<?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-5294104762766454919</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:39:28.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-3599484453105583275</id><published>2008-12-12T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:45:25.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just watched ugly betty and the stupid show dealt me a cliffhanger on its final episode! pfft. so i'm here on my new lappie in my room (praying that my parents dont find me) wikipedia-ing ugly betty and desperate housewives, cause the upcoming episode on channel 5 seems so sad and i just wont believe that the directors would kill tom. like seriously, cute sweet blond tom??? no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna youtube it now and hope i find the episode since i would be away on the day its showing. haha ive not started packing btw, no one in my family's packing it doesnt even seem like we're going on holiday. but whatevz i'll pack tomorrow after LUNCH WITH SHIHUI ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shihui: i rarely have such sweet dreams! xD the movie is only starting to show this month i think! (: ROBBIE ROBBIE ROBBIEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles babes. it feels good to be online at this hour though, im usually shooed off way before that :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3599484453105583275?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3599484453105583275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3599484453105583275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3599484453105583275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3599484453105583275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-watched-ugly-betty-and-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-4441921728340456719</id><published>2008-12-11T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:01:00.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3!</title><content type='html'>I HAD THE MOST AMAZING DREAM LAST NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that we were back in NEW ZEALAND, but with different people. some good some bad. it was more like a class outing than anything else, but anyway, guess who was with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBBIE and TOM from angus thongs and perfect snogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares about tom, really, ROBBIEE robbie robbie robbieeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was an annoying person in the group too and she kinda spoiled the dream slightly. but whatever, i was back in nz, and there was robbieeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a youtube slideshow of him! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhKdg391FM4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;aaron johnson&lt;/a&gt; *swoooon* the movie's kinda silly though. we watched it on the plane to auckland, but me, andrea, shihui and geri were head over heeeels in lovee with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"robbie robbie robbie, oooh la la!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-4441921728340456719?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/4441921728340456719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=4441921728340456719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4441921728340456719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4441921728340456719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/12/3.html' title='&lt;3!'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-3712361060367262754</id><published>2008-12-05T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:43:07.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a hermit crab ): after the geog trip, i just feel like staying home and bob my time away. (maybe i just miss the geogtrippers too much x) so i'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms. yknow i actually enjoy jet lag quite a bit. it makes me think of NZ constantly, like how right now, we'd be returning back to our motel/chalet for dinner, and shihui and i would be hoping that room arrangements stay the same, and we'd be complaining about the greasy dinner, or sleeping soundly on the bus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't just bob my time away! i've so much things to do, i've to meet up with my friends (not that thats a chore, not at all), i've to start studying, i've to go back to dance, etc etc. i can't just stay home and watch my FMA, or my korean dramas and cry over lame sob stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haish. 1 more month to the holidays ): then its time to start dancing/studying for syf/A levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate reality checks ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3712361060367262754?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3712361060367262754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3712361060367262754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3712361060367262754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3712361060367262754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like-hermit-crab-after-geog-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-7198098555467199427</id><published>2008-12-03T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:32:52.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3bfef6390bad6b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03bfef6390bad6b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331355263%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B4F0C8143B0E3DE165C280AEF15ECB6CBE002FD.1177AB84625993CB7ADA63A0A9E31C766E1DA44F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bfef6390bad6b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk7BchJoYQCWFWCO4Krvehvwlno8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03bfef6390bad6b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331355263%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B4F0C8143B0E3DE165C280AEF15ECB6CBE002FD.1177AB84625993CB7ADA63A0A9E31C766E1DA44F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bfef6390bad6b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk7BchJoYQCWFWCO4Krvehvwlno8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared when I watched this part on the plane. It gave me goosebumps like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So confusing, so confusing. How I wish I could switch off that immature, reckless, brainless side of me, and focus on the current important things in my life.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Still missing NZ. Daniel's right, I can't stop looking at photos ):&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-7198098555467199427?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3bfef6390bad6b7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/7198098555467199427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=7198098555467199427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7198098555467199427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7198098555467199427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-teared-when-i-watched-this-part-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-1601599441915454945</id><published>2008-12-03T09:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:19:21.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEOG TRIP: NZ</title><content type='html'>SHIHUI: aw mans, you have no idea! i see you've got jetlagged too (: i woke up at freaking 5am today!!! i just jolted awake and couldn't go back to sleep cause its 10am there already!!! and i got sooooo hungry cause our breakfast was usually at 8. I MISS NZ ); );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been awake for 5 hours already, cause i woke up at 5 am!! which is 10am kiwitime. starting to feel the effects of jetlagged xD bet zeehee is dying now, he'd be 11 hours jetlagged when he arrives in turkey, cause kiwitime is 5 hours ahead, and turkey is 6 hours behind. but zeeheewhee was kind enough to leave back 955 of the 1200+ photos that we took using his fantastically awesome camera (: here's some of them!&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275377410177033794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXnze245kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v4DbaxBJE2k/s400/IMG_0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the start of shopping! we were buying cookies at the subway outlet in some mart, along the cbd area in auckland (: mine was white chocolate chip cookie! yums. its much cheaper than singapore. 3 for 2bucks i think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275377404617874882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXnzKJe3cI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WB403OLnMBs/s400/IMG_0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our first jump shot! (: we were on Mt. Eden, alongside a massive crater which was super steep. the sky's gorgeous, isn't it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376860821986898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXnTgWcHlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dP3WmgddqB4/s400/IMG_0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie-roommate love!!!!!! (love my orange pants too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr kamal made this joke about my pants, that if i got lost, they'd be really handy cause i can take them off and wave them around to get attention! i even blended into the flowers when i took pictures. damn cool yos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376856314554514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXnTPjyKJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NB6ucGBQ6_0/s400/IMG_0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy jump shot taken by zeehee from his bedroom window at our second lodging, kiwipaka waitomo! tomo =  hole (: so our favourite phrase became: ass-tomo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376851712570530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXnS-aldKI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-NMGOeiVAUI/s400/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone went down the hill to this little playground at the end of the road, where we played with the swings and attempted to squeeze into the narrow slide. zeehee our fab photographer took this (: don't we look happay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376841396388610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXnSX_BAwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZpGRMLAxHzE/s400/IMG_0725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D one of a series of photographs me and shuiii took, depicting our reactions to something not very pleasant! i love zeehee's camera la, omg the lighting looks gorgeous. like some professional photoshoot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the 3rd day, we went to the national park! where we saw SNOW! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376829230710818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXnRqqfgCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-qfRBhd70HY/s400/IMG_0581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantabulous danseurs on the trip (: awesome background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376188588340978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXmsYFctvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Dri5izoxmNI/s400/IMG_0591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this photo was taken by shuii! (: kenneth quek threw snow at me just when i was posing for a photo, so tadah! damn pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376182966779762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXmsDJKf3I/AAAAAAAAAI0/1dmdSrJ615Q/s400/IMG_0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mr kamal, posing for a shot with me (: (i really threw snow at him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376185396147986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXmsMMXtxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Uqh7BuXJrnk/s400/IMG_0629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stumbled and fell over into the snow which was rather difficult to walk on, and my feet became freezing cold!!! and if you look carefully, i've really interesting shoes on xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after leaving the national park we went to lots of sightseeing places. here's one of them, at the rapids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376178727330210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXmrzWZoaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XRXj-gIgq4w/s400/IMG_0893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, we played BLOKART! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275376180026601234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXmr4MK7xI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2zFSyIjQM-c/s400/IMG_1090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super pro looking! haha its really fun, you control the blokart by tightening the string to make it faster, and letting it go to make it slow down. sometimes the wind can overturn your blokart! and you feel yourself going up to one side, teetering. its damn fun!!! super exhilarating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we went to the marae :D maori's home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where we took crazy hell lot of jumpshots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275375655756889602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXmNXIh_gI/AAAAAAAAAIU/G591Iyk90Pg/s400/IMG_1158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275375651409587730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXmNG8DbhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nHwp9_Vb8lQ/s400/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one was supposed to depict a bird (: too bad you cant see my face clearly, i look like tweety!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the last day we went to the farm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275375650669130850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXmNELg9GI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vSSkZV0YNzU/s400/IMG_1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275375647147846338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXmM3D-asI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qTCr_ddCfn8/s400/IMG_1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fed the horse and it salivated all over my hand! which totally explains my expression in this photo xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275375647374108530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXmM35653I/AAAAAAAAAH0/prh8cg-HoZc/s400/IMG_1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another jumpshot at the farm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are only sneak peeks of our trip!!! omg i miss nz so much, it feels so surreal, being back home. cant believe the geog trip's over ): we cant squeal: I CANT WAIT FOR THE GEOG TRIP anymore. i miss everything about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from late night talks with shihui, sleeping on the bus, to camwhoring with everybody on the trip, shopping, sleeping during briefings, watching jellyfish sleep during briefings, planning clothes for the next day, packing luggage on my own, playing card games with crazy friends, having dinner/breakfast/lunch everyday with my favourite people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on and on (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont mind doing it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog trip ftw!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-1601599441915454945?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/1601599441915454945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=1601599441915454945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1601599441915454945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1601599441915454945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/12/geog-trip-nz.html' title='GEOG TRIP: NZ'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STXnze245kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/v4DbaxBJE2k/s72-c/IMG_0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-213280038010712293</id><published>2008-12-02T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:08:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOB'S BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't have any photos, all my photos are in others' cameras. hahaha but anyway:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NZ IS AWESOME POSSUMS MAN. love the trip, love the trippers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone was fun and cool, teachers and guides and drivers included! we joked we laughed we played we camwhoredddd!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was amazing (: the best 2000bucks ever spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's a hint of the camwhoreness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275132148554517314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STUIvYHVy0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/kS_k3_8bdqE/s400/n540732034_1552146_4562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275132154709194738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STUIvvCut_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/r1fTuMi1Blw/s400/n540732034_1552145_412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOVE THE ROOM-MATE TOO!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p.s.: my luggage weighed 16kg when i went, and 27.2kg when i returned. power!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-213280038010712293?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/213280038010712293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=213280038010712293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/213280038010712293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/213280038010712293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/12/back.html' title='BACK'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/STUIvYHVy0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/kS_k3_8bdqE/s72-c/n540732034_1552146_4562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-2445128912908820845</id><published>2008-11-24T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:14:41.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving for nz early tomorrow morning! it'd be my first trip away from home, on my own! :O i've a feeling i'm gonna be super duper homesick ):&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;i'm quite excited though! haha my luggage is full! like really full. but i still think i didnt bring enough.&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;ok i'm not gonna blog much, i wanna go spend some quality time with my family. will miss them so :(&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;here's a picture for you guys (: don't miss me! (just kidding!)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272211062553330194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SSqoByxgQhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0KKt3HXUKSU/s400/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When i had short hair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm gonna change the desktop picture to my face (: just to surprise me mam. lubdub~! see you guys in a week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9 MORE HOURS TO NZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5294104762766454919-2445128912908820845?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/2445128912908820845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=2445128912908820845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2445128912908820845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2445128912908820845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaving-for-nz-early-tomorrow-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SSqoByxgQhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0KKt3HXUKSU/s72-c/Image033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-7851555760420434164</id><published>2008-11-22T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:07:26.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired!</title><content type='html'>jianying: haha! b(cube) :D funny ah, no you cant call me that! i've got enough nicknames already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: HI! hahaha eh they're not really bangs laa, dont be so shocked. its side swept bangs. yknow my fringe is always to the side? well just imagine it alot shorter, and across my forehead, like a piece of salmon. i dont have the guts to cut bangs la, me face so round, i'd look like a coconut ): cant wait for our date! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooooo tired. cass slept over at my place last night and we watched korean drama serials until 4. we're crazy la, both of us had pt early morning at 8 in school! so we only have 2 hours of sleep. we dillyed so much, lazed so much, that we had to cab anyway. fortunately after running, it kinda cleared my head and i was much more awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. during dance today, we did this expression of emotion thing, and i was to express sadness. i cried my eyes out, and after dance i was so zoned. i was, what senghenk says, emotion zero. now i'm just willing my eyes not to close on me cause i'm so freaking tireeedzzzzzzz~ i'd post pictures if i werent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive not packed!!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THREE MORE DAYS TO &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NZ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-7851555760420434164?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/7851555760420434164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=7851555760420434164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7851555760420434164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7851555760420434164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired.html' title='tired!'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-1828915125221856640</id><published>2008-11-21T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:02:15.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FELICIA CANT BELIEVE SHE'S GOT BANGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING BANGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told the hairdresser to cut my fringe shorter, and i left the salon feeling quite.. hm. now that i look into the mirror, i realise i've got bangs ): side swept bangs. like one whole chunk, some dead flopping fish looking thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zeehee! i bring one bottle to nz for you la k, paint all you want :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-1828915125221856640?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/1828915125221856640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=1828915125221856640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1828915125221856640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1828915125221856640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/felicia-cant-believe-shes-got-bangs.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-2640980565003964340</id><published>2008-11-19T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:05:48.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoghurt Granola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered a really healthy and yummy snack! I refused to touch the tubs of B&amp;amp;Js in the freezer, and my mom was asking me to eat some yoghurt since we bought such an enormous tub of it. Usually i hate the taste of yoghurt, its a bit too gelate for me. Like sticking to your tongue and everything, i prefer ice cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT when i tasted the yoghurt that my mom and i bought, i suddenly thought of the box of granola bits i bought. Yknow the awesome crunchy bits you have in your Banana Nut Crunch cereal? Not the cereal parts, but the granola bits, which give the sweet banana flavour when you bite them apart! Anyway, i bought a huge carton of those, cause i love them so much. A carton of granola bits! loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I added spoonfuls of them to the yoghurt and voilaaaa~ yumyums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365121524574114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SSQZJ4kUp6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/w30G1ZO-DOU/s400/19-11-08_2140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks kinda icky, but trust me! its delicious! super addictive. and healthy too! (: I got the idea from turkey. had the same thing there but with honey and opium seeds. &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270368453422781714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SSQcL02wlRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZyO70MI7JHk/s400/DSCN3149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first i was really turned off by the yoghurt, but i was pleasantly surprised (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use F&amp;amp;N yoghurt. WHICH REMINDS ME OMG please do NOT buy F&amp;amp;N yoghurt! IT HAS TRANS FATS. I JUST REMEMBERED. the other day i bought yoghurt from the same brand in school and cherrie told me to check the nutrition label IT HAS TRANS FATS AND TRANS FATS CANT BE BURNT NO MATTER WHAT. its like ingesting cellulite, ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so use meiji and you'd be safe (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this yoghurt is yummy la, cant deny. oh mans, i just remembered. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365127375345698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SSQZKOXQWCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ua_aRQvj9z0/s400/19-11-08_2141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;those cheaters dare call it LOW FAT. sheeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365130092754226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SSQZKYfItTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/p9TXfG7pBEs/s400/19-11-08_2144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's what it looks like! (: go try it soon, its really yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: i've got &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; nails! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bright pink&lt;/span&gt;! too &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;! O.O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIVE MORE DAYS TO NZ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-2640980565003964340?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/2640980565003964340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=2640980565003964340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2640980565003964340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2640980565003964340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/yoghurt-granola.html' title='Yoghurt Granola'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SSQZJ4kUp6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/w30G1ZO-DOU/s72-c/19-11-08_2140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-3843641030249929334</id><published>2008-11-18T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:01:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SSLXgEePGrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5YphDb5e3Ow/s1600-h/5038_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270011459933248178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SSLXgEePGrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5YphDb5e3Ow/s400/5038_M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel inspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that surging feeling through my veins, urging me to get on my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel eager to prove myself, to show the world what I can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a need to dance my heart out, lose my breath and feel my chest pumping with adrenaline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel the power of dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3843641030249929334?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3843641030249929334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3843641030249929334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3843641030249929334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3843641030249929334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-inspired.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SSLXgEePGrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5YphDb5e3Ow/s72-c/5038_M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-2516000644238836950</id><published>2008-11-16T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:23:03.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling terrible ): physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for starters, dance yesterday was one of the toughest most gruelling ones i've had so far in RJ. I've never been so exhausted so far, and yes i still am. Laoshi just drilled us over and over again, and its not even near SYF. by the time dance was over, i was just flopping about like some dead fish, and this morning i couldn't drag myself out of bed, and it feels like a broke 2 ribs or something, my abs hurt like crazy. i feel so hopelessly lousy in dance, and i hope i find some confidence or i'd be even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotionally? well there are so many million factors. yknow one thing that flashes through my mind ever so often nowadays, is regret. i regret doing so many things this year, not only this year but my entire life of course. but if i would, i'd relive this year over again. it's the little things that i've done that make me cringe whenever i think of it, and its making me so upset, i don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had been more sensible, less crazy, and more thoughtful of my surroundings as well as my future. I should've spent more time on my work, dance, my friends, instead of my aimless way of living in the first half of the year. i could've been such a nicer person than i was in this past year to so many people. less bitching, more caring. now when i look back, i was such a critical bitch, i wonder how my friends could stand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm so thankful to my friends, each and everyone of you, who stood and still stand by me, for your patience and love. its amazing how you can stand me, when sometimes i cant even stand my own proud, ignorant, selfish, show-off, loud and irritating self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that would be one of my resolutions for this coming year 2009: be a nicer person and show more consideration and tact in my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-if you were gonna ask or wondering; no, this entry does not apply to you at all, and i hope you'd stop reading my blog and have anything to do with me from this day on-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-2516000644238836950?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/2516000644238836950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=2516000644238836950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2516000644238836950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2516000644238836950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/regret.html' title='Regret.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-3665042784572508992</id><published>2008-11-14T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:41:27.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR LAUGHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRzzPRxzBeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NjNnHLgWyR8/s1600-h/44i44k9.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268353107912492514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRzzPRxzBeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NjNnHLgWyR8/s400/44i44k9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;This, zeehee, is how retarded you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*WINKS*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3665042784572508992?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3665042784572508992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3665042784572508992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3665042784572508992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3665042784572508992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-for-laughs.html' title='JUST FOR LAUGHS'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRzzPRxzBeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NjNnHLgWyR8/s72-c/44i44k9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-3885589121107012830</id><published>2008-11-13T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:38:17.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRwCANkxZXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/47dl8RB9g90/s1600-h/6z8zo4-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268087866783786354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRwCANkxZXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/47dl8RB9g90/s400/6z8zo4-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What can I say? I miss your eyes; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What can a love song provide? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than a love song can give &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than a feeling like this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than a dim light upon the path you walk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than the words can explain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than the falling rain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than the sunshine upon your lovely face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's more than a love song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More than a Love Song&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Augustana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3885589121107012830?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3885589121107012830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3885589121107012830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3885589121107012830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3885589121107012830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-than-love-song.html' title='More than a Love Song'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRwCANkxZXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/47dl8RB9g90/s72-c/6z8zo4-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-892714829565380228</id><published>2008-11-12T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:25:12.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRqj9Gfp_yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BZGhqRnNEBg/s1600-h/red-apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267702984273952546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRqj9Gfp_yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BZGhqRnNEBg/s400/red-apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-892714829565380228?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/892714829565380228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=892714829565380228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/892714829565380228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/892714829565380228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are.html' title='You are the...'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRqj9Gfp_yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BZGhqRnNEBg/s72-c/red-apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-1342139005950120968</id><published>2008-11-09T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:51:31.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRbb5OllvhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1jdwGW8bfZY/s1600-h/33lglco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266638590471159314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRbb5OllvhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1jdwGW8bfZY/s400/33lglco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;I said that I wasn't gonna lose my head, but then "Pop", goes my heart.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I just hope that you are that little bit of twisted fate I have, that makes all this worthwhile,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Because I'm getting tired of second guessing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-1342139005950120968?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/1342139005950120968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=1342139005950120968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1342139005950120968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1342139005950120968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-said-that-i-wasnt-gonna-lose-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRbb5OllvhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1jdwGW8bfZY/s72-c/33lglco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-258428198152862164</id><published>2008-11-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:04:17.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I MET SOMEONE YESTERDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE'S THE MOST ADORABLE THING ALIVE I'M TELLING YOU with &lt;strong&gt;exceptions&lt;/strong&gt; of course ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT ANYWAY, YEA SHE'S SO CUTE SHE LAUGHS WHEN I MAKE SILLY FACES AT HER AND GIGGLES SWEETLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WITH THOSE CUTE BOOTS ON, SHE NEARLY CAUSED ME TO HAVE AN HEART ATTACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN THAT 1 MINUTE I INTERACTED WITH HER, I CAN TELL THAT STRONG AFFINITY BETWEEN THE TWO OF US. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I THINK I MIGHT TURN GAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEMME SHOW YOU THE WONDERFUL CREATURE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265557827827648306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRME8j_xxzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/spvq-NHOsX4/s400/05-11-08_1518-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TADAH! isn't she adorablezzzzzz. omg maternity instinct going strong!!! i shld put up WANTED notices for this little bundle of joy. i wanted to kidnap her but i don't wanna go to jail ): so yea, that was the end of our long term relationship. sobz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Felicia wishes she has more than 24 hours a day, to spend with all the people that she loves. 24 hours really ain't enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;cheryl&lt;/strong&gt;: sorry for delaying our funky date ): really really sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-258428198152862164?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/258428198152862164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=258428198152862164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/258428198152862164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/258428198152862164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanted.html' title='WANTED'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SRME8j_xxzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/spvq-NHOsX4/s72-c/05-11-08_1518-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-3642231243476449018</id><published>2008-11-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:06:04.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQ8ETYH2SgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r-0MGgdx9Rk/s1600-h/01-11-08_1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264431220358793730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQ8ETYH2SgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r-0MGgdx9Rk/s400/01-11-08_1557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;~ Bernard Meltzer&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank you for being mine. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3642231243476449018?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3642231243476449018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3642231243476449018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3642231243476449018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3642231243476449018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-friend-is-someone-who-thinks-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQ8ETYH2SgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r-0MGgdx9Rk/s72-c/01-11-08_1557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-5100560985374752872</id><published>2008-11-02T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:02:34.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my current mood is so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chamberofsecrets89.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/anger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://chamberofsecrets89.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/anger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;...you have no idea.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-5100560985374752872?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/5100560985374752872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=5100560985374752872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5100560985374752872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5100560985374752872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-current-mood-is-so.html' title='my current mood is so...'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-3103432983033981357</id><published>2008-11-01T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:56:20.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQxtSTk3P9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_d68sW9IJ6s/s1600-h/21-10-08_1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263702225749229522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQxtSTk3P9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_d68sW9IJ6s/s400/21-10-08_1602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;'Cause what would love be without wishful thinking...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3103432983033981357?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3103432983033981357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3103432983033981357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3103432983033981357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3103432983033981357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/11/cause-what-would-love-be-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQxtSTk3P9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_d68sW9IJ6s/s72-c/21-10-08_1602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-6290828627365095286</id><published>2008-10-31T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:03:17.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a happy happy entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEE-DOUBLE-YOU IS OVERRRRRRRR&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQsNHQBFRSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aFc6XQ561hM/s1600-h/31-10-08_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263315007722308898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQsNHQBFRSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aFc6XQ561hM/s400/31-10-08_2123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263315025229387330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQsNIRPGFkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hsu69VPbGSc/s400/31-10-08_1721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my crazy mom cooked sooo much today ): what you're looking at is mango and veggie salad, chicken chop, &lt;strong&gt;fried&lt;/strong&gt; dory fish, &lt;strong&gt;fried&lt;/strong&gt; eggs, homemade &lt;strong&gt;fries&lt;/strong&gt; (yums) and baked corn from cameron highlands which is the yummiest yummiest corn i've ever tasted, EVER. it's so sweet and juicy that, omgawds i'm hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT note how many "fried"s there are in the para ): FRIED = FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells, wadevz. its not everyday that a girl ends her #$%^&amp;amp;* Peedoubleyou journey eh (: i can now breathe freely again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to all the J2s out there taking their A's today/monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, my mom kinda freaked out about my shopping cause. heh, two days ago, my korean earrings arrived. yesterday, my booties arrived and scared the hell outta her when the guy handed her two shoeboxes covered in tape. she thought it was a bomb or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and TODAY my F21 spreed stuff just arrived! she's just like. HOW MUCH DID YOU SHOP, ARE YOU BUYING THINGS EVERYDAY, basically just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now she's convinced that yes, her daughter &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; a shopaholic. perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. this certainly doesn't bode well :X i just joined several new sprees, like asos and cherryculture. uh oh. i hope she doesnt confiscate my atm card or smth :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the bright side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: i love shopping. i think i'll do all my xmas shopping online. all my lucky lucky friends will have happy happy presents, and i'm going delidelirious so i better stopstop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the effect pw has on you... awww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-6290828627365095286?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/6290828627365095286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=6290828627365095286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6290828627365095286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6290828627365095286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-happy-entry.html' title='a happy happy entry.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQsNHQBFRSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aFc6XQ561hM/s72-c/31-10-08_2123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-351526125232509570</id><published>2008-10-30T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:47:57.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/21-10-08_1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 438px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/21-10-08_1608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;But no, I'll never be that privelaged.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-351526125232509570?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/351526125232509570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=351526125232509570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/351526125232509570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/351526125232509570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-no-ill-never-have-that-privelage.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-662211246364793704</id><published>2008-10-29T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:12:25.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of school 2008</title><content type='html'>i see tags! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl&lt;/strong&gt;: I COULDNT FIND ANY OTHER i'm sorry ): hahaha we can take lots of photos k! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kenneth&lt;/strong&gt;: and you read my blog too! haha! im sure! take the mrt like everyone else la :D besides, its not THAT far! and please, do not learn from guowei/jianying/daniel/junming and call me BLOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zhihe&lt;/strong&gt;: ke ai right! :D :D i am quite talented yoz. haha jiayou for what? its too late but you jiayou for your cheeneeese too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gw&lt;/strong&gt;: (zeehee this is an example of dragging the letter B (: ) hi guoweiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day of school today! haha it wasnt particularly exciting ): just more pw. and my class is, sigh, so boring. i see albums of photos uploaded by friends on facebook, depicting their last day of school, and my friends' autographed class photos. our last day of school was really quite dull.my day was rather blah too. pw pw pw, then met my mom to buy some stuff at TM! i finally bought my planner :D its adorableeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe its really the last day of my J1 year ): time really flies. i still think , or rather feel, that i just entered the school! i'm new! and now, i'm gonna be j2, and the j1s are gonna be coming in soon. urgh, i hate juniors ): its just a general dislike for all homosapiens younger than me, with very special exceptions. pffft. i'll really miss the j2s though ): haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are some pictures of the last few days of my school year as a J1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262567215330150882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQhlAAReyeI/AAAAAAAAADc/-grlS7VaTQ4/s400/22-10-08_1226-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a teacher, who's as tall as a three-lined paragraph! :D and thats kenneth btw ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262567222133652354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQhlAZnj-4I/AAAAAAAAADk/lgNmr9D0i48/s400/22-10-08_1224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those postmortem lectures (esp econs) were sooooo booooooriiiinggggggxxzzxx, you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565562439697074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQhjfyxsArI/AAAAAAAAAC0/w1gnCDgfzjY/s400/22-10-08_1223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of our rare times in LT1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one day during lit postmortem lecture, i received something via bluetooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262571761700855362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQhpIo0uXkI/AAAAAAAAADs/mKjXtzzpCpA/s400/blob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amagadz. while i must appreciate the ardent admiration for my (nick)name, i do express my dismay for the poor lecture table, and the people who are gonna be using it. no more random doodling, like what i like to do! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[WTF A HUGE FAT BEETLE JUST BOUNCED INTO THE ROOM RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME ONTO THE KEYBOARD. scared the- it just flew at me again. ok its out of the room now. i hate beetles, or any insects for that matter &gt;: ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262572657387510754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQhp8xhEG-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bANc7fYELHo/s400/guowei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the culprit! recieved that through bluetooth too :D during geog lecture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and presenting a member of my class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262573114554903282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQhqXYmQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-xNOD-9rUh0/s400/24-10-08_1148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: during our last pw lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm gonna evacuate cause the #$%^&amp;amp;*( beetle is back again. NO SCHOOL TOMORROW. PW ENDS IN 2 DAYS. REMEDIAL STARTS NEXT WEEK ): HOLIDAYS ARE HE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH THAT BEETLE IT KEEPS FLYING IN MY FACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-terminated-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-662211246364793704?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/662211246364793704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=662211246364793704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/662211246364793704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/662211246364793704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-of-school-2008.html' title='The last day of school 2008'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQhlAAReyeI/AAAAAAAAADc/-grlS7VaTQ4/s72-c/22-10-08_1226-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-4850872369787973188</id><published>2008-10-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:06:01.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so out of shape, i'm really a &lt;strong&gt;blob&lt;/strong&gt; now ): a &lt;strong&gt;blob&lt;/strong&gt; of fat. HAISH, after running today, i live up to all my nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELLY JELLY - my legs feel like jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELLY BELLY - i have a huuuuuge belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELLY BLOB - i'm really blobbish now. like blob of fat blob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love to shihui, for jiayou-ing me even when i was literally DYING in the last two rounds. so unfit, i cant stand it. and i forgot all about peedoubleyou and i'm so tired now ):&lt;br /&gt;haish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, a special dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262204663765026946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQcbQuceSII/AAAAAAAAACs/Q2Pk-7xcDKQ/s400/DSCF3134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're so much more cheery nowadays! (: &lt;strong&gt;HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-4850872369787973188?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/4850872369787973188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=4850872369787973188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4850872369787973188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4850872369787973188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-out-of-shape-im-really-blob-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQcbQuceSII/AAAAAAAAACs/Q2Pk-7xcDKQ/s72-c/DSCF3134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-234723171097962788</id><published>2008-10-27T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:12:12.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQWtoqyuXuI/AAAAAAAAACc/W1cc7xAE-yA/s1600-h/53yozn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261802653845708514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQWtoqyuXuI/AAAAAAAAACc/W1cc7xAE-yA/s400/53yozn6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my layout! :D isn't it adorablez. haha marche today with jing and zeehee was fun, and filling. i think marche is better than village (: but the rosti is better at the V (not the M!) but the desserts at the M was... mmmmmmm. yumminess. will get photos from jheeeng jheeng (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through lunch, zeehee mentioned that guowei thinks that my blog is deep. HI GUOWEI i didnt know you read my blog! i thought only &lt;strong&gt;cheryl woooooong&lt;/strong&gt; (:, &lt;strong&gt;shihui&lt;/strong&gt; (sometimes!), &lt;strong&gt;zeehee&lt;/strong&gt;(most frequent tagger!), &lt;strong&gt;jheeng&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;yona&lt;/strong&gt;(who never tags) read my blog! haha so come to think of it, there are a lot of silent readers out there. and who knows! some unwanted, and some very welcomed (: but i dont think my blog is very deep. haha as zeehee says, it says EVERYTHING (well almost everything) that i wanna say, that i probably should say, but i really don't dare to say, and we're running in circles here so i better stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the benefit of jheeng and zeehee, here's the more detailed... analysis of whats mentioned this afternoon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For (F): You and the ______ are probably the two most sensitive signs. Although you can comprehend one another you can also play emotional games and hurt each other. This connection can work if you communicate openly and honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For _____: You belong together. You are both sensitive, weepy and love to dwell in self-pity. This is a great match, certainly lasting, however sometimes negative and moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together they can make their dreams a reality. Both are emotional and sensitive to each others needs. A harmonious match. An affectionate, sensitive couple. The two can make their dreams a reality. ____ must take the lead but ____ will willingly follow. A wonderful match. (F) devotes itself exclusively to insecure _____, and , in turn, _____ idolized (F). A very compatible pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they are both very emotional they have a great understanding of each other’s needs which they will revel in, as a lot of people can’t seem to get their heads around this pair’s emotional roller-coaster ride! There is also no shortage of affection between these two also and they care for one another greatly. This is definitely a match made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ____ is a dreamer and the (F) is too but is also hard working, bringing these two traits together will ensure that this couple do not just talk about their dreams they actually turn them into reality also. (F) is very protective and this is exactly what the _____ needs. One trouble this otherwise wonderful couple may come across though is that (F)  may want to get into the _____ head, and find out what really goes on in there. This will only cause the _____ to retreat into his/her mind even further. The solution is to just accept each other the way you both are, after all that is what attracted you in the first place right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as long as they don’t stop doing things together, this relationship could well endure the tests of time. It is wise to really understand each other as both can go through bouts of depression and even self pity. Having to put up with each other may become too much, but feel in the long run it will be worth it. A wonderful, long lasting connection is assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, the things i do when i'm bored. please don't take this seriously (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-234723171097962788?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/234723171097962788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=234723171097962788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/234723171097962788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/234723171097962788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-changed-my-layout-d-isnt-it-adorablez.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQWtoqyuXuI/AAAAAAAAACc/W1cc7xAE-yA/s72-c/53yozn6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-5159319329934331499</id><published>2008-10-26T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:15:30.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQRsOQUMHsI/AAAAAAAAACM/WJiC7D13Zpw/s1600-h/26-10-08_1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261449256829198018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQRsOQUMHsI/AAAAAAAAACM/WJiC7D13Zpw/s400/26-10-08_1902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats the point of learning something when you simply have no talent for it? ): piano today was a disaster, i nearly broke down and scared my teacher to bits. i'm so annoyed at myself. i know what its supposed to sound like, i know what i should play, but i just cant play and portray it through my fingers. it's the same thing with dance. sometimes i feel like im losing it entirely, my brain would just switch off and i can't remember a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;through out this whole week, my brain has slid in and out of focus, many times. like i'd suddenly feel dizzy and lose track of all my thoughts. and this week has been terrible D: i got so annoyed at so many things, and i had to tell myself to cool down several times to prevent myself from screaming at some people. i dunno whats wrong with me ): things just keep slipping through my fingers, like water, something that i can't grasp at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;maybe it's has just been a bad week. maybe things will turn out better. i've never felt this emo for a long long time. haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-5159319329934331499?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/5159319329934331499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=5159319329934331499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5159319329934331499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5159319329934331499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-point-of-learning-something-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQRsOQUMHsI/AAAAAAAAACM/WJiC7D13Zpw/s72-c/26-10-08_1902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-7034992918000848718</id><published>2008-10-25T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:51:09.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQK6fc1_g1I/AAAAAAAAACE/XAGqxubJQ_w/s1600-h/17-10-08_1716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260972364203524946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQK6fc1_g1I/AAAAAAAAACE/XAGqxubJQ_w/s400/17-10-08_1716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-7034992918000848718?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/7034992918000848718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=7034992918000848718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7034992918000848718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7034992918000848718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-get-it-right-since-i-met-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQK6fc1_g1I/AAAAAAAAACE/XAGqxubJQ_w/s72-c/17-10-08_1716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-5665593375987928483</id><published>2008-10-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:58:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQCCwhSJDxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/d7KUW3wKyiA/s1600-h/2vjydko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260348134848532242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQCCwhSJDxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/d7KUW3wKyiA/s400/2vjydko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Haiz. Felicia is frustrated.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-5665593375987928483?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/5665593375987928483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=5665593375987928483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5665593375987928483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5665593375987928483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SQCCwhSJDxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/d7KUW3wKyiA/s72-c/2vjydko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-4359907506245341453</id><published>2008-10-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:42:57.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SP8tsxg8yHI/AAAAAAAAABs/w2ZB8SS3BU4/s1600-h/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259973137021061234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SP8tsxg8yHI/AAAAAAAAABs/w2ZB8SS3BU4/s400/L.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt; is for the way you look at me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-4359907506245341453?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/4359907506245341453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=4359907506245341453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4359907506245341453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4359907506245341453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/l-is-for-way-you-look-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SP8tsxg8yHI/AAAAAAAAABs/w2ZB8SS3BU4/s72-c/L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-1254621438444807352</id><published>2008-10-20T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:59:42.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPxhFjrC3ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Py4Vo8B7Ks0/s1600-h/DSCN4970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259185212964920722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 447px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="343" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPxhFjrC3ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Py4Vo8B7Ks0/s400/DSCN4970.jpg" width="466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't that gorgeous? (: i took that picture in koh samui last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;results back today... not good. But i guess, there's nothing else to say or do about it, but to work hard for next year! it'd be a killer year, i can foresee blood, sweat, tears and eyebags. my schedule next year would be as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt;: Open House performance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;: Take Five performance, Piano Exam, Preparation for CT1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt;: CT1, Preparation for SYF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt;: SYF, Preparation for Dance Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt;: Dance Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt;: Preparation for CT2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;: CT2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August onwards&lt;/strong&gt;: Dead mugging for Prelims and A levels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;: Liberation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all those whose promos did not meet their expectations, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all those whose promos exceeded expectations, kudos... and goodbye.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;one more week left to school! i don't know whether to laugh or cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-1254621438444807352?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/1254621438444807352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=1254621438444807352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1254621438444807352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1254621438444807352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/isnt-that-gorgeous-i-took-that-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPxhFjrC3ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Py4Vo8B7Ks0/s72-c/DSCN4970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-6453223549809062082</id><published>2008-10-19T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:49:25.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The house is too quiet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPsrPK9aF7I/AAAAAAAAABU/t550MoS9bLg/s1600-h/Heart+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258844529525135282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPsrPK9aF7I/AAAAAAAAABU/t550MoS9bLg/s400/Heart+wall.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;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;There's a time for every soul to fly&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's in the eyes of every child&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's the heart that loves and saves the world&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;And we should never let it go &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-6453223549809062082?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/6453223549809062082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=6453223549809062082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6453223549809062082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6453223549809062082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-time-for-every-soul-to-fly-its.html' title='The house is too quiet.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPsrPK9aF7I/AAAAAAAAABU/t550MoS9bLg/s72-c/Heart+wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-663470915237845157</id><published>2008-10-19T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T13:37:34.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dim Sum Day, 030608 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;(6 divided by 3 is 2. 6+2 is 8)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPrGpQE0Q5I/AAAAAAAAABM/Y3iqCQa9vF0/s1600-h/03-06-08_1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258733926900581266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPrGpQE0Q5I/AAAAAAAAABM/Y3iqCQa9vF0/s400/03-06-08_1937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Feather Fighters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Get well soon, my friend.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPrEm8XsevI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pr1fJeEQM-o/s1600-h/17-10-08_1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-663470915237845157?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/663470915237845157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=663470915237845157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/663470915237845157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/663470915237845157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/dim-sum-day-030608-6-divided-by-3-is-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPrGpQE0Q5I/AAAAAAAAABM/Y3iqCQa9vF0/s72-c/03-06-08_1937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-589180643680328699</id><published>2008-10-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:21:29.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPicYNrbzYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nHL2ejtAdEM/s1600-h/4p2fij8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258124504757685634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPicYNrbzYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nHL2ejtAdEM/s400/4p2fij8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could capture the scent of freshly baked bread in a bottle to sniff it everytime I start to think about you.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could pluck up the courage to look you in the eye, and smile, just for once.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could stop staring at your profile, and let my imagination run wild.&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;And out of all my wishes, I wish you would do something about it.&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/5294104762766454919-589180643680328699?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/589180643680328699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=589180643680328699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/589180643680328699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/589180643680328699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wish.html' title='i wish.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SPicYNrbzYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nHL2ejtAdEM/s72-c/4p2fij8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-3774811908931257424</id><published>2008-10-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:50:37.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/2a3spf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/2a3spf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou could be my unintended &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choice to live my life extended &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could be the one I'll always love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You could be the one I'll always love&lt;/em&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All i've seen are intentions, that always seem to point in different directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've not given up hope yet.&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/5294104762766454919-3774811908931257424?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3774811908931257424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3774811908931257424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3774811908931257424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3774811908931257424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-could-be-my-unintended-choice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/th_2a3spf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-5547009431368040605</id><published>2008-10-14T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:03:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love photo-editing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photos of Dancers' Flamenco Night Out&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/Groupflamenco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/Groupflamenco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At New York New York! first time there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/shuangweishihuime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/shuangweishihuime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free Candy Floss!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/shihuime3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With Shihui, on the way there from Vivo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/n657026216_1943133_2462.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;If you look carefully, we're all stepping on the word: dance (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5294104762766454919-5547009431368040605?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/5547009431368040605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=5547009431368040605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5547009431368040605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5547009431368040605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-photo-editing.html' title='i love photo-editing'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/th_Groupflamenco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-2821179108590303905</id><published>2008-10-13T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:08:44.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 2 weeks left to school:</title><content type='html'>PW group just properly started on OP today. somehow nerves are starting to kick in :\ HAISH. tomorrow is going to be a tough day, with civics (big trouble) and a 5 period block. those lessons are seriously quite redundant (and boring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i saw the 3B gang on tv today! haha the newstation filmed them on their way to school for the story on RI and RJ merging. we're going to be known as RIJC. that is quite dumb, isnt it. sheesh. and why raffles institution junior college? why not raffles international junior college? that'd sound better right? and good for the rgs girls that rgs is not merging, cause they'd be then known as RIGS, which would sound rather bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, dancers went to watch flamenco yesterday. as eileen says, its the first time ever that i felt so bored during a dance concert. perhaps it was my lack of ability to appreciate it to its fullest, but flamenco is a dance with very limited steps. thus, the entire concert was just the same steps over and over again to similar music. for the first half an hour, that was relatively entertaining, but as the show went on, i really couldn't stand it ;_; then at the end, when they finally bowed, they stood in a semicircle and did solos &lt;em&gt;one by one&lt;/em&gt;. how painful is that?!?!?! it ended at 11pm, and by the time i got home it was near 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took hell lot of photos and had a lot of fun though (: camwhored at newyork newyork. the staff there's really nice! haha and we were so troublesome. but we were glamorous too! and i think thats how we got away with it. haha i love the dancers &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll upload some photos later. bro's chasing me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-2821179108590303905?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/2821179108590303905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=2821179108590303905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2821179108590303905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2821179108590303905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-2-weeks-left-to-school.html' title='Last 2 weeks left to school:'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-7776401793499426407</id><published>2008-10-11T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:53:21.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a much lighter note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia says&lt;/strong&gt;: anywayssssssssss.. lets hang out soooooooon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jing says&lt;/strong&gt;: yessssss OKAY HEHE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia says&lt;/strong&gt;: BIG REPLY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jing says&lt;/strong&gt;: YEAAAAA OF COURSEEEEEE HAHAHAHA XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia s&lt;/strong&gt;ays: BIG HUG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jing says&lt;/strong&gt;: i cant wait for holidays to come .__.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia says&lt;/strong&gt;: haha me too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jing says&lt;/strong&gt;: HUGGGS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jing says&lt;/strong&gt;: HUGGIES! HAHAHAA diapers! XDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia says&lt;/strong&gt;: :D I DONT NEED ONE, DO YOU?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jing says&lt;/strong&gt;: NO I DONT NEEEEED&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(at the same time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia says&lt;/strong&gt;: ZEEHEE NEEDS ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jing says&lt;/strong&gt;: ZEEHEE NEEDS HAHAHAHAHAHA HE'S A BABY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia says&lt;/strong&gt;: OMG HAHAHAHAHHAA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jing says&lt;/strong&gt;: OMG HIGH FIVE! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia says&lt;/strong&gt;: THIS IS DAMN FUNNY im posting it on my blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jing says&lt;/strong&gt;: i think he'll kill us if he saw this XDDDDDDDD OKAY! HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia says&lt;/strong&gt;: :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jing says&lt;/strong&gt;: nvm two against one! WE WINZ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;yes we winz indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes cheryl, i'm back to that stage ):&lt;br /&gt;thanks friends. much much love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-7776401793499426407?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/7776401793499426407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=7776401793499426407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7776401793499426407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7776401793499426407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-much-lighter-note.html' title='On a much lighter note...'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-1873037941574533442</id><published>2008-10-08T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:50:07.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi friends! (: sorry for not updating for such a long time.. i've been busy lazing around after the promos. what an awesome feeling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been rather bleak after the promos... i've been drawing up plans on what i'm gonna do and buy (shopping!!!) and i've totally thrown pw out of my mind. school is mundane (we are actually starting j2 stuff how crazy is that??) and within the first three days ive gotten into trouble again ): HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here are a few pictures of my recent date with shihui! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/06-10-08_1347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/06-10-08_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/06-10-08_1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At our new favourite store: Muji!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/06-10-08_1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/06-10-08_1424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;artsy shot of her in the cinema! we were so silly, we walked into an M18 movie (vicky christina barcelona) just like that WITHOUT INTENDING TO. but it was so boring, i even applied lip balm in the middle of the show. my kenny rogers corn muffin was more interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/06-10-08_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/06-10-08_1645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for BFF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/trio-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/trio-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left to right: COMMERCIAL, CATALOG, COUTURE. inspiration from ANTM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mamma mia, here I go again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my, how can I resist you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mamma mia, does it show again? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my, just how much Ive missed you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, Ive been brokenhearted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My my, I could never let you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Haiz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All i need now is a guidebook to your actions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-1873037941574533442?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/1873037941574533442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=1873037941574533442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1873037941574533442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1873037941574533442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-friends-sorry-for-not-updating-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/th_06-10-08_1347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-1475149963755351178</id><published>2008-09-29T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:00:42.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRctSpcYdzo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251458209591317698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SODtaw9_1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-D7z3i2r0-0/s320/007_Lacey_Neil_Contemp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To actually then take away all technique, and ask you to dance as if no one was watching. That is the magic of that routine... you forgot about technique and you just danced."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have nothing to say; my tears said it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-1475149963755351178?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/1475149963755351178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=1475149963755351178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1475149963755351178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1475149963755351178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-actually-then-take-away-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SODtaw9_1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-D7z3i2r0-0/s72-c/007_Lacey_Neil_Contemp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-7111321924921272374</id><published>2008-09-28T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:25:29.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;The BFG was very excited. He held the jar close to one ear and listened intently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It's a winksquiffler!' He whispered with a thrill in his voice. 'It's... it's... it's... it's even better. It's a phizzwizard! It's a golden phizzwizard!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sophie stared at him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Oh my, oh my!' he said, holding the jar in front of him. 'This will be giving some little tottler a very happy night when I is blowing it in! It's a phizzwizard! It is not often I is getting one of these!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again, he stood up tall in the mist, holding his net at the ready. Then came the long silence, the waiting, the listening and at last, with surprising suddenness came the leap and the swish of the net.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Another jar!' he cried. 'Quick quick quick! Oh no! Oh mince my maggots! Oh swipe my swoggles! It's a trogglehumper!' He shouted, his voice filled with fury and anguish. 'Oh save our solos! Deliver us from weasels! The devil is dancing on my dibbler!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta love Roald Dahl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39641000/jpg/_39641919_bfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing much at home nowadays, just using the com and helping my parents out at the stall. yes i know i should be studying donne, but honestly who cares. haha! i cant wait for promos to really be over! i've so much to do, i've even drawn up a list of to-dos, which i think i wont even finish over the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when i was fixing breakfast on my own during those days my parents weren't in singapore, i discovered a new delicious way to create the famous chocolate peanut buttercup Reese is famous for that we all love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a really disgusting sandwich with peanut butter and my mom's homemade chocolate and banana jam, and yumyumyumyumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/reese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/reese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks disgusting eh? but i tell you its yumminess to the max. you taste the sweet gooey chocolate first, then the stickiness of the peanutbutter. and the bread (as you can see) is homemade! its strawberry bread (: so its exuding a faint strawberry fragrance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be stingy on the spread, so when you bite it, it oozes out on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be crazy to eat something like that when im supposed to be dieting, but did you know, that dieters should eat peanut butter? (: crazy as it sounds, but i forgot the logic behind it. the chocolate banana spread is homemade, with no extra sugar, just bananas and dark chocolate (: so its healthy too! that plus the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as sinful as it looks, its healthy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding. haha, ok i'm going to go make a new layout for my blog. its boring. plus its not even summer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-7111321924921272374?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/7111321924921272374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=7111321924921272374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7111321924921272374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7111321924921272374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/09/bfg-was-very-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/th_reese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-6454279821610027650</id><published>2008-09-25T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:01:27.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY!!!</title><content type='html'>THE PROMOS ARE &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-90%-&lt;/span&gt; OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have donne left (: ONE MISERABLE 2 HOUR PAPER ON MONDAY not tomorrow, not today but MONDAY -.-  but whatever, promos are still ending!!! its not like im not going to be extremely terribly slack over the weekend because there is only ONE MISERABLE 2 HOUR PAPER! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. i dont really have time now to post a proper post, but i'll do it tomorrow (BECAUSE I DONT HAVE SCHOOL). i'm going to go play scratch&amp;amp;win, word challenge(break the stupid record), bake, go running, cook something, try recipes, watch antm, watch sytycd, watch sarah conner chronicles, etc etc etc etc etc, you name it! BWAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'll study lit (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates on my EXTREMELY stressful and sleepless week tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love to you guys, and good luck to the physics students and the j2s (: one more year, friends. and its freedommzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-6454279821610027650?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/6454279821610027650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=6454279821610027650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6454279821610027650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6454279821610027650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy.html' title='CRAZY!!!'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-7947512949515740126</id><published>2008-09-17T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:54:09.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1215-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1215-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-08-08_1836-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-08-08_1836-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denise: "AND THEN YOU DIE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1223.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehehe some fridge magnet that cracks me up all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-zooming out-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1222-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1222-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss my mom ): and her culinary skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time to turn that smile, upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1216-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1216-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because promos are FAR from over ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1241.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or rather, thats how it seems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/17-09-08_1240.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/n662101934_900363_25371.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay you guys are all invited to my party (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venue: outside the exam hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time: right after your last paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAIZZZZZZ. that is more than one week away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;REALITY CHECK. back to earth and work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(as you can see i went a little crazy with the photobucket stuff :D SO FUN!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before i forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERRIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; (belated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/n662101934_900363_25371.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-7947512949515740126?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/7947512949515740126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=7947512949515740126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7947512949515740126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7947512949515740126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/09/denise-and-then-you-die-hehehe-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/th_17-09-08_1215-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-4664141612832805792</id><published>2008-09-14T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:28:11.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Excuses of a parentsick dieting hysterica&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; teen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"my parents just left for the airport to go to phuket for a getaway holiday. they've been working so hard that i feel terrible watching them work day and night. good thing they have this getaway holiday. but i'll miss them dreadfully ): sure wish i could go with them, but decided against it for the sake of my promos. it'd be the first time i'll be away from them both. i sure hope they'd come back safe and sound. can't wait for thursday already. bah..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"this calls for some b&amp;amp;j's."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/14-09-08_1620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/14-09-08_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/14-09-08_1624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/14-09-08_1625-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/14-09-08_1625-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/14-09-08_1623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/14-09-08_1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/14-09-08_1622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-4664141612832805792?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/4664141612832805792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=4664141612832805792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4664141612832805792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4664141612832805792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-parents-just-left-for-airport-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/th_14-09-08_1620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-9029117318882615577</id><published>2008-09-11T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:48:40.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE NEW PHOTOBUCKET IS SO COOL. its like, photoshop all in one, online and free!!! :D haha goodness. i was looking through my old photos and lj entries and i realised that i prefer my old style of blogging more. blog with pictures! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is why i need a NEW CAMERA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevermind. why am i bothering about this now? i want to switch back to using livejournal but i like bob-bing lehx. and i shouldnt even be thinking about this now BECAUSE MY PROMOS ARE IN LESS THAN 2 WEEKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRAAAAAAAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-burningout-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-9029117318882615577?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/9029117318882615577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=9029117318882615577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/9029117318882615577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/9029117318882615577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-photobucket-is-so-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-4107788763945335702</id><published>2008-09-01T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:19:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heaven"</title><content type='html'>Have you ever imagined what heaven would be like? I tried to today. Aside from seeing the tall misty black iron wrought gates, perched upon clouds, i see a long line of people queuing to enter that utopia promised to them. And then i thought, maybe they should have a holding room. For those awaiting their time in heaven. Maybe a little video room, for them to pop in videos of their lives and reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my imagination, i saw long corridors, rooms lined on the sides, doors saying "Hilarious", "Angry", "Frustrated", "Sad" and so on. I saw myself dragging a friend, so she can share my fond memories, show them just how funny those moments were, how much they meant to me. But then again, do they have friends in heaven? Then i thought of showing someone, anyone, those times when things got so frustrating, how people can become so insolent and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i held myself back and thought: whats the point of holding on to these moments when they trouble you, play with your mind and piss you off like hell? When i step into heaven, if i ever get there, i want to leave everything unhappy behind and enter heaven with only beautiful memories in hand and blessings for the people after me, that they can do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Felicia, it is high time you let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-4107788763945335702?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/4107788763945335702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=4107788763945335702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4107788763945335702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4107788763945335702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/09/heaven.html' title='&quot;Heaven&quot;'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-1386661027243277449</id><published>2008-09-01T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:26:30.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! (not that there's anything holiday about this... holiday. more like a self-study-and-maybe-catch-up-with-your-sleep-week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: hope your mugging is coming along fine!!! see you real soon yea (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value your friendships: 85%&lt;br /&gt;You love your friends very much - so much so that it's actually quite a worry. You may not be able to cope very well when you do lose somebody's friendship. You are a very sensitive and fragile person, and are therefore likely to get upset easily. You care for your friends and are willing to do anything that they ask you to do. Sometimes this can make your friends think that you are a bit of a nuisance. Nevertheless, people do really love you because your highest priority is your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jing: -refer to the above text- glad you liked it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda hooked on personality tests and so you think you can dance videos when i'm supposed to be studying. pah. anyway! the thing about these personality tests is kinda true. hahahaha some are scarily true! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the analysis:You love a good life. You live extravagantly and like everything around you to be beautifully crafted. You are optimistic, have an excellent sense of humor and enjoy having your friends around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the next test was asking what i'd choose to rain from the sky: pink snow, red rose petals, candies and chocolates, cash and rain. i chose PINK SNOW! :D cause singapore doesnt have snow and pink snow would be oh-so-pretty. and the result is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like most other ladies who dream of a memorable wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are easy going and carefree.&lt;br /&gt;How ambitious you are depends on the height that you answered, which is: top.&lt;br /&gt;You try to please everyone, the size of this personality as seen by others is very big.&lt;br /&gt;Glass means fragile personality.&lt;br /&gt;You are also down-to-earth.&lt;br /&gt;You are an opportunist.&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is the one you need when you are in trouble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! enough of personality tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone is fixed!!! :D i had it fixed on friday, brought it all the way to cathay to fix it after going to comex and before tuition. thanks to jing for accompanying me (: haha we sat at starbucks and chatted while i blew my money on mango and passionfruit slushie, just because i was thirsty at that moment -.- went for tuition with denise, but i was really really sleepy cause i slept at 1 the day before to write notes, and i was running about for the entire day. even early in the morning i could barely concentrate already, cause zeehee didnt understand a word i was saying, due to the incoherence of my thoughts. -yawn- nearly didnt survive tuition. reached home at 11 and fell instantly asleep (after showering of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cathay the next day again to collect my phone! met up with cass (: i left my house at 2+ to take 518 to town, BUT the stupid bus took a good halfanhour to come, and then crawled at a snail's pace to town. and lo behold when i reached dhoby, it was pouring like nobody's business. and i had to walk in the rain all the way to cathay when there were unchivalrous men who walk past me along the way, not even offering to lend me some shelter. pfffffffffffffffffft. literally froze at cathay, but i finally got my phone back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a cinammon roll at starbucks, and studied a little. mainly caught up with each others' lives. ate at billy bombers :D i like their mushroom soup. would have eaten more if i didnt blow so much on the stupid slushie and teachers' day presents. we wanted to get some cheap dessert at macs at ps, but were deterred by the body shop sale !!!! :D hahaha yay shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my family at little india for dimsum after that! ^^ good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not even going to talk about my sunday. completely fruit-&lt;strong&gt;less&lt;/strong&gt;. choy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was qingyu's birthday!!! :D happy seventeenth! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm going to finish watching one more ep of sytycd and its &lt;strong&gt;OFF TO WORK&lt;/strong&gt;. -fingers crossed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-1386661027243277449?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/1386661027243277449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=1386661027243277449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1386661027243277449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1386661027243277449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-holidays-not-that-theres-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-4164363304926692997</id><published>2008-08-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:59:51.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Your view on yourself: Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for: You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship: You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love: You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education: You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you: You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success: You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of: You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self: You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was reading through my old LJ and looking at old photos of myself last year. I WAS THINner. haha omg i'm so fat now. the same shirt that i wore, which was a perfect fit, is now tight. can't stand it! so fat. my koh samui pictures especially, i was not thin thin, but a nice shape. i've to go on a diet! and i ate so much today! so much fatsss. &gt;&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but anyway, i was reading through old comments and posts (: i used to be such a more interesting blogger. should revamp my style. haha and add more photos! but the thing about blogger is how difficult it is to add photos la. LJ easier. maybe i should switch back. haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ask me if you want my old LJ url!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i should not even be here. oh god whatever. i'm not gonna take medicine either. build up my immunity system, as eunice used to say all the time (: i miss some of them. hope i'll see them this friday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-4164363304926692997?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/4164363304926692997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=4164363304926692997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4164363304926692997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4164363304926692997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-view-on-yourself-other-people-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-3408009228273045546</id><published>2008-08-27T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:46:57.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>hello friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially down with flu! i've not had that for ages, whats wrong with my body, its getting weaker and weaker ): felt feverish in the library today, but i figured it was due to the overdosage of integration &lt;---- hatessss. haha studied with zhihe, jinghan and shihui (: studying with friends seem to lighten the burden of the act itself. at least we have laughs to release some stress! haha had a good laugh today about... many things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance: i was showing zeehee how he could use his eraser easier by cutting the paper wrapping shorter! and he (can't rmb what he said) teased me about something regarding my intelligence, and i snapped the scissors i had in my hand, threatening him:"i armed with a scissors yknow!" and happily snipped a few strands of my hair that was dangling just over the scissors. absolutely brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was going to show him the comics section, and thought he was behind me all the time when he suddenly popped out in front of me. i jumped, and while laughing, i walked into the metal chair that you can stand on to get your books on higher shelves, making a loud embarrassing noise. took us about 2 minutes to stop laughing! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the trip home today, i finally came to a conclusion. there's no use harping on something thats not going to happen. i'm going to try and put anything, everything (or nothing) behind me and move on with my life. there's so many things i can do with my time, if i just take my mind off things. such as spending more time with my friends, whom i really really treasure. they are one main reason why i love RJ so much, why i enjoy school and why i will never ever regret or forget my days in RJ. it's amazing, the people i can relate to, talk to, count on when i need them, have fun with, and be myself around. i sure hope the friendships that i make in RJ would last me a lifetime, because frankly, i could live off these people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shihui came over to give me a hug after econs lecture. she climbed flights of stairs up, just to give me a hug! and she told me that she's been wanting to give me one since three days ago. the words of concern that come from zhihe, jinghan and shuangwei when i cough/sneeze/whine really do make me feel better. shuang will give me her massages that clear the worst of headaches, zhihe will cheer me up by being retarded or himself, and jing will give me a power hug! denise yona and lihua are always there to hear me rant, listen to my story the umpteenth time, laugh at silly things that aren't even funny, and simply be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for that silver lining in this dark ominous cloud, that i created . i think i've found it, and it has always been there. (: thanks, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3408009228273045546?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3408009228273045546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3408009228273045546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3408009228273045546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3408009228273045546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-3394318920299350328</id><published>2008-08-26T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:25:54.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cheryl: HAIZ &lt;-- that is something that has been coming out of my mouth really often these days, and its driving my friends crazy. seems like we're quite telepathic! :D I WILL TRY and i really wish promos were over ): then we can go out, and go crazy! and have fun, oh man. i wish promos were over ): as well as stinking pw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhihe: ZEEHEE -------! haha thanks (: yesyes talk to you in school tmrw! i will. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(its not that easy to control what my mind wants to think yknow!)&lt;/span&gt; haha but i'll try. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA TAN has a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA TAN has a flu and a headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA TAN has an EOM due tomorrow which she has yet edited since two weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA TAN has a math assignment due which she has no idea how to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA TAN has a huge load of newspaper articles to cut, but she has yet found time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA TAN has a homework/revision schedule she has failed to follow, and is lagging by a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA TAN has thrown everything to the wind, and it blew it right back in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA TAN has to go off blogger now before she combusts right in front of the computer out of sheer embarressment and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA TAN has a lot! do you wanna share some of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terminated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3394318920299350328?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3394318920299350328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3394318920299350328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3394318920299350328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3394318920299350328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/cheryl-haiz-that-is-something-that-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-1517683224779798021</id><published>2008-08-23T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:24:12.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;寄没有地址的信 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这样的情绪有种距离 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你放着谁的歌曲 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;是怎样的心情 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;能不能说给我听&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;雨下得好安静 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;是不是你偷偷在哭泣 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;幸福真的不容易 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;在你的背景有我爱你&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我多么想每一次的美丽 是因为你 幸福它真的不容易&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hello friends, it's saturday early afternoon and we're looking at heavy downpours in the east of singapore! how lovely, its nice and cooling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've yet done any work, due to word challenge and randomly surfing the internet. i really can't study at home, this ain't good at all ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i woke up this morning, i was totally energy-less. i just felt like lazing in bed all day long, because my limbs were so weak and my head was spinning. probably cause i just had another dream, like that of the one i had a few days ago. HAIS. i really wish i could read minds ): and dreams. and signs. as long as i can find out what everything actually means. to you, to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have been studying in school for the past few days till rather late. probably explains the energy drain, plus i had econs tuition from 6 - 9 yesterday. gah. &lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omgggggggggg i just checked the old navy website. SO PISSED. everything EVERYTHING I ORDERED is OUT OF STOCK!!! my french terry shorts plus the hoodie. the only sizes left are L, XL or XS. I'M SO PISSSSSSSSSSSSED i'm almost hyperventilating now. and i was so looking forward to getting my clothes. AND I TROOPED DOWN TO THE STUPID ATM TO TRANSFER MONEY JUST TO GET THOSE STUFF. omfg can you just imagine how incredibly pissed i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;things are so not looking good. i cannot understand integration at all, &lt;strong&gt;i hate integration!!!&lt;/strong&gt; there is stupid PW, &lt;strong&gt;stupid stupid pw&lt;/strong&gt;, when i run out of vocabulary for WR and my EOM which is due monday. i'm &lt;strong&gt;not advancing on my revision for promos&lt;/strong&gt; and the days just slip by, dates growing closer to the exam dates. and there's &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;you you you you you&lt;/strong&gt;, why are you so annoying!!! why can't you just. ARGH. can you stop messing with my mind and do something??? &lt;strong&gt;do something?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;messed out. bummed out. whatever you say. thats what i am right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;terminated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-1517683224779798021?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/1517683224779798021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=1517683224779798021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1517683224779798021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1517683224779798021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-friends-its-saturday-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-3646657374130129917</id><published>2008-08-19T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:05:49.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some people want it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't want nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it ain't you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I ain't got you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people want diamond rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some just want everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everything means nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I ain't got you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               &lt;em&gt; if i ain't got you&lt;/em&gt;_Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite songs ever. Am getting the piano score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied in school for about an hour. the school library is really really conducive (: i managed to finish a worksheet in the short time i spent there. effective! am going there for the rest of the weeks left to promos, and hopefully some of that studying will pay off and i will be able to scrap passes for my subs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math test today was an absolute disaster ): i'm so pissed with my own incapability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things due this week: written report, integration assignment, lit (renaissance essay), geog tys question, eom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should try staying back long in the library. maybe that'd work. better than USING THE DAMN COMPUTER AND BLOGGER AT HOME. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3646657374130129917?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3646657374130129917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3646657374130129917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3646657374130129917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3646657374130129917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-people-want-it-all-but-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-6779797431337024723</id><published>2008-08-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:47:21.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice-ties in life (:</title><content type='html'>after about 1 and a half weeks? from posting, i'm finally back on my blog (: its been a hectic two weeks, emotionally and physically. everytime i want to post something, i think about the many many things i have to talk about and i get too lazy to write anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sidetrack: i'm listening to jay chou's concert cd (: he is one of the only few singers who can conjure songs that raise goosebumps on my skin almost every other time. ahh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even going to bother about summarising the past few weeks into paras. it has been a dreary period of my life, with almost nothing to be happy about. BUT that is if you are being an awful pessimist like me! if you have some inner sunshine in you, you would see the silver lining in almost every damn raincloud that comes along during celebrations and that frown would turn upside down into a :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, i'm being sickeningly cheerful. but seriously, here are the things that i am really thankful for in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends, round or small, fat or tall! seriously, nothing beats the wonder of having friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being able to chat with shihui for hours and hours, without getting sick of each other or running out of things to talk about, jinxing each other and reading each other's minds, before dozing off at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having dancers who trust you and place their lives (and hemstrings) in your hands and allow you to push and stretch their bodies to the extreme, training late into the night together while having PW at home as well as a huge pile of work, sweat, blood, tears, and finally a glamorous performance put up, together, not only as a team, but as a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing wii with shuangwei and zhihe at the hodge lodge, meeting after school like a bunch of addicts to play mario gokart (and failing badly at it) and play uno instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go for dimsum in little india of all places with the dimsum gang and fill ourselves with good food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking with jing on the phone for hours until late into the night until my dad comes bashing down my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the library intending to study but end up laughing and talking about many other things instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing at the most nonsense things in the world with a group of crazy classmates who will never judge you, will always be there for you when you're down and offer a laugh/vanilla muffin/hug when you need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear online shopping the best thing ever. i just shopped online for david and goliath stationery as well as old navy clothes. ITS SO ADDICTIVE. everytime i go online i'm tempted to buy something. and it takes my mind off things (: i sound like an addict. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother also just came back from taiwan and bought me lots of stuff! mainly food -.- as well as a headporter bag! shades as well as a pink pencil case with cows and music notes on it &lt;-- everything i like in one small little thing. perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and shihui and i roamed around parkway parade on saturday after spending hours at delifrance chatting AGAIN instead of studying, but i so do not mind. haha we ended buying a nice ring for me and a bangle for her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CUTE GUY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally random, but my current heart throb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.yale.edu/anime/images/contact_roy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY MUSTANG from FULL METAL ALCHEMIST. the coolest guy everrrrr. and he looks even better in blond hair (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just about the things, that might dry those tears and lighten the chokehold cupid's got on you. because sometimes you just need something to distract you and maybe, gradually, you'd forget and things wouldn't matter so much anymore. maybe they never meant so much in the first place. maybe its just pure imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i just need to finish my differentiation worksheet before i fail my test and totally go bonkers. not that i ever passed any, but thats a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers people (: good luck for your exams! i'm sure you've at least 1 of those nice-ties mentioned above. treasure them, put them in your pocket and save them for a rainy day. you'd need them, trust me. at least i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235868217179996066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SKmKZxfFf6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ODDAd0e9tI8/s320/26-07-08_1830.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/5294104762766454919-6779797431337024723?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/6779797431337024723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=6779797431337024723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6779797431337024723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6779797431337024723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-ties-in-life.html' title='Nice-ties in life (:'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SKmKZxfFf6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ODDAd0e9tI8/s72-c/26-07-08_1830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-2852214195093252392</id><published>2008-08-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:43:09.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shihui: awwww, love you shihui. but, no not anymore! wait till i tell you something tmrw (: seee ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY was a &lt;strong&gt;complete waste of time&lt;/strong&gt;. what am i doing here! i should be &lt;strong&gt;doing my EOM&lt;/strong&gt;, my othello assignment, my renaissance essay,&lt;strong&gt; figuring effing integration out&lt;/strong&gt;, revising stupid econs, playing the piano, completing my PW survey analysis, doing my geog essay, &lt;strong&gt;start revision for promos&lt;/strong&gt;, doing some situps, run around the field, &lt;strong&gt;eat medicine for my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;stupid throat&lt;/strong&gt;, filing my many many messy worksheets, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GET OFF THE COMPUTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, i'm mildly delirious. hope you had a good national day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-2852214195093252392?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/2852214195093252392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=2852214195093252392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2852214195093252392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2852214195093252392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/shihui-awwww-love-you-shihui.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-5297921755365807920</id><published>2008-08-08T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:16:04.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-natday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I can only imagine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it will be like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I walk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By your side &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can only imagine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What my eyes will see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is before me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can only imagine, I can only imagine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the performance yesterday, some of the dancers went for dinner, cause we were starving from not eating anything since 4pm. we went to cafecartel!! :D ate their fabulous sandwiches there. reached home at 11pm, when it was still raining and i was literally freeeeeezing on the bus. when i reached home, i was surprised no one was scared out of their wits by me. my makeup was smudged and i look quite ghostly. wooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me FOREVER to remove all my makeup, whats with the glitter and the falsies. i swear there was a glitter trail behind me when i walked, after i undid the fab hairdo that zhengning did for me. there was glitter everywhere! my face my clothes, when i moved, there would be a cloud of glitter. im not kidding. anyway, i spent about half an hour just removing the makeup on my face, and then another half, smoothening the backcomb on my head, that made my hair so crazily frazzled. but it was a cute hairdo eh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i was supposed to meet denise and lihua for a movie. i was supposed to be early! i woke up early yknow. BUT i idled at the com, but i was still early. then i took about 40minutes deciding what to wear. it was a hot day in comparison to yesterday, plus i looked obese in everything. so in the end, i was late -.- there was an unusually high number of people (students) around at tampines mall today, cause of the natday celebrations at schools. but we got tickets to the dark knight! (: yay, it was a goooood movie. but very long. haha lihua and denise are damn slow! they couldnt understand the plot at a few parts and i had to explain to them. the joker is super scary &gt;&lt; its really such a pity that heath ledgar is dead. sigh. he was a real talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i looked out of my studyroom window this morning and saw a HUGE HUGE yellow banner hanging on posts in the field next to my house. it was really big! i live on the 6th floor, and the thing was nearly as high so you can imagine. it said: WE LOVE SINGAPORE TAMPINES. doesnt really make sense, but yea means that tmrw there'll be a really noisy carnival in the field. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us, after the movie, went to have lunch! it was so crowded everywhereeeeee. we settled for pizza hut, (: and totally blew my diet away. bah. its nice though, their foodstandard improved. i remember their mushroom soup used to have bits of starch in it, grossss. now its quite nice! but nowhere as nice as saybons! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going home, i just konked out. the fatigue from the past few days finally caught up with me. i'm so thankful for my understanding family. my mom didnt nag at me to study, though i totally should, but she let me sleep till 730pm. i vaguely heard her shout at my brother not to disturb me, and let me sleep when he was gonna ask me to eat dinner, and that she wanted to eat dinner with me. probably cause for the past few days, i've not had dinner with her cause ive been reaching home so late. and she knows that i'm super tired. she was quite scared that i wasnt gonna have dinner at home today i think cause i went out, so she called me after the movie. but didnt sound annoyed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i love my mom (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is going to taiwan with his gf tomorrow! how nice. i hope he remembers to buy something back for me :D i wanna travel!!! with my friends, and of course my future bf. oh wouldn't it be nice. can't wait for geog trip! its going to be awesomeeee, with shihuiiiii jingjing eileen eddie, and oh-he-had-better-be-nice zeeeheee. shihui and i were sitting at the track during fulldress rehearsal that day, we saw a plane take off, and she grabbed my hand and said, oh man! geog trip!!! and we just went ahhhhhhh~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new wallet and a pencil box! maybe i'll go parkway parade to their borders, but its natday! its going to be freaking crowded. and im so not ready for crowds not, i'm -sniff-down with flu and annoying cough &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am gonna watch the last episode of antm (: have a good natday holiday y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-5297921755365807920?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/5297921755365807920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=5297921755365807920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5297921755365807920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5297921755365807920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/pre-natday.html' title='pre-natday!'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-6983088094153791807</id><published>2008-08-08T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:58:23.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>natday performance!</title><content type='html'>HELLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long long week, but we (the raffles dancers) have endured it and put up a &lt;strong&gt;FANTASTIC&lt;/strong&gt; (from reviews) performance yesterday during the nat day concert. (: yay dancers! haha i'm really proud of what we've achieved over such a short time. it's been a difficult time, what with the late nights in addition to our schoolwork and @#$%^&amp;amp;* PW, but we've pulled through, turned the impossible possible and did our dance, seniors and choreo proud (: well done dancers. &lt;3 you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyebags have enlarged significantly, but who cares! hahaha yesterday was such a crazy day. the carnival was quite dead actually, the food wasnt that great but it was fun! haha the dancers went to mark our positions on the $8k stage after assembly just to make sure but for nothing, it rained at night -.- we were so dismayed! all the performers were just... :O the inevitable and the dreaded had happened! it was pourrrrrrrrring an hour before performance. we really couldnt believe our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but having the concert at the mph was fun too! i think it was better actually. i think the school didnt all turn up, cause we could squeeze both j1 and 2s into the mph. unbelievable! haha the audience was so responsive!!! we were really quite nervous before going on stage. i didnt even get a chance to warm up, cause we were so frazzled by the stupid rain. but the audience were unbelievable! haha they cheered so much, and i think that spurred on the performance even more. (: so its thanks to the audience too that we put up an awesome performance. its really, amazing, performing in front of the entire school, who were all on high. the emcee teacher was so funny! and yikai titus and shiyang too. (: if we had held the performance on the field, we would've been tiny people and no one would be able to see anything that we do. so actually, thank god it rained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our performance, we watched the rest of the concert at the back of the stage, and cheered for gym and street! MR was last for IHC -.- but nevermind. haha the end of the concert was so !!! we went back on stage to sing community songs, and we just got damn damn damn high. like jumping on stage and doing the fundance to the natday songs! and the people running about in the audience, throwing lightsticks. i threw a few too, and i saw a guy got hit. but he promptly threw one back, so haha we're even. the audience was jumping and dancing with us too. it was AHHH! i've never seen ... highness in the entire school, so together and... i dunno. it was just an amazing amazing concert (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the carnival was quite dead though. haha shihui and i were walking around buying food, and we kept walking past the oh-so-sad guess a song booth by chengxuan julian and ryan teo. they are seriously the saddest boothowners ive ever seen. firstly, their laptop refuses to work. so they couldnt start the game. then, they decided to move their table, and left their poster behind. on an empty space. when their poster dropped, cx didnt even want to pick it up, eating his noodles instead. then! they got an ipod, which somehow wont work either!!! it was just hilarious, cause everytime we walked past, they would ask us to play, but somehow we wont be able to play, and they'd say COME BACK AGAIN! and julian would add, when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, is a perfect case of selfjacking. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou to the &lt;strong&gt;dancers&lt;/strong&gt;, for cooperating through this long tough time of late night practs and incessant drilling; &lt;strong&gt;zhengning&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;senghenk&lt;/strong&gt; for our costumes, makeup and hair; &lt;strong&gt;wenjun&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;marese&lt;/strong&gt; for their constant support; the &lt;strong&gt;seniors&lt;/strong&gt; for their advice; our &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; for their understanding when it comes to pw and work; the &lt;strong&gt;people at the windy benches&lt;/strong&gt; for allowing us to disturb their peace every afternoon; the &lt;strong&gt;streeters&lt;/strong&gt; for their cooperation during rehearsals; and the &lt;strong&gt;audience&lt;/strong&gt; for completing this entire experience, making it magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-6983088094153791807?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/6983088094153791807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=6983088094153791807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6983088094153791807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6983088094153791807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/natday-performance.html' title='natday performance!'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-7044004996281167052</id><published>2008-08-03T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:43:31.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was going to blog about something very emotional when i came and saw: ooooooh tags! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhihe: I CAME UP WITH THE ODD-ONE-OUT GAMES! :D inspired by facebook, hehehe. hopefully they will ^^ thanks for trying and being nicer these few days while im in a rotten mood (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: -hugsss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiamin: hellooooo! oh gosh i've not talked/seen you for ages! yesyesyes you too! haha oh man how's hwach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! let me talk passionately about something before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching so you think you can dance on the computer, and had a sudden urge to watch the paso doble by travis and heidi from season 2. while i was at youtube, i decided to check out the bleeding love video that cheeyang suggested i watch. it gave me goosebumps up the arm and down the back. earlier in the day, i teared as i was watching lacey and kameron dance to mia michaels' choreography. when i watched their broadway routine to all that jazz, i felt that they were telling that story out loud, as if there were words behind that music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure wish i could dance like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is something that can allow you to express your feelings, so strongly, so passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is something that will never lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is something that can tell stories without words, a paradox itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, weaves art into the body, beauty into movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, can tear your heart apart as you pour your soul out on that stage, and yet, hold it together with the very love you have for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is a combination of all the art forms; the costume, the music, and the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance&lt;/strong&gt;, can exist in so many different variations yet all tell the same story of someone who simply loves to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is freedom with rules, beauty with regime, creativity without, and passion through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at all my past experiences with dance, i don't regret a single one of them. Taking ballet classes created the foundation for what i am capable of today. Joining NYMD allowed me to take what i had to a second level and brought life to my dancing. There, i found passion and brought it to RJD where there is more freedom and allowance for expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the best dancer in the world, yet i don't have to have the longest lines, the highest grande jette, the most pirouettes, the strongest arabesques or the perfect posture to love it with my heart, my body and my soul. Watching SYTYCD today, really brought back what i thought was missing from my life for quite some time. That burning passion and love for dance, that would allow me to indulge in a world that only the music and i belonged in, and convey my feelings into movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how i felt after auditioning for 'All Coming Back To Me' during HFOS. It was a down period for me that time, and i stepped onto that dance floor, not knowing my steps but with unspoken feelings fighting to break out from my body. I forgot my steps but i couldn't stop my body from simply moving to that music. When i thought i had screwed up my auditions, Mr. Raj told me that 'it was damn bloody good'. I think that was my first encounter with real dancing, when you exhaust your mind and body just dedicating yourself to that dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline is, i am so glad that i stepped into the magical world of dance. really (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but gee, i still wish i could dance like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:&lt;br /&gt;another plus of being a dancer? you have fantastic dancer friends who share the same interests with you (: one of them, is to take pictures, post them on facebook and spam comments like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-7044004996281167052?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/7044004996281167052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=7044004996281167052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7044004996281167052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/7044004996281167052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-going-to-blog-about-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-707904166179882348</id><published>2008-08-03T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T11:15:50.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuang: HAHA you don't need to do that (: and i'm ok now, don't worry! thanksss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theknees: &lt;-- is that an attempt to cheer me up? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll delete the emo post that i posted on thursday. things... have not exactly improved but my mood has significantly improved over the past two days (: thanks to the dancers, and my dear friends. thanks so much, you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half the weekend has passed! and im sick &gt;&lt; bleah. i hope it wont worsen or i wont be in fit shape to pract intensively over the next few days. my mind is blurry, and i cant really think straight. pfft. oh yea, i woke up this morning, went to the toilet and came back to my room looking for my glasses and i couldnt find them. so imagine me on my knees feeling around and below the bed for about 10 minutes like a blind bat, looking for my specs, when i brought them with me to the toilet and left them there -.- so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have TONS of work to catch up on. promos in 7 weeks! crazy. the year is coming to an end! ): sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not really in the mood to blog, maybe when i am, i'll tell you more about my week in detail. my terrible week. lets hope the next will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-707904166179882348?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/707904166179882348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=707904166179882348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/707904166179882348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/707904166179882348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/08/aloha-shuang-haha-you-dont-need-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-6043989986025641690</id><published>2008-07-28T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:41:28.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm eating my dinner in front of the computer now. yes yes i know, so late right? my parents decided to abandon us and go for some posh dinner with their friends. they bought food back for me and of ALL the food in the world that they could buy they bought me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a crab. A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRAB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! like mr crabby! in gooey egg sauce and with two pathetic fried buns. and the crab is &lt;em&gt;SUPER&lt;/em&gt; spicy and hard to eat because i cant even differentiate between egg sauce and the meat! yes and they put yucky coriander in there that PAH just gets into your breath. &lt;em&gt;pewwww&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like 9.30!!! why on earth did they buy me a crab for, like they could just have gotten me noodles or smth. GAH. and its really spicy i need water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY was a hilarious day i laughed my head off. everyone was just ultra funny. miffy kenneth and i fooled yona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yona: whats your pw project like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth: we ask all the fat people in jc to be anorexic for a month to feel how its like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miffy: we're doing that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yona: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miffy: i thought we were asking the anorexic people to come and give a talk on how exactly to be anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth: ... we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yona: you guys are so obviously lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: okok we're actually just doing this seminar on anorexic people and ... (cant rmb what i said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yona: oh. ... wait a minute, you guys aren't in the same group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and denise koh was being a total baby about dumping her own plate, and she kicked up a huge fuss about miffy using her tissue so the two just fought a while over miffy's wallet while maryam and i watched on and laughed. then denise&lt;em&gt; finally&lt;/em&gt; took her own plate to dump at stall 4's bin but she dumped it at stall 2 cause she saw a &lt;strong&gt;SINGLE&lt;/strong&gt; green chopstick inside stall 4's bin -.- the friends i have, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO i realised that i am a jinx for MR during IHC. i'm serious! and i'm some strange lucky charm for BW, its so annoying. like for water feste, the only game we lost was against BW in dodgeball. when i walked to the stadium during soccer ihc, i was greeted by BW scoring against MR, and the latter thus losing that match. when i went to watch tough rugby today, MR who was initially leading, lost tragically to BW. and to top it all off, when i went to watch tennis, MR promptly lost. to who? to BW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah! im never attending any more ihc events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance today! but me and shuang skived off and went to play wii at the hodge lodge! that girl is &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt; about the hodge lodge, i am SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuang: fellie, can follow me to canteen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fellie: ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after walking a short distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuang: we can then drop by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HODGE LODGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;em&gt;-breaks into giggles-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so blessed to have such entertaining friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i lost all my wii games to her ): i was winning boxing but MAN that is one tiring game. and tennis too, &lt;strong&gt;GAH&lt;/strong&gt;. the people in the hodge lodge were very very amused. i swear my arms were aching after the games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i really need to finish my crab. which is swimming in chilli egg drop sauce at the moment, totally lost. long day tomorrow, topping it off with dance. (: wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-6043989986025641690?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/6043989986025641690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=6043989986025641690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6043989986025641690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6043989986025641690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-eating-my-dinner-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-2981627356957671957</id><published>2008-07-27T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:18:23.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lihua's birthday!</title><content type='html'>hiiiiii~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cass: YES PLEASE. damn promos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE LIHUA'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for natday rehearsal at the pac. it was quite redundant, seeing how only three groups of people were performing, so we were just taking turns using the stage. the rest of the time there was spent camwhoring! took about 50photos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch later, and due the the sparse availability of food in the canteen on a saturday, the dancers indulged in maggi meee! i developed a new love for tom yum yum yum. after that, the dancers went to the tsd room to pract! senghenk yuhui litying zhengning cheeyang and i! (: its really cool there, nice and cold. i got lost in the curtains cause i entered through the backdoor -.- there was a really comfy couch there which i promptly plopped on and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep. when i woke up, only zheng ning and cheeyang were left! i slept for a total of 1.5 hours! what a pig. lihua finally came running at 2.40, and we went to the canteen to get some munchies! :D we then decided against 1) watching a movie in the library 2) attempt to study and went for 3) shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to wisma, and it was actually only me doing the shopping -.- topshop was having sales, but everything we wanted wasnt on sale. saw a pair of pumps at aldo, and was soooo tempted to buy the pink ones that i still love and were NOT ON SALE too. yup. went to selfridge, forever21, newurbanmale, frenchconnection, maxstudio &lt;-- where i saw another pair of lovely shoes which were sadly overpriced. they were really cute though (: we wanted to get pullover hoodies, but mine was a little too warm for singapore whereas lihua's was the last piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to heeren to eat at village, only to find out that ALL the eateries in heeren are under renovation.  super ridiculous. ended up eating at coffee club, with the incessant drilling of construction work. yona and denise joined us (: when the birthday girl went to the toilet, we wanted to light her cake for us when coffee club told us that if they were to bring the cake in and sing happy birthday, it'd cost us 10 bucks. FOR BRINGING A MEASLY CAKE IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, we decided to go procure a lighter on our own and attempt to light the 'sparkler candles' that denise bought. only they went so sparkly. it was so funny, the candle would burn for 5 second before a single spark light up, and denise would go: there there there! sparks! --;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then the birthday girl returned, and though i tried to hide her cake she saw it. so we sang a speedy song for her and got her to blow out the ... sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was hilarious, as usual with the gang, with yona telling us all about her first impression of denise (yona: yknow when i first saw denise i thought that her english was REALLY bad. now i dont really notice it anymore, which shows that denise is a BAD influence.) and us filling denise in on friday when she didnt come to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, birthday girl went off, leaving us to go shopping! yona bought a pair of converses on sale and i finally got my hands on something today! :D dorothys!!! they are so comfy, they are probably the most comfortable canvas shoes i have slipped my feet into. i had to sneak them home though, my parents kinda banned me from shopping. we went searching for shorts for me then, but everything makes me look obese ): bleah. we left town at 9.15 and it took me an hour to get home cause there was a stupid jam. pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK PHOTO UPLOADER is the most irritating thing ever. takes FOREVER to load 60 photos. grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-2981627356957671957?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/2981627356957671957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=2981627356957671957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2981627356957671957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/2981627356957671957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/lihuas-birthday.html' title='lihua&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-6871555365327721872</id><published>2008-07-25T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:37:56.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Disaster &lt;/strong&gt;by&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what he's after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;And if I could hold on&lt;br /&gt;Through the tears and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would it be beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put Your Records On &lt;/strong&gt;by&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song&lt;br /&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current favourite song (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished downloading three more episodes of so you think you can dance! awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance tomorrow at 8. waking up is going to be such a chore &gt;&lt; and i need to practice my piano! my teacher is going to kill me D: i've yet touched my aural practices, and i cant seem to master the second song. this is terrible, what am i doing on the computer, goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a second note, i'm going for the geog trip! :D yayness. haha although ive been to rotorua (newzealand) and north island, and visited all those places before, i think this is going to be an awesome trip cause two dancers are going! shihui and eileen!!! it is going to be SO FUN we are just going to cam whore and cam whore and cam whore. bunking together would be terrific. AHHH i cant wait. hahaha its my first trip overseas with school/without parents (: and i think it'd be worth it, sacrifacing my end of year family holiday for that. yayyy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok everything is taking FOREVER to load. facebook, blogger, etc. I GIVE UP. i was going to post photos of yuhui and dillon dancing DDR but stupid blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance today was crazy! we didnt dance much, shuangwei charm and i just wanted to slack in the canteen and play wii at the hodge lodge. but we have dance! so we went, and we did some of arias's choreography. its quite embarrassing dancing at the windy benches, what with so many people walking past. haha after zhengning and arias left, the rest of us got high. when cherrie was teaching us the partner part, i had this urge to play the facebook game: find the odd one out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 5 of us: shuangwei charm cherrie andrea and carmen just stood there and played find the odd one out. it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuangwei: GUESS THE ODD ONE OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us: me/her/you!!!&lt;br /&gt;shuang wei: ME!!! -points to us- ugly ugly ugly ugly -points at herself- PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that, was how high we were. literally went crazy. after that we tried to do the dance, full out and its so tiring! cause of the steps, and how long it'd be. i'm going the contemp part --&gt; i'll be doing the whole dance --&gt; i'll be dying by the time i reach the end. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, nday is just two weeks away! i'm quite looking forward to it (: hope we'd be able to take part in the celebrations too, as we prepare for our performance on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about facebook applications: i love scratch and win! it used to be frustrating cause you only get 10 credits aday and its so pathetic but as you play on and get more credits everyday, it gets easier and funner ^^ im currently level 4 &lt;--  still rather pathetic but not bad! it gets rather boring though, scratching all those tickets. but i get really happy when i get 10/50 tokens out of one ticket (: cant wait for the later stages. i love those prizes, like kisses, emoticons, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really really really taking a long long time just uploading 5 photos on stupid facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just going to leave it there and eat my dinner. which isnt ready. ok lemme tell you about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: dreary. boring. due to the large number of breaks and boring lessons &lt;-- gp and pw. hates. but the day started becoming better! what with the dancers getting high and all. WHICH REMINDS ME the hodge lodge closed early today ): we were going to play wii (kickboxing) but noooooo it closed early. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was generally good (: due to specific factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINNER'S DONE. sorry for the disjointed post. blame it on the stupid internet/blogger/facebook. chowwww~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-6871555365327721872?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/6871555365327721872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=6871555365327721872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6871555365327721872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6871555365327721872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-disaster-by-kelly-clarkson-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-189717257771990103</id><published>2008-07-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:43:48.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TO CHERYL LOH&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;(because your website keeps rejecting my comment)&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGGGGGG i left this 3 para long comment and ITS ALL GONE. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets retype it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI GORGEOUSSSSSS~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love your blog! (: it has like. dance dance dance plastered all over it, which is precisely what i love about it. haha btw regarding the slave driver guy. ignore him la, stupid ideas about elitism. i wonder what he's trying to turn you guys into. has the choreo improved? :\ or still as tiring as ever? stupid slave driver. i still remember how gruelling auditions were. pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT GET TO WATCH YOU GUYS DURING RACIAL HARMONY instead we were watching some... grrrr, chinese opera. highlighters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. rj studio is tiny to the max please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah and i just realised you're the only person who reacted to my, please leave your website, plea. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jing: JING! hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm late for bed --&gt; my parents are gonna scream soon about me using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a long day! as usual, thursdays are always long days. haha racial harmony week this week, which results in an &lt;strong&gt;IMMENSELY&lt;/strong&gt; overcrowded canteen walkway. haha there was this dance dance revolution booth set up, and dillon and yuhui played. took photos, which i would upload when i have the time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met the most annoying teacher in rjc today. GOODNESSSSS he pwns the short econs teacher upside down. i was walking up to assembly and was already going to set foot in the parade square when he shouted at me, that i've to finish my soya bean drink. i've brought drinks to assembly countless times but &lt;strong&gt;NOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt; no one catches me except him. i barely touched my drink, cause i was saving it for lit, considering how veera doesnt want us trooping to the canteen for pre lesson snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: finish your drink.&lt;br /&gt;me: ... -indicates at the full cup- finish this?&lt;br /&gt;he: yea? finish before you go to assembly, dont you know you're not allowed to take food out of the canteen??!?!?!?! (SHOUTING ALREADY)&lt;br /&gt;me: okok! i'll go dump it. -walks back down the staircase-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dillon saw me running down with my cup, and runs down too. and guess what. before i even put my cup down, he stopped everyone from moving up the stairs. and shouted at us:&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE?!?!?! &lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE YOU ARE LATE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people at the other end of the parade square were still happily trooping upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 20-30 of us were trapped there, because of some anal retentive teacher who dreams of the day when he can make nightmares out of students' lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so pissed i didnt even bother to 'go to the toilet' and sneak away so i wont get into trouble. i wasnt late, we weren't late and he knew it! the bell hadn't rung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my teacher, was in some pms mood today, didnt help at all. she said that it was the rules that when you're not at the parade square when mr leong starts talking, you are considered 'late'. so i told her that mr leong hadn't started talking, and she said little details dont count -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont see why teachers are so adamant at making students despise them. does it do them any good to nitpick at everything when it doesnt even matter?!?! i mean, punctuality yes, that matters, but being anal about little details really serves no purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, there's always a silver lining! hohoho, class attire check today. and i wasnt there. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i need to go now. its the end of the week! woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that just adds up to the sum.&lt;br /&gt;go with the flow,&lt;br /&gt;all i can and dare to do now;&lt;br /&gt;is to await for you to actually do something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-189717257771990103?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/189717257771990103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=189717257771990103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/189717257771990103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/189717257771990103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-cheryl-loh-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-3843859094116392818</id><published>2008-07-20T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:46:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah weekend.</title><content type='html'>SUNDAY MORNING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wakes up, turns around to look at the clock. stupid clock is out of battery, along with the other 4 in the room. flips handphone open to check the time: 9.03am. groans and goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- brother's crazy bathroom antics causes slumber to be disrupted again. turns over on the other side to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sun shining through a tiny crack in the curtain. too lazy to draw them, pulls pillow over face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- brother barged in to inform me about a call. checks time after he left: 10.13am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fine i'm getting out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be going to some US university convention today, but charm and shihui didnt contact me :\ guess they aren't going. i've piano today anyway. i totally slacked my saturday away.. didnt do anything but watch ANTM on youtube. tried to understand what Alexander, that was showing last night, was about but fell asleep halfway. dragged myself to my bed near midnight and konked out. woke up with aching everything! every part of me creaks/cracks whenever i move. and some parts like my ankle, hurt for goodness knows what reason. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea where all my energy is going to. during the hols, i had inexhaustible energy, in fact i had too much, that my legs would tingle at night, probably itching to dance. now, i get sleepy so easily and my hemstring hurts so much after dancing &gt;&lt; i hope there's nothing serious about it. hoho, maybe its just school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise smsed me to tell her that she's swimming now, and that i should join her sometime. I NEED SWIMMING LESSONS! anyone wants to teach me? :D i really wanna learn freestyle. no more froggiee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamt about some stuff last night, that i cant really remember. probably about the same thing/s bothering me for the past few weeks. 8, and still counting! ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets try to do some work hm? time is passing too fast for comfort &gt;&lt; i once dreamt that it was j2 year and i was still in this sad state of not knowing anything thats going on in class. wonder if its a nightmare. cant wait for jc to end actually, but that would mean that i'm out there on my own! :\ not exactly a win win situation. wonder what life would be after jc... would i still continue dancing? or become a lump of lard. hohm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have 1 and 1/2 years to think about that! better get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song gives me the goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream on, dream on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream yourself a dream come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, dream on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream until your dream come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me, sing for the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me, if its just for today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios to you; may your weekend be more fruitful than what mine had been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3843859094116392818?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3843859094116392818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3843859094116392818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3843859094116392818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3843859094116392818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-morning-wakes-up-turns-around-to.html' title='blah weekend.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-4369966451591817700</id><published>2008-07-19T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:55:00.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concerts ):</title><content type='html'>AHHHH i just realised death cab for cutie is coming to singapore on 12th august AND &lt;strong&gt;THE TICKETS ARE SOLD OUT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so sad. ): they are one of my favourite bands. and i so very badly want to go for a concert for once. i missed jay chou's (twice!!!), backstreet boys, muse, and now death cab for cutie! this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also really sad when spice girls didnt want to come to singapore on their recent (ok not very) world tour. THEY HAVE THEIR BIGGEST FAN HERE!!! i love spice girls. they were my first favourite band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone has death cab for cutie tickets?? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-4369966451591817700?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/4369966451591817700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=4369966451591817700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4369966451591817700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/4369966451591817700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/concerts.html' title='concerts ):'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-3274634343100613148</id><published>2008-07-18T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:39:38.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>water feste!</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from school and &lt;strong&gt;water feste&lt;/strong&gt;! this is the main point of this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water feste was funnnnn! :D funner than i expected, but also, extremely mortifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed my water proficiency test! in other words, i can't swim!!! its so embarrassing that i dont even want to talk about it. i am going to go and get swimming lessons. &lt;em&gt;how can i forget how to swim&lt;/em&gt;! i used to &lt;em&gt;know how to &lt;/em&gt;swim by the way. i probably swim once in a year or something nowadays. I NEED SWIMMING LESSONS. i've forgotten all my childhood survival skills!!! skating, swimming, what next! gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YES&lt;/strong&gt;. jianying tricked me again! with jenwei! they told me that jenwei cant swim! that even though he &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; on the waterpolo team [that is another lie] he was the goalie so he didnt need to know how to swim! and jenwei had such a straight face when he said that he floated around because he had floats in his trunks. i believed him!!! to think that i was so happy to see him because i thought i had a fellow non-swimmer -.- and i still believed him until after the test when i realised he was perfectly fine in the water. gooodnesssss. i will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; believe another thing that koh jianying says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the people.. uh i cant rmb the term suddenly. lets just call them rangers. the rangers who were in charge, told me that i'd not be able to play the deep water games for safety reasons. hah, thats totally fine for me, considering how i dont wanna pull the team down. our team consists of me, stacey, jianying, jen wei, liyuan... and one last guy i cant rmb. our MR swimmers are &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt;, looking at them just makes me more ashamed of myself x_x i wish i knew how to swim freestyle. froggie is just... i have no word to describe that. sheeeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR won most of the games! (: our team won 3 games, and lost 1, which was dodgeball. the other team was &lt;strong&gt;:O&lt;/strong&gt; i get scared looking at them. they're made up of super athletic people from BW. and yea, we won the first round, cause the opponet bumped into the bottle of water by accident. but that was the only one we won! jen wei is awesomeeee he can just be a one man team. its amazing just watching him. but we lost 4-1 i think. BW2 had this really fast guy who hit our bottle within the first 10seconds of our 3rd game, and the last game had stacey left standing with &lt;strong&gt;4 guys&lt;/strong&gt;. 4 guys who can throw and dodge and whatsnot. yknow, watching/playing with the guys makes me realise how athletic i am not. but it was a good game! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we won volleyball, treasure hunt and captain's ball. volleyball was another one man show with jinsei serving... and serving, and serving and serving and serving... you get the idea. we won 21 to 7, against HH. i contributed by winning the scissors paper stone and serving over (: once. hoho. i was the captain for captain's ball. it was extremely amusing watching jianying and... kevin? throw the ball to each other to and fro until they're right under my nose and pass me the ball. we won 4-1 :D :D at least i can catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt get individual prizes cause we drew with other teams, and they won us during the volleyball faceoff. it was a really fun day (: turned out better, (well not really, i expected to pass my proficiency test) than i expected. but, whew, swimming is tiring x_x i think i'm worn out from my pathetic 50m swim. this is so saddening. i'm just going to go have dinner and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance tmrwwwww :D we get the studio! but that so doesnt stop my toes from peeling. i need to catch up with my work DESPERATELY. EOM, tutorials, and not to mention, all the left over revision that i never did for CTs. promos are 8 weeks away! thats two months! JC years are really fun, but they pass really quickly too. soon we'll be saying bye to our j2s as they leave to prepare for their A's :\ the school would be so empty... bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i need food. and sleep. and a state of denial, so i can get over the embarrassment. choww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3274634343100613148?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3274634343100613148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3274634343100613148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3274634343100613148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3274634343100613148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello_18.html' title='water feste!'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-5445427570223128194</id><published>2008-07-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:07:04.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha i see tagssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: im doing terribly, but ah wells. COME BACK/MEET UP SOON! goodness, we should just be neighbours. haha i guess we share more than telepathy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerri: WELCOME BACK TO SINGAPORE. MUST MEET UP SOON. &lt;3!&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phoebe: bah. you suck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my recent MSN conversation with my cousin went like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe said:look outside your living room window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia said: looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg retarded picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me to look outside my window for whaaaaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe said: yes ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yourself up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon is shining brightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia said: -.- NOT FUNNY LOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;期 says: hahaahhahahahaahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia says:OMG YOU SUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe says: ok i need to get back to work. talked to you cuz i saw the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe says: and thought of u hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia says: OH SHUDDUP!! go away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way home, i told andrea that i was very fascinated with the moon, and she said: CAUSE YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE IT??? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhihe, jianying, daniel and the other evils of the 3B class. its ALL YOUR FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! what an eventful week it has been/going to be. we started major practing for nday (: stayed till 9pm yesterday and today till 8. reminds me fondly of dance night, but we are &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; outta shape. haha! super tired after a little training and getting stitches after doing the dance for a few times (and its only like. 1/4) yep, super outta shape! but it feels awesome staying back in school for long hours with the dancers, making up silly lyrics, (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually thats just me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), freaking out over how we cant catch the steps in a really fun way, and the ultimate dancer hobby: CAM WHOREEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i really love the dancers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if there are any. rumours, or talk going around about how i'm feeling, please remember that. we are ultimately part of a dance group, and given my quick nature, i'm sorry to admit that some things i say may not be that pleasant. but it IS me being tempermental and easily flared. so, i'm really sorry if anything i said offended any of you out there, dancer/non-dancer. i'll learn to watch my words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, on a lighter note, i've been laughing myself silly for these past few days. my classmates are &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christina and maryam are the funniest people ever, and denise koh/lihua/yona are the most retarded people on this entire planet. i can just keel over and laugh at them. but actually, i think its me going high and laughing on not very funny things cause there are many times that they are just laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this has been such a fun week! goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok there's the christina ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG. AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok whatever, watch it on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, CHRISTINA has &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; heard of nata de coco. and everytime any of us buy soya bean/grass jelly with nata, she'd go: coconut fibre? coconut fibre? whats nata? and since we have no idea if its coconut fibre anot, we just tell her its nata, and tell her to SAY its nata, not confuse us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, during lunch, she suddenly stopped eating and said:&lt;br /&gt;i NEVER eat yoghurt. but i ate it that day, because it was that... nata? natata? flavour. -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and needless to say i didnt understand it, cause i was choking while laughing at her natata. the way she said it was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise koh, is another priceless one. she stepped on dog shit yesterday!! the whole incident was that she, yona lihua, were in the library when they smelt poo. and denise even said that it comes 'in waves', when actually it was probably just her shifting her foot about. she still said that she was 'leaving the shithole' when she left to photocopy some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she came back, naturally the smell came too. so lihua commented on how the smell returned, and denise said that maybe i smelt on dog poo, why dont you smell. and lihua actually smelt her shoe! her dog poo encrusted shoe!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only my classmates will actually do something as stupid as that. denise was sulking that nobody wanted to follow her to clean that up, but seriously, who would -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my share of stupid moments. today during gp, my classmate was presenting her essay outline, and i didnt understand anything going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felicia: this is hopeless, i'll never get an A for GP. yknow (turns to maryam) the only way of getting that is probably to write 'i love harvard, i love harvard, i love harvard' on the exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maryam: ... but its cambridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when our gp teacher told us to write a joke on our departure card (some idea of hers), she wrote down: &lt;em&gt;felicia said that the only way she could get an A for gp was to write i love harvard on her exam paper. little did she know, CAMBRIDGE was marking our scripts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt really sound funny, all typed out, but i swear, the whole row of us could have died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms veera was also surprisingly humourous this week. she actually said that she was 'high on something'. i think our whole class was. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA. last event of the day: INLINE SKATING. the gear and shoes, smells of bombastic dog poo mountain. it is &lt;strong&gt;DISGUSTINGGGGG&lt;/strong&gt;. you can feel the sweat of the previous user on your skin when you pull it on, AND you can smell it even at arms length. i nearly suffocated when putting on my knee guards, cause my elbow guard was close to my face. and the shoes were... whewwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it all off, i was the only one in the module to fall, not once but TWICE, on my bum. first time, i got to my feet, and was trying to stop myself from moving backwards. instead, i ended up running on the spot for a few times, before -shoooom- landing hard on my butt. loudly. the other time was when i was moving forward too quickly and i tried to take another step, and, yea yknow what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad they dont have butt gear. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna request for a change of modules. they suddenly added lacrosse! and that was my first choice, which i shouldve gotten, since i did 29 for my napfa. yea. anything to get away from ALL the smelly gear. the girls spent about 15 minutes scrubbing their elbows and knees, deodorising their hair, cause the smell adheres to your skin. let alone your feet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for water feste tomorrow! i have a feeling its going to be embarrassing. i dont even know how to swim freestyle. the whole world would see my pathetic frogstyle swim during the testing. D: but i hope the fun would offset that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty. long post! would post photos soon. stupid facebook wont let me upload any. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pack my case. I check my face.&lt;br /&gt;I look a little bit older.&lt;br /&gt;I look a little bit colder.&lt;br /&gt;With one deep breath, and one big step, I move a little bit closer.&lt;br /&gt;I move a little bit closer.&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;strong&gt;if destiny’s kind&lt;/strong&gt;, I’ve got the rest of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And my eyes, they don’t see you no more.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for reasons unknown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST SAW ANDREA'S TAG: hello dearrr :D just started the blog! haha hope you got home fine (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-5445427570223128194?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/5445427570223128194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=5445427570223128194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5445427570223128194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5445427570223128194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-everyone-ahahaha-i-see-tagssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-6998892874186728422</id><published>2008-07-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:10:59.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday bluessss</title><content type='html'>I realised no one comments ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah anyway, today was a rather good day! GP was rather infuriating cause, my new teacher doesnt do any teaching she just. dumps the answer at us and expects us to receive it with vigour. pw was quite productive, and i only slept like 5minutes during math! :D cause i really couldnt stand it, what with lunch and the nice aircon. plus she was going through something i've already done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was amusing was that when i was drifting in and out of consciousness, ms mok's voice sounded like a rap in my head, i was just imagining her voice 'singing' until someone kinda. shouted at me to wake up. turned out to be one of my very nice classmates. haha, i feel quite terrible to fall asleep in ms mok's class now though, considering how many times i looked for her in the holidays for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised, i have a very very queer way of typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my left hand, i'd type with &lt;strong&gt;all &lt;/strong&gt;my fingers from um.. my thumb to my fourth finger, but with my right hand i'd only use my &lt;strong&gt;middle &lt;/strong&gt;finger!! like my right hand would be flying across the keyboard, as i type this, and i'm concentrating really hard to type with all my fingers on my right hand but it'd come out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello  ny name isf elicai tan qin si and i am currently triyng ouyt a ver y diotic experiement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. no kidding. i'm back on using my middle finger again. this just goes to show how (in)(un)versatile my fingers are. hurrumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after school, me denise yona lihua and barbara headed to j8 for lunch! why i followed them i have no idea, but i was manhandled by denise who swore that she was going to "&lt;em&gt;squeeze something out of me&lt;/em&gt;". she refused to let me out of her sight, by clinging on to me after math. she didnt succeed though, hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to swensons!!! the food there is so much better than cafe cartel. seriously. though thats not saying much, the ice cream is quite. cheap, and the chocolate tastes cheap as well. &gt;&lt; chocoholics will get what i mean. couldnt finish my dessert. spent the next uh. 3 hours? sitting at the couch, drinking cup after cup of water and going to the toilet 3 times with denise and lihua. we are such terrible customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59 took bloody ages to come today. pissed me off. reached home at 730... and the bus was so crowded ): and this old uncle shoved his way till he got to the empty seat next to me and proceeded to squeeze his way between my knees and the seat in front when there's no space!!! until i had to tell him to move, so i could extract my knees and let him pass. sheesh, and he still glared at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance tomorrow! (: finally, but its a really really long day too [&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 HOUR PERIOD goodness i hate those days&lt;/span&gt;]. civics, &lt;strong&gt;econs tutorial&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; econs lecture&lt;/strong&gt;, geog lecture, physics lecture. yup, all at one go. then break, and then the formidable puay miao, then pe! &gt;:  well at least there's dance. gotta start practing for nday soon! oh wait, gotta start practicing for national day performance &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;, we only have three weeks left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. gonna sleep now (: nightssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-6998892874186728422?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/6998892874186728422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=6998892874186728422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6998892874186728422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6998892874186728422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-bluessss.html' title='monday bluessss'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-9012532779142581773</id><published>2008-07-10T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:16:25.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i thought you cared. The very slightest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop Crying Your Heart Out&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't be scared &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never change what's been and gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May your smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shine on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be scared &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your destiny may keep you warm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos all of the stars are fading away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just try not to worry &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'll see them some day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take what you need and be on your way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And stop crying your heart out&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why you scared &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never change what been and gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-9012532779142581773?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/9012532779142581773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=9012532779142581773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/9012532779142581773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/9012532779142581773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-i-thought-you-cared-very-slightest.html' title='And i thought you cared. The very slightest.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-6311487800875159026</id><published>2008-07-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:00:42.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm well!and i'm bored of blogger. already! i still prefer LJ, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayssssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a bad day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there appears to be this escalation of bad stuff happening. everyday, there'll be a new addition, and then there'd be another reason to be gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gloomy on tuesday and wednesday. guess i can't stay gloomy for long, its just in me to :D :D :D, i guess, despite how i'm feeling at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;NO PE &lt;-- good&lt;br /&gt;possibility of changing modules from inline skating &lt;-- good&lt;br /&gt;didn't bring math book &lt;-- not good&lt;br /&gt;bubble gum!!! &lt;-- :D&lt;br /&gt;lim for lit lecture &lt;-- not good at all&lt;br /&gt;have to do @#$%^&amp;amp; GP compre &lt;-- pissifying&lt;br /&gt;late for geog &lt;-- not good&lt;br /&gt;let off early for geog! &lt;-- :D&lt;br /&gt;late for exco meeting &lt;-- not good&lt;br /&gt;fruitful exco meeting &lt;-- good&lt;br /&gt;speedy 59/8 &lt;-- good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT it was still a blah-y day. went home with andrea today! and we chatted on the bus, about some stuff. its been a long time since i actually discussed any serious matters with anyone. i've just been bottling things up, stuffing them at the back of my mind for dunno-what. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, and i didnt study today. at all! perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to go to town tomorrow to pick up some birthday stuff. (: family chalet this weekend! i heard my darling can walk already!!!!! and i forgot all about her birthday on 7th july. oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221369722554171810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SHYIGUHSQaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q0yypCDu5bs/s320/Photo-0652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ISN'T SHE THE MOST ADORABLE THING IN THE WORLD????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(her mom was trying to make her burp, not choke her)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SHYIGcW_PBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cSJFH1a7gu4/s1600-h/Photo-0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221369724767517714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SHYIGcW_PBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cSJFH1a7gu4/s320/Photo-0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a really nice photo of her, and my aunt and uncle were going gaga over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SHYIGgG18AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IJljI5Ilhck/s1600-h/Photo-0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221369725773541378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SHYIGgG18AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IJljI5Ilhck/s320/Photo-0686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was it! a nice photo of her sitting still, smiling at the camera (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SHYIHAG4KQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/x0S9FHKXVCw/s1600-h/Photo-0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221369734363621634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SHYIHAG4KQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/x0S9FHKXVCw/s320/Photo-0690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHE CAN WALK! soon she would be able to talk, and AHHHH i'd be able to have so much fun with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT she'd be annoying really soon, like when she knows how to really talk and then i wont be able to stand her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT she IS j'adorableezzzz. i can just see her stumbling on her double tots. eeeeee~ will post photos! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya. need to practice piano, and try to get work done, before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.artificial-life.com/alife/images/screen_antm9_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont think i'll get any work done, but whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(i realised. i cant find tyra in the picture!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(does anyone know where to find the dvds for antm, i really wanna buy! except for china -.-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-6311487800875159026?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/6311487800875159026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=6311487800875159026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6311487800875159026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/6311487800875159026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rc3iGIvl3tM/SHYIGUHSQaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q0yypCDu5bs/s72-c/Photo-0652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-8515537887678940431</id><published>2008-07-08T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:28:05.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cheryl: hey dear, i'm better already, don't worry! haha you take care too! hope your sunburn's wearing off. &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fever's gone now, but still having stubbornly persistently irritating painful headaches and giddy spells. school today was blah/terrible. got back econs, and it was a joke that wasn't very funny. gotta start working harddddd~ went home early today, cause i wasnt feeling well, both emotionally and physically :\ and i'm still not feeling well. i'm starting to love staying at home, i can laze anywhere i want, i can do anything i like, and i needn't worry about anything. that, my friends, is like an indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is another killer day, no break for 5 lessons, with a dash of sugar, cause i'm gonna see the dancers &lt;3! hope we're going to start prepping for the national day performance soon, as well as the others. can't wait to start dancing! :D wednesdays always seem better than the other days. &lt;em&gt;simply because&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok family nagging. hope i can get some sleep tonight. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-8515537887678940431?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/8515537887678940431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=8515537887678940431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/8515537887678940431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/8515537887678940431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheryl-hey-dear-im-better-already-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-1029273237096349162</id><published>2008-07-06T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:07:57.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>i am sick ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to SVDP funfair today with cass, but had to cancel it. i had a very troubling sleep, dreamt of many disturbing things, and i kept waking up to cold sweat. my head hurt everytime and i was in a semi conscious state. in the end, i decided to cancel the date with cass cause i couldnt even get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have dengue.. cause im not having a fever right now, but my headache is excruciatingly painful. i feel dizzy and weak, and my limbs feel heavy. plus i'm aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;researched online, and i found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dengue fever usually starts suddenly with a high fever, rash, &lt;strong&gt;severe headache&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;pain behind the eyes&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;muscle and joint pain&lt;/strong&gt;. The severity of the joint pain has given dengue the name "breakbone fever." Nausea, vomiting, and loss of appetite are common.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back of my eyes are burning, plus i cant seem to straighten my back. yea, it really does seem to be dengue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will wait for ma to come home, then ask her ): bleah. i hate being sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-1029273237096349162?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/1029273237096349162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=1029273237096349162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1029273237096349162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/1029273237096349162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='&gt;&lt;'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-3757915570042555717</id><published>2008-07-05T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:36:57.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>low after the high.</title><content type='html'>yesterday was such an exciting day. it was my birthday! while i waited apprehensively for the threat that jianying and daniel have been imposing since the beginning of the week, i received many wellwishes, greetings and presents. thank y'all, really. can't say that enough. haha and i didnt get dunked/waterbombed/dunged/dragged into RI pool. yes, i got bullshitted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the excitement seemed to have taken a toll on me &gt;&lt; yesterday, during dinner with cheryl, i started feeling giddy and nauseous. took me quite a bit to collect my thoughts and talk. on the way home, my head was hurting like crazyyyy and my vision was blurred. by 11, i was so tired i nearly collapsed. replied a few messages, and before 12, i konked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 11 today, still feeling tired. at about 1, i started feeling giddy again, and i couldnt really process any thoughts. i dunno if i'm too tired, or its something else. :\ my body feels like its sick, and it needs a rest, but then again, it isn't sick, nor does it need a rest. during piano, i was half dying trying to remember everything mr ng said. when we started on a new piece, my head was seriously throbbing, and my eyes kept wanting to close. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate unknown sicknesses. blah. if you knew what it is, you'd probably be able to do something about it, or whine about it. but when you have no inkling what it is, you're just hurting. and another thing i really cant stand, is my stomach being upset. there's this deep soft pain that keeps echoing around my stomach, and i just cant get rid of it. arghhhhhhhhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there are other frustrating things going on, that in the midst of the birthday celebrations, fade away but return even stronger today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel extremely grumpy. and snappish. must be the headache. my ma just grumbled that i never study. its a sad thing, cause i really dont. i must get my act together soon, or i think i'd have to retain ): and then there's the added stress of &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*(  PW. i hate pw. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i really just need to be able to... let go. stop hoping so much, and let matters go like they are supposed to. sigh, right now i just feel like curling up in bed, cuddle my pillows and pray that things would be right for once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-3757915570042555717?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/3757915570042555717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=3757915570042555717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3757915570042555717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/3757915570042555717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/low-after-high.html' title='low after the high.'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-5363384749654366341</id><published>2008-07-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:57:33.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I DONT HAVE MUCH TIME SO I JUST WANNA SAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A BIG FAT &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU TO ALL MY FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; WHO MADE 4TH OF JULY SUCH AN AWESOME DAY THAT I THINK IMAGINARY FIREWORKS WENT OFF IN THE SKY. IT HAS BEEN A&lt;strong&gt; FANTASTIC&lt;/strong&gt; DAY, AND I LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH IT HAS BEEN A MOST &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MEMORABLE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAGICAL&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FANTASTIC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FABULOUS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ASTOUNDING&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i hope your day was all that too (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-5363384749654366341?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/5363384749654366341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=5363384749654366341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5363384749654366341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5363384749654366341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-695264816836057876</id><published>2008-07-01T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:45:45.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday treat by parents (:</title><content type='html'>:D brother made reservations at this really nice jap restaurant, where we could have ala carte buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the menu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the doorway. it has a nice tree with deco like xmas trees!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; first up: crispy prawn sushi with roe. it really crunches when you bite it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this awesome awesome awesome pitan tofu, directly translated from chinese. the grey paste is pitan and its not disgusting at all!!! really really really nice. and the tofu is not too soft, just the right texture (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;melt in your mouth unagi &lt;3333&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; melt in your mouth - best salmon sashimi i ever tasted. it really melts and you just. ahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; remains of the claypot unagi tofu, after everyone had some (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soft shell crab! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; deep fried oysters. yumminess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA huiling said this looked like baby roaches. they are actually scallop sushi. doesnt really taste like anything, though the description is really disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brother with a full stomach, trying to take a decent picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fails at taking a decent picture.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_1921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;huiling and me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;satisfied daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my mom refused to take any pictures. haha they all turned out blur :\ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we took a walk after eating so much, and i brought them to the fish place, down the entire stretch of restaurants. there we saw this fishtank with ENORMOUS lobsters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/30-06-08_2050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they are really huge! and the crabs underneath all the lobsters dont move. i think they are squashed by them. REALLY don't you think those pincers look scary :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was a bomb of a meal, but absolutely loved it (: haha oh yea, today the 3b class told me to bring raincoat, shower stuff and change of clothes on friday. i really really don't think i should go to school ;_;&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/5294104762766454919-695264816836057876?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/695264816836057876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=695264816836057876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/695264816836057876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/695264816836057876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-treat-by-parents.html' title='Birthday treat by parents (:'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r144/feliciatqs/blog/th_30-06-08_1920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5294104762766454919.post-8726000235355167301</id><published>2008-07-01T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:30:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HAHA hello poor confused people who saw my previous blog. i found the name too sappy. haha it sounds so primary school, when everyone was superduper emo about everything. so i changed! and yea its quite weird isnt it. bob-bing. cause the people in school call me bob (for some absurd reason) and (: being me would be bobbing! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;irene: yay thank you!!! :D well i love how you look now. do come back soon k, then we can go out and have lunch or smth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chit: HAHA I STILL HAVE THE OLD CBOX ACCOUNT THE TAGS WERE HILARIOUS. yes i miss those days, do you know exactly how many names we have in total???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheryl: HELLO BABE. i miss you too, please come visit us soon. ): haha really! why! im fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;henry: im sure!!! you ah, ready to top the level in othello? btw, how did you find your way here! amazing. do yknow i didnt even started reading othello. whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didnt get back any results today. thats good. its been a good day :D haha i passed marese her buddy present today and she loved it ^^ but lessons were crazyyyyy. we had a five period block, starting with civics, then econs tutorial, then 3 damn lectures back to back. i think most of the other classes in my lectures have the same kinda timetable. its crazy! tomorrow i have a five hour period thingy again. bleah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday's dinner was a blast (: we went for raku's ala carte buffet. its a jap restaurant. and i will post the pics, as well as some other random ones, when i figure out how to use the photo uploader at blogger ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worked out at the gym today after the useless PE session that we had. haha was actually running but i got tired so we went to do like. very little weights, cycled, and finally went back onto the threadmill again. super unfit ): saw simon there, he got a new phone! haha the school gym is quite nice la. just... a little stinky &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i need to go and shower. ciao, will upload pics later (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-8726000235355167301?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/8726000235355167301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=8726000235355167301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/8726000235355167301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/8726000235355167301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/haha-hello-poor-confused-people-who-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5294104762766454919.post-5557233127983339455</id><published>2008-07-01T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:05:21.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I started blogging when I was in primary 5. I was using diaryland then. I was still using diaryland when everyone converted to blogger. The name sounded really weird. Then at my 500th diaryland post, I switched to Livejournal, but I had a major problem with it. I had no idea how to work the layouts of lj, so I stuck with boring wallpapers throughout the time I was there. My lj died in my sec4 year, and never really revived. Now, i'm keen on blogging again (actually more keen on creating layouts), so i decided to give blogger a shot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I created the layout myself! Cause its supposedly summertime, and although we're in school slogging half our lives away, its still a fun time. um, you'd find that some of the slots are quite empty, thats because i lost all the links of my friends' blogs when i switched to lj, so if you'd kindly leave a comment with the link to your blog/lj, i'd be able to link you! the 2nd tab is supposed to be my 'profile' but i don't really know what to write there. so i decided to add a little montage of who i am! the 3rd tab is the tagboard, the 4th is supposed to be the links page, and the 5th is what i'm up to every month. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was the first day of the second week back in school. everyone's still quite high/low from the end of cts and back to school idea. personally, i missed school during june hols. i definitely don't miss the workload, but i'm glad to see my friends, hang out at the dance table/studio with the dancers, etc. the results of our common tests are not out yet, though some classes have gotten their physics/history papers. i know for sure that i'd fail geog and econs &lt;-- thats for certain, but i thought i did decently for math and lit :\ ah well. it IS the first cts anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently i'm waiting for my bro to come home. My parents are bringing us (including my bro's gf) out for my birthday dinner at this posh jap restaurant called raku. (: i'm quite excited about my upcoming birthday, but am a little apprehensive because, koh jianying knows about it, as well as the other terrors of the 3B class. they happily advised me to stay home on that day. maybe i should. ;_; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just realised blogger has all the nice html options that lj has. saves us all the trouble. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok my brother's back. haha my first-blog-post-in-a-very-long-time has been written in quite a held-back way. probably cause i've not blogged for such a long time. as mentioned above. will post pictures of the birthday dinner! (: ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5294104762766454919-5557233127983339455?l=bob-bing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/feeds/5557233127983339455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5294104762766454919&amp;postID=5557233127983339455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5557233127983339455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5294104762766454919/posts/default/5557233127983339455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bob-bing.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-started-blogging-when-i-was-in.html' title='First Post!'/><author><name>Felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207162562119937723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
