/stupid%20unglam%20jilyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS is the queen of unglam to the max photos. wahaha way to go jilyn!!! hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY - shopping with the sailing girlies, yum cha at some posh looking place recommended by none other than our tai tai wannabe dickson, ZOUK!!!! with geri, zhenhao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought 1 pair of earrings. argh. ONLY ONE!!! after 2 hours plus of shopping. oh well, at least i LOVE those earrings. absolutely gorgeous. wahaha but of course, gotta see who's wearing them man. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phuture was boring. and squeezy. and REALLY SERIOUSLY crowded. and the music was bad. luckily the company was quite good. hahaa zouk was definitely more fun. my kind of music. meaning retro and beng-ish sounding. hahaha especially with all the hand signals and stuff. drinks were diluted as usual. haha but okay la, not as if i go there every week. so doesn't matter. haha. left for geri's house at 2 plus. she had a curfew. so smart us decided that as long as she was home, it won't matter if she brought friends right?! hahaha and then we ordered macs. hahaa shiok. ate and talked. well, at least until i dozed off in a weird position on the couch. haha as usual. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP1253.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yum cha-ing at imperial something. hahaa at taka.&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY - py left for australia at 9am, 4 project meetings from 12 all the way to 9 plus at night. MADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY - 2 project meetings from 1030 to 230, tuition at simei, qiup's ck's production at newton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP1328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY - mahjongmahjongmahjong with the sailing babes/guy (haha), jilyn's production at NUS cultural hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong was fun fun fun!!! the sailing people are such fun to be with. sigh, i'll miss you amanda!!!!! and of course playing mahjong with you. :) hopefully i can WIN something next time. hahahaha luckily i only lost 60 cents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jilyn's production was FUNNY!! hahah very well done! i liked it la. 14 bucks very worth it. :) jilyn!!! 你好厉害！！ muacks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP1337%20-%20cropped.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP1335.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1855/868/320/IMGP1349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114089401653064583?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114089401653064583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114089401653064583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114089401653064583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114089401653064583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/02/updates.html' title='UPDATES!!!'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114037189323575394</id><published>2006-02-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:58:13.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the self-fulfilling prophecy.</title><content type='html'>i was just watching this movie on hbo starring ben affleck and uma thurman. something about ben affleck having created a machine that can show people their futures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so he was saying -&lt;br /&gt;"if you show someone their future, they will have no future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the idea of the self fulfilling prophecy is formed. that's precisely why i refuse to have my fortune read. it is simply unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it is fine if they tell me sth bad that will happen in the future. so from now till now, i can do sth to rectify that. i would be extra careful about my health, about the way i deal with my finances and my relationships. BUT!! what if the fortune teller says that my life is going to be smooth sailing and that i will be filthy rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?! i know that just sounds weird. like, why the hell would that distress me!!?!! i'm probably just weird. but you see, i've a reason for being so strange. if i'm destined to be rich, does it mean no matter what i do, i will get rich? soooo, i just have to sit back and relax while the money rolls in? and if i know that i'll probably have a perfect marriage, i don't have to take the effort to maintain my relationships? so if i know that he's supposed to be the one for me, i shd ignore all the flaws that are soooo glaring? or if i'm told that i will marry my second boyfriend, i will just because i am supposed to in the future? !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see see see, understand my dilemma? if i listen to what the fortune tellers tells me, shd i sit back and not do anything cos it's going to happen anyway? or it will become a self sulfilling prophecy. meaning that i will make it happen just because i thought it should happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, morale of the story: don't get your fortune told. if you know how your future will look like, you'll never have a future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114037189323575394?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114037189323575394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114037189323575394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114037189323575394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114037189323575394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/02/self-fulfilling-prophecy.html' title='the self-fulfilling prophecy.'/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10945028.post-114019334630154449</id><published>2006-02-17T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:22:26.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh!!! i posted my photos at this link. go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fangarama.shutterfly.com"&gt;http://fangarama.shutterfly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo tired. haven't done much today but i'm feeling so exhausted. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner with the 02s41-ers. sobsob, tim is leaving. so soon. haven't even had time to really talk to him. sigh. but anyways, really hope he'll have fun there, hee while studying of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a $15 dress today. at little match girl. it's a little too big for me, at the chest but i still bought it cos it was onlyyyyy a freaking 15 bucks!!!! like F**KING cheap!!!! haha i had to buy it. it was screaming for me to buy it home!!! and anyways, if i dont' like it, i will sell it online! ingenious ain't i? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10945028-114019334630154449?l=ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/feeds/114019334630154449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10945028&amp;postID=114019334630154449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114019334630154449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10945028/posts/default/114019334630154449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilackchlorophyll.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-i-posted-my-photos-at-this-link.html' title=''/><author><name>i lack chlorophyll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17020949644878278337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
