<?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-7281061</id><updated>2011-07-03T23:57:15.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenched</title><subtitle type='html'>My Blog... ya... then wad do u think it is?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-2735077145784197510</id><published>2008-08-15T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:02:10.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mikesoldiestoo.com/artist/artistb/Beatles/stopthief1118200411/aharddaysnight.wav"&gt;http://www.mikesoldiestoo.com/artist/artistb/Beatles/stopthief1118200411/aharddaysnight.wav&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikesoldiestoo.com/artist/artistb/Beatles/stoptheif1118200411/holdhand.wav"&gt;http://www.mikesoldiestoo.com/artist/artistb/Beatles/stoptheif1118200411/holdhand.wav&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-2735077145784197510?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/2735077145784197510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=2735077145784197510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/2735077145784197510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/2735077145784197510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2008/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-4894075446652389170</id><published>2008-04-22T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:04:00.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C'est La Vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since like 1 year ago when my router died on me i kinda lost the motivation to blog.... cos i have to come into my bro's room and i dont have much pics in his com anyway... yarh so that pretty much explains the lack of pictures in my recent entries....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my off day and i basically have nothing to do... I was reading through my previous entries and wonder if i can find anything to blog about today... then i tot of updating u guys.... that i'll be moving to Tampines by the end of this year cos my brother is getting married soon..... whoopee... and Miss Low Chiou Jiing.... please get ready your proposal for my room design! HAHAHA.... Miss you loads girl.... can't wait for june!! KUAI DIAN HUI LAIIII....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update man... except that my family is getting pretty crazy over Wii lately. I didnt realise the impact till i woke up for work one day and see my dad playing tennis with my TV.. hah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Kaelyn is getting cuter (fatter) and cuter and she can turn her body left and right already... and when i 'chit chat' with her in my high pitch act cute voice she'll scream back using the same tone and cover my mouth with the tiny hand hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day i was on the cab with Fab and i told him this little 'secret' of mine. I always have the urge to open the car door when the car is travelling at high speed. I had this feeling since primary school... i think i first experience it on my P sch bus and i stared at the emergency exit for the longest time, wondering if i should open it. Thankfully... i did not do it... Not sure if u experience it before but i know i'm not alone cos a uni friend of mine did that before too... but he was drunk then... hah... this piece of 'news' kinda scared the bf and he say he's gg make sure he locks all the door when im in the car hah!  Anyway..... i think it's cos i'm claustrophobic...so that's not seriously alarming lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am experiencing something that i cant explain right now. I suddenly feel that someone familiar has became unfamiliar... a stranger. Like... i totaly dont know anything about him but on the other hand i know i do... and im getting pretty irritated by the fact that i am losing control. This is alarming to me. I hope the feeling goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah... end of story (ies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-4894075446652389170?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/4894075446652389170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=4894075446652389170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/4894075446652389170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/4894075446652389170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2008/04/cest-la-vie.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-5787862539074863150</id><published>2008-04-08T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:56:20.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I seriously think that if someone spend their entire life trying to achieve something... at the end of it he or she will feel pretty stupid when they finally achieve what they really want. Ok lar it depends on what you're achieving yeah? But what i mean is really going ALL out to achieve it. At the end of it, you gain something.... but you'll lose other important things for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Work for example... you try so hard to please your boss. You work extra hard when she's around. U make sure the boss doesnt see you making mistakes or you make sure you blame the others before ppl start pointing fingers are you. Yes. Maybe boss will start to like you. But hey, don't you think its quite sad? you make so many ppl hate you just to make 1 person like you. Mmmm ok maybe im not ambitious enough. But like i mentioned in my opening line. I don't want to spend all my life trying to achieve 1 goal. That doesnt mean i dont work hard at all. Just that i make sure i work hard happily and willingly... and not achieving just by stepping on people's shoulder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Your family members are the very first group of people u live with. and they are usually the one you take for granted. Very often, they at the first group of people u 'pang seh' when u have other commitments. and at the same time... they are the first group of people who'll rush to your side when you're in trouble and the only group of people who'll forgive youtime and again. So is it right to say that there are other things most important than family? No. For me that is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Achieving something may not mean achieving something great or something noble. It can be something stupid or totally pointless. Everyone is guilty of that every now and then. Sometimes you say or do things deliberately just to spite someone. Yeah maybe you really succeed in doing so. But what's the point? You really feel good doing so? If saying hurtful things or making insulting remarks to people whom you call friends makes you feel better. You fail terribly at life. Cos for all you know. You'll end up with zero friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Life is never fair. but instead of dwelling on this fact and trying to put other people down to make yourself feel better, why dont you try making your life better by improving at your end? Putting others down will only make you even more pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If you want a better life. If you wanna achieve more. Please wake up your bloody idea and do constructive things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;End of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-5787862539074863150?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/5787862539074863150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=5787862539074863150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/5787862539074863150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/5787862539074863150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2008/04/pondering.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-7378577299632874674</id><published>2005-11-12T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T01:22:40.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.. it willl probably seem like nothing to me but it somehow mean a lot to me. lemme tell u what i did today... I woke up at long hours in bed and rushed down to orchard to meet Mr Kang for lunch at the new Wisma foodcourt... don't ask me why.. but Mr Kang seem to be very excited about the NEW foodcourt hahaha.. Yes... i remember telling almost everyone that i hate going to town on weekends... i am sure many of you will agree with me right? damn crowded can! and i really remember that Orchard was the high class place meant for rich people... haha i mean when i was young lah... last time my mom used to bring us to Parkway parade or Bedok interchange... or sometimes City Plaza... Orchard was like a once in a year thing... we go there to take photo! hahahaha wha lau damn diu lian to say this now hahaha... i have a lot of photos in taken in Orchard road... i even brought a bear bear to take photo hahaha yes yes sua ku me.. hahaha... ok back to the topic..yah when on earth did orchard road become soooo crowded... sigh... but today was rather different haha cos the sun is shining and the grass is green. hahaha no la.. actually its jus a very normal lunch with Mr Kang but it was a happy and peaceful one. it did cross my mind that when this happens we usually end up arguing etc etc. but gladly we didnt haha. Had Tepanyakki for the first time in my life today. At Wisma food court... it was okay lah... but it was bit too ex for a food court haha... Mr Kang paid for it anw hahaha so heck lah hahaha.. i wasted all the tow gay and veggie... and he tried his best to eat more liao... but the amt of plants on my plate were really too overwhelming hahaha i wished roomie was around hahahah she is a veggie vacuum cleaner. hohoho.. Shopped around for awhile in cold storage (that was the only not so crowded place ma) and bought some nice looking donuts.. and decided to go back home to watch vcd hahaha.. drop by whitesands to buy some ingredient to cook dinner... and braved an ultra heavy downpourn reached home... watch 50 first date. i wanted to watch it in the cinema... but dunno why i didnt go in the end... forgotten why lar... its quite a nice show leh. can borrow the dvd from me if you want. Then we cooked dinner together. That's something diff abt Mr Kang. He'll help me if he's not watching soccer. unlike my bro and many many other guys. So cooked dinner together and Siti was pretty amazed by our cooking speed hahah 20 mins to complete cooking our dinner for 3 hehe. and then we just nua on the couch and watched soccer (Yay! Liverpool Won! Gerrard is so cute.. maybe i should jus drop Owen... he jus dun look nice in black and white)... Yep that's all. nothing big and dramatic. but i feel that no arguments, no unhappiness just a simple day together makes me happy. soemtimes, this type of days scares me a bit cos when everything goes well, something "bad" will eventually happen by the end of the day.. it really happens all the time. But heng, today end off happily. Mr Kang even won some money from betting soccer haha. Do i sound like some useless xiao nu ren huh? no lar. well im just in a pretty good mood to blog and i feel that i have to blog abt the nice side of Mr Kang ma hahaha... if not all the pple who read my blog will probably hate him. HAHA.. laa laa laa.. ok lastly.... if anyone of you reading this have temp jobs.... PLEASE INTRO ME SOME!!! I am damn bored... wasting my hols doing stupid surveys... good money tho hahaha... but i really need to work... as in realy physically WORk hahha... GIVE ME SOME JOBBB boo hoo.. tuition? Road show? Maid? ARGH find me horrrr.... i want good pay tho HAHAHa... ok i gotta go slp now.... cousin's wedding tea ceremony tmr... dont wanna doze off there(yeah pls imagine how many cups of tea they have to offer.. i have 10 uncles and aunties.. plus the other side relative distant relative awww...) ... ZZZZzzzZZZzzzzzzZZZzzz... i wonder how many times i'm gonna snooze tmr morning... hoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-7378577299632874674?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/7378577299632874674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/7378577299632874674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112542268971392787</id><published>2005-08-31T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:52.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/1600/Moved_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="335" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/400/Moved_jpg.jpg" width="459" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/1600/moved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/400/moved.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes yes i've moved!!!! Changed a new blog address and a brand new skin~~~ laa laa laaa~~~ What's my blog address? Didnt i tell you on msn already? No? ask me ask me~~ but if i dun reply.... hahahahaha.... it'll be because i do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; want &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; to read my blog from this moment lorrrr~~~~ You can still come back n read whatever that is here over and over again for all you want~~ laa laa laa~~ tra laa laa~~ Before i go~ thanks all darlings for reading my blog frequently ok~~ if in one way or another i forgot to inform you abt my new add... mus ask me ok... heee~~~&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;Miss Leow Peiyi~~~ Msg me on msn laaaa dun block me leh! hahaha.... tra laa laa~~~ all TK ppl who still read my blog are still welcome to ask for my address hor.... TK ppl hor i didnt say tpjc hohohoho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112542268971392787?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112542268971392787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112542268971392787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112542268971392787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112542268971392787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-yes-ive-moved-changed-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361546549952579</id><published>2005-08-10T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:52.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Draco Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALright.... i just got the pics not too long ago.. that's why im only posting it now la~ Well here's my OG... a group of very boring and not happening people. They are a group of rather quiet ppl who are not really used to shouting n doing funny things in front of people. these are the people who others consider "buay on" or "sian" type of freshie. BUT, i love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes my freshies arent as pretty or as handsomeo as muscular as slim as tall whatever, but they are a lovely group of sincere people. I really enjoyed myself with them, it's the very peaceful type of happiness.... no lovey stories no scandals no hatred within the group... so of course u can also guess that we are not competitive at all lah.... we still cheat a lot tho.... HAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and before u look at the picture.... please start by scrolling all the way down... that's the order mah~ =) alright enjoy.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361546549952579?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361546549952579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361546549952579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361546549952579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361546549952579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/draco-story-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361511140258071</id><published>2005-08-10T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:52.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/CIMG0318.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/CIMG0318.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final photo to end this blog. I really love my OG. =) Happy Happy... glad that i went for this camp. Alright u can read the 1st post liao hahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361511140258071?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361511140258071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361511140258071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361511140258071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361511140258071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-final-photo-to-end-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361500665253907</id><published>2005-08-10T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:52.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/sss.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/sss.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's a picture of the FOC babe... just in case u're wondering who ma... chio hor.. whahaha... as u can see.. i love her a lot man. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361500665253907?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361500665253907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361500665253907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361500665253907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361500665253907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-heres-picture-of-foc-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361494039355131</id><published>2005-08-10T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/CIMG0328.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/CIMG0328.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Draco's Hunk and Babe... they didnt win.... well~ but i think they rocks la~ Leonard n Joy btw... and they're wearing sponsored clothes... from my home. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361494039355131?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361494039355131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361494039355131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361494039355131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361494039355131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-with-dracos-hunk-and-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361482380377339</id><published>2005-08-10T03:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/CIMG0132.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/CIMG0132.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fan. I'm used to having fans ard lah.... ??????? hahaha...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361482380377339?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361482380377339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361482380377339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361482380377339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361482380377339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-fan.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361478001406564</id><published>2005-08-10T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/CIMG0133.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/CIMG0133.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar 2. but look at his reluctant expression.... hahaha.... someone mus have forced him.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361478001406564?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361478001406564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361478001406564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361478001406564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361478001406564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/liar-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361473379347976</id><published>2005-08-10T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/CIMG0134.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/CIMG0134.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361473379347976?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361473379347976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361473379347976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361473379347976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361473379347976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/liar-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361468841118695</id><published>2005-08-10T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/P1010136.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/P1010136.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the scary INITIATION.... *Evil Laughter*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361468841118695?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361468841118695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361468841118695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361468841118695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361468841118695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/then-came-scary-initiation.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361461980618122</id><published>2005-08-10T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/P1010088.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/P1010088.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha~ the 3 chio bus and 2 yan daos... hahahah check out Sin Tat's floury mouth hohoho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361461980618122?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361461980618122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361461980618122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361461980618122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361461980618122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/haha-3-chio-bus-and-2-yan-daos.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361422730800387</id><published>2005-08-10T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/P1010017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/P1010017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruishan Qiugui and MR Cheng san (Please remember this face. He will be mentioned later.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361422730800387?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361422730800387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361422730800387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361422730800387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361422730800387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/ruishan-qiugui-and-mr-cheng-san-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361406844545406</id><published>2005-08-10T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/P1010005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/P1010005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna guess who we're imitating? hohoho..... ps: only ex/current hall 14 pple will know lah hor... give u some clue... from left to right... "LL, ZY, HX"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361406844545406?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361406844545406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361406844545406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361406844545406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361406844545406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/wanna-guess-who-were-imitating-hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361399548244556</id><published>2005-08-10T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/P1010002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/P1010002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us high up at NANYANG HOUSE! yipeee~~~ oh man i miss those days....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361399548244556?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361399548244556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361399548244556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361399548244556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361399548244556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/us-high-up-at-nanyang-house-yipeee-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361387129784306</id><published>2005-08-10T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/P1010104.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/P1010104.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco and the ???? pose... ho ho ho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361387129784306?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361387129784306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361387129784306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361387129784306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361387129784306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/draco-and-pose.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361369350166551</id><published>2005-08-10T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/P1010076.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/P1010076.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeewwww.... i dun think Winnie will see this lah hor hohoho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361369350166551?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361369350166551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361369350166551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361369350166551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361369350166551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/eeeeewwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361364578041959</id><published>2005-08-10T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/P1010075.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/P1010075.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... lucky girl right.... so close to TPJC's ex prom king... hoho..... wait first... see what happened to her....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361364578041959?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361364578041959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361364578041959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361364578041959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361364578041959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112361344252529208</id><published>2005-08-10T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:51.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/P1010048.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/P1010048.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco on first day of camp... see we all look so shy right ho ho ho....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112361344252529208?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112361344252529208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112361344252529208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361344252529208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112361344252529208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/draco-on-first-day-of-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112312451399779623</id><published>2005-08-04T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick one&lt;br /&gt;ALright a quick one before i go for tutorial.... and cos i'll probably forget what i dream abt aftter lesson.... can someone tell me what does it mean when u dream of a gd fren doing things u dun like... 2 days in a row....? yes u know who u are hor... so i shall not name u.. haha.. i dreamt of my gd fren repeatedly rying to irritate me n pissing me off and she seem to enjoy doing it.... i dunno why i kept dreaming abt this type of things... why huh? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright~ was reading the blog of a lil gal gal~ and found this.... just decided to do it and realised that it's rather true. for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;1. You are walking to your boy/girlfriend's house.&lt;br /&gt;There are two roads to get there.&lt;br /&gt;One is a straight path to take you there quickly, but very boring.&lt;br /&gt;The other is significantly longer but is full of wonderful sights and interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you take to get to your significant other's house, short or long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On the way you see two rose bushes.&lt;br /&gt;One is full of red roses, the other full of white.&lt;br /&gt;You decide to pick 20 roses for your boy/girlfriend of any on color or two color combination. What number of white and/or red do you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You finally get to their house. A family member answers the door.&lt;br /&gt;You can have the familymember get your boy/girlfriend or go get them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Which do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You go up to your boy/girlfriend's room, but nobody is there.&lt;br /&gt;You decide to leave the roses.&lt;br /&gt;Do you leave them by the windowsill or on the bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Later, it's time for bed. You and your boy/girlfriend sleep in separate rooms.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when it's time to wake up, you go into his/her room and check on him/her. When you arrive, do you prefer him/her to be awake or asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Now it's time to go back home. Do you take the short, plain or more interesting road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning Of Love Test-----------------------------------------------------------------------1. The road represents your attitude towards falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You chose the short road--you fall in love quickly and easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose the long road--you take your time and do not fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The number of red roses represents how much you give in a relationship, while the number of white represents what you expect in return&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.(20 red roses... omg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This question represents your attitude towards handling relationship problems.You like to get the person yourself--you are a more direct person and like to work out problems immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You asked the family member to get your significant other--you like to avoid problems and hope that they will solve themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The placement of the roses determines how much you like to see your boy/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You want to place the roses on the bed--you like to see him/her a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to place the roses by the windowsill-- you are alright with not seeing him/her much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This represents your attitude towards his/her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You prefer the person to be asleep--you love the person as the way s/he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer the person to be awake--you expect the person to change for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The road to home tells how long you stay in love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You chose the longer road--you will tend to stay in love for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You chose the short road--you fall out of love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well dunno if it works for u... it sounded quite true to me la.... sigh. dunno if its good or bad... =) off for lesson i shall go~~ laa laa laa laa laa laa laa laa laa laa laa~(smurfs tune~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112312451399779623?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112312451399779623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112312451399779623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112312451399779623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112312451399779623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/quick-one-alright-quick-one-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112289817632191649</id><published>2005-08-01T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Heart Breaking Issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just in case you wondered... the same old problem didnt stop bothering me. i am still very affected by it. problem is left unsolved. case is not close. so many things happened.... and of course, i realised many things... trust is not the sole limiting factor to this relationship, another important issue is communication. endless msn/sms arguing sessions wears us both, i feel that it'll only strain the relationship further and what's worse? problems are not solved. everyone is left hurt/unhappy/vexed/devastated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i realised that it is not easy to get over something that people consider a small thing. it probably differ among people bah. cant get over it doesnt mean i am kicking up a fuss abt it....i jus know the same old thing will affect me, in the mean time, i am jus trying to walk out of it... u gotta really learn to accept it and forgive and forget....that is when u're ready to start everything again... this is what i think. if the same old problem is still affecting u, u try to avoid it, not think of it, eventually it'll still affect u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so many things happened that i realised what is my achilles' heel. but im not telling u lah. haha. we are born different from on another... so sometimes, u cant expect people to fully understad what you're thinking and do things that u expect them to do ya? same goes for me, it affect me i wont deny, so dun get so puzzled abt why i cant get over a small thing, it's jus me, if i tell u im not affect, wouldnt that be lying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for now, everything is paused. i didnt want that to happen. but i reckon that's the best way out for now. 2 agitated person will never solve the problem. i guess i need time to really cool down and think of what i want and what to do. the bottom line is, i want everyone to be happy. but most of all, i want myself to be happy. so yup.... im fine now..... i am finding my faith... in almost everything... life is nv so incomplete for me.. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After i get over everything....I AM GONNA CHANGE MY BLOG ADD! darlings i will inform u all.... i jus need to get rid of some ultimate FEMALE kaypohs who cannot stop reading my blog!! GET LOST!!!! shall i name my darlings? alright.... kaylii evon yingying ruishan shanyi alicia huishan joanna howchun desmond because donny kw hailing eric kk gugu huiling meng tk peepz chicken sis mr kang. if you dont see your name here.... GET A LIFE AND STOP READING MY BLOG... you're such a kaypoh... bleah!!! hope u step on shit tmr!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112289817632191649?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112289817632191649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112289817632191649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112289817632191649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112289817632191649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/08/heart-breaking-issues-just-in-case-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112248379751167085</id><published>2005-07-28T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Photo Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a series of saddening and complicated post. let's just be positive... cos im gonna summarize my 1 month activities using a series of pics....i left my attachment company BASF feeling really sad.... and here's a pic of the person i most she bu de... Chee Seng...otherwise known as Shaun... a very bubbly and cheerful guy who really made my internship so enjoyable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/1600/Ah%20chi%20kiak003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/320/Ah%20chi%20kiak003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moved back to hall on Sunday and look at the mess miss lim created that night.... well its not her fault... but ya.... it was really very horrible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/1600/Ah%20chi%20kiak006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/320/Ah%20chi%20kiak006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/1600/Ah%20chi%20kiak007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/320/Ah%20chi%20kiak007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/1600/Ah%20chi%20kiak008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3755/440/320/Ah%20chi%20kiak008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and my room was in a mess...but i managed to pack within a day la...thank god... just in time for my last and final FOC... it was fun (anyway.... some prob with the photo uploading thingy... so no more pics...will try to upload some soon)... love my quiet but on OG.... glad that everyone had fun la~ =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skipping the part abt the sad news.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sch reopened... finally... but first lecture kinda sucked lah... cos it was Gerald Gonzales and his grandfather stories again...he really loves me n i hope he dun call my during le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cture anymore... so sick of answering questions in lecture...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today is a happy day...cos it was the first Draco outing... i was 45 mins late hahaha cos i went to hand in my PA report.. hoho.... so we set of to ikea for lunch..... had lovely meatballs... curry chicken...chicken wings... yummy... and was very eager to go shop.... that all of us finished our food quite quickly... haha.... here's a series of bo liao pics that we took haha.... it's really fun to shop with them... cos the guys are very supportive hahah and the gals are alll crazy shoppers ... jus like me.... we'll jus pick something up n think seriously what can we do with it instead of whether we need it or not haha... so it's really fun la....不知不觉。。。we bought 3 trolley full of barangss hahaha and FORTUNATELY.... we met meng n leon there!!! woohoo haha... cos mr handsome nice lovely leon drove our stuffs back to hall... yah...so that means we had more time for the outing la~~ headed to queenstown to shop shop... 4 of us bought slippers .... like it v much hahaha.... then took bus to Orchard Lido to watch The Island... guess the movie was pretty good according to Leonard haha... but it was defintely torturous for me n Amos who slept late last night... n we kept falling asleep during the movies... outing ended with dinner at Scotts and a enjoyable mrt ride back... =) thank you draco for making my day so lovely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I look forward to more outings.... this time round yy n rs must come ok! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112248379751167085?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112248379751167085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112248379751167085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112248379751167085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112248379751167085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/07/photo-journal-after-series-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112231536109247574</id><published>2005-07-26T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched my cousin Amos walked down the aisle holding his wife last night. they looked really xing fu. it made me wonder if i will smile so happily like Sheline.. not everyone will be blessed with eternal happiness... or rather... not one can actually be happy eternally i guess.. cos like the title of my blog... no one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going through a long and dark tunnel. i am very scared... i can hear you all cheering me on. but i can only depend on myself to get out of it. it feels really terrible. at one point i really wished that i dun exist at all.. truth is always cruel. maybe it wont be cruel to some. but it is definitely cruel to me. sitting down n sorting out my thoughts is very impossible now. cos i dun have the strength to think. my world is in a terrible mess. i am thankful you guys made an effort to pop by my room to talk to me. i really felt like crying each time i talk to u all... but crying in front of u all seem quite hard as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know one day when i am fine... i look back.. i will find this a total waste of time. why did i spend so long crying over something that can be solved eventually. but look, at this very moment, it is not solved. and i am not the only person suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wished nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;can someone turn back the time?&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;too bad for me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust is my nightmare now. cos this word is disappearing ffrom my world. i realised i cant trust anyone. u tell A something and tell A not to tell anyone. A will go tell B and tell B not to tell anyone. eventually, everyone will know. in the process... the message gets distorted... so when the final message reaches its intended recepient, it may be intepreted differently. keeping things to yourself will not help... but trusting ppl too easily wont help either. i gotta learn how to control and balance i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now. poeple... stop discussing my relationship. u know who u are. (not u all darlings)it's really none of your business. jus keep ur mouth shut n concentrate on acting nice to me. i wont trust u again. i've learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the mattter in another pespective. maybe it was jus a harmless talk..... but if the messenger decides to sow discord, harmless messages can become horrible... i wish all these bitches will burn in hell. hope their boobs will rot well they probably dun have boobs.. i hope they'll step on shit everyday n eat shit eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i sound like i hate everyone now? i feel so too... but i love my mom still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112231536109247574?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112231536109247574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112231536109247574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112231536109247574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112231536109247574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-watched-my-cousin-amos-walked-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112214056976738911</id><published>2005-07-24T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pek Chekdity Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is not gonna be about foc...but pek chek really describes how i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me pek chek? when i have sth to say. when i found out something. but for some reason i cant say. i know by saying out.... many things will change. what can i do? shut up&gt; keep it to myself? sigh. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a relationship. there must be trust. so if there's no trust, we mus try to build trust. along the way...many things will happen... so trust will either increase or decrease... for my case.... it had been decreasing. hence, it has reached a stage that i realised that it will not last if this goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is definitely not right to chk on your partner. it is not right to doubt your partner. but when things happens. when the first thing happns and trust level decrease. there will be a precedent that u'll always fall back to. u know that he mgiht make the same mistake again, u start to feel insecure. so when sth happen... u'll probe ito it. i wish i didnt probe. i merely saw the subject line. instinct told me it isnt simple. so i looked on. indeed. it scares me. everything became so strange, so distant. that i start to feel scared.... all the things tht i have been considering might come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there's no trust.. a relationship wont last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if you'll read this. but i jus know i am typing this with a clear mind right now. at least for now. i know i cant trust u. i am a easily jealoused gf. actually, jus ask any girl, in this situation, i am sure none will say they wont mind. if anyone say they'll not mind, they'll be lying. all girls gets jealous, the main difference is whether they wanna show it or not. simple as that. for me, big things small things i'll get jealous. i've learned to try to accept n not be petty over small things. but if big things happens too often. it is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no attached guys in the right mind will do this.  no girlfriends will accept this too. it may be a small thing to u but it is a big thing to me. cos it isnt the first time this had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u may continue to harp on the fact that i checked on you. but if you do not have anything for me to chk on, nothing will happen. furthermore, i swear i didnt have that intention when i signed into hotmail, ur mailbox jus appeared. as ur gf, do u think i can not care when i see that email? i have no rights to chk on u. so i showed attitude. i didt know how to tell u. so thanks for getting angry n giving me a chace to tell u what bothered me. i know what i did bothers you too. maybe we're just not meant for each other. i've nv bring up the topic of breaking up before. today i did. cos i really did think thoroughly abt this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no u know. but for now, i really want to be left alone. please let me be alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112214056976738911?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112214056976738911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112214056976738911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112214056976738911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112214056976738911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/07/pek-chekdity-part-2-this-is-not-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112204788596694198</id><published>2005-07-22T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Post FOC Pek Chekdity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright... i shall start by telling u all that im feeling kinda pek chek cos foc ended for me.... i wish i did go back hall with them and for tmr's event somehow... cos i very she bu de my OG... so lemme tell u what happened over these 5 days that made me love my og so much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have any idea what kind of freshies i will have.... the only thing i knew was qiugui n sinda are gg to be in my og... that's all. first impression of draco 2005... is .... WTH! hahaha by looking at the freshies.... i felt that they look rather "sian" and switch off... some ppl even call draco "taf club" for obvious reasons... i need not explain this la hor... so seeing that other OGs are so enthu... i felt really sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 round of ice breaking... we went for our v first game of the camp... it's the around the campus hunt... 1st station had to be this stupid card passing station  hosted by 2 ultimate suckers. hahaha... jus 2 extremely er xin ppl lah...i think they shd get married. haha... the 2 programmers tried to sabo me.... and guess what? MY FRESHIES PROTECTED ME... =) well that was kinda like the first turning pt bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then over the few days...we built up a very special n close bond... 90% of the freshies are quiet ppl.... mostly introverts... so most of the times...the seniors are the one making noise(yes me me me...) and we received lotsa complains from programmers who repeated like 40 million times that Draco is very quiet.. but i really dun care u know? hehe.. cos i feel that as long as we are happy and getting along fine... why care? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny photo taking sessions.... indian poker... ti ti tiu... jokes.... "who are we" cheer.... sitting outside hall canteen and eating... squeezing together in 1 tiny chalet... singing yipee ya ya... lotsa fun memories... that i'll never gonna forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight... everyuthing ended for me... they're on their way back to sch for mini bash at nanyany staff club... i wish i could go too...... aiya shdnt have gone home! pek chek.... then at least i can spend 1 more day with them... sigh... altho we are constantly being complained by programmers for being quiet... altho many ppl laugh at our og ppl...  i love my og. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly cos i know... after today... i probably wont have a chance to go to foc already... the more saddening fact is that after today's camp... Draco will jus spilt and everyone will go to their respective blocks.. ok not really split.... tho' they'll come back together next yr lah... but i probably wont join next yrs camp bah... i am not like that you chun bu yao lian yucky sucker haha..  so yup... im feelling really empty now... argh. hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112204788596694198?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112204788596694198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112204788596694198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112204788596694198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112204788596694198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/07/post-foc-pek-chekdity-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112122561065810679</id><published>2005-07-13T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Ultimate Bimbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just how stupid Bimbo Yoong Ying Ying can get...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BIMBO YINGYING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hi everyone... i'm in a good mood today for no reason.... hahahhahahahahha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mabel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; im in an alright mood...weather not very good today...yawn..&lt;br /&gt;2 more days....da jia jia you..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruishan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; im in a tired mood... just wanna slppppp&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIMBO YINGYING:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PA is ending soon so let us just all be happieee&lt;br /&gt;mabel 31: wad are u all buying for ur bosses?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mi tang men~~~ why today so late haven start emailing??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mabel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we did ah... u nv receive??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no wor :( dont have my email isit?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mabel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tell u all a joke. i went to the pantry...n 1 guy came up to me&lt;br /&gt;hey hi~ you're new here? my name is Ken&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *stunned* i am quite old here&lt;br /&gt;hahaahaha.... he's manager form the other department lah but we shared&lt;br /&gt;pantry i saw him a couple of times liao leh hahaha.... then i told him that this week is my last week liao he alsolaugh hahaa... so blur anw he wasnt trying to pick me up or anything my co. ppl always self intro when they see new faces one&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everyone in the pantry laughed when i told him that im quite old&lt;br /&gt;hahahaah... the pantry auntie said " ni 21 sui er yi, na li hui old"&lt;br /&gt;then another lady gasped when she heard 21. alright so i am still young yipee~&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BIMBO YINGYING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I bought a test-tube thingy now i'm thinking wad to put inside. Sighs stacey got make things for them so i bo bian i also have to make. i thought of putting colourful sweets inside and then write them a note tt is related to the sweets. maybe sth like hope ur life will be jus as colourful as the sweets or sth lar. trying to put some meaning to it. Tell me if u all got any other ideas hor hahahah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mabel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; u put ur pi sai in your testtube for your boss n tell him hope ur life will be as smelly and sticky like my pi sai&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BIMBO YINGYING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahahahaha mabel u v funny leh!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;31:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; still wondering why she didn’t receive emails from us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BIMBO YING YING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i sent to LIM0003@ntu.edu.sg instead of LIN&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BIMBO YINGYING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahaah i cant help but think i am really stupid&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  YES Ying Ying u’re really stupid lor… I took out 1 section of our mass email content about MR D haha… imagine how that person will react. Alright…. Ppl who dunno what gg on… apparently we were emailing each other at work like we always did…. N this Miss Bimbo Yoong had to enter wrong email address for 31… instead of LINS she typed LIMS so everything we typed went to someone else lah. We’ve checked his/her identity…. LIM SIEW CHOON NTU EEE yr 2 gg on year 3. SCARY!!! Hahahaha….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112122561065810679?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112122561065810679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112122561065810679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112122561065810679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112122561065810679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/07/ultimate-bimbo-just-how-stupid-bimbo.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112112997838495174</id><published>2005-07-12T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men just suck don't they?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ok i shall not be too influenced by my feminist darlings... but i really think SOME men suck big time lor. read the news yesterday... i have no idea why Huang na's news seem to atttract my attention all the time...but i know i truly ke lian her. she is jus a innocent 9 yr old girl... shd don't deserve to die.... even if she have to die... she shouldnt be murdered.... and she shouldnt be dumped and everyone took so long to find her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and that f***ing loser sucker whatever ah hao had to rape her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She trusted him cos he is nice to everyone. a mr nice guy in everyone's eyes. Now what this mr nice guy did... he was so sweet... he played hide and seek with her and lured her into the storeroom with mangoes. stripped her naked and raped her. After satisfying his needs, he decided to kill her cos he didnt want to let anyone know abt it. he covered her mouth n nose until she lose concious. he stepped on her repeatedly. threw her into a box n dumped it down the hills at telok blahgah. when he dumped the box, huang na was still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah hao should be creamated alive. how can anyone be so cruel? i was so disgusted when i read it. can u imagine what went thru the little girl's mind when she was raped. she probably dun even know what's going on. the elder brother she trusted did that to her. he didnt even kill her. he let her die so torturously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All along i didnt know that she was raped before she died... so that's why i was kinda sad when i read the newspaper last night... why would she have to die so tragically? just becos the bian tai scker wanted to satisfy himself. go to geylang and look for prostitute u sucker!!! well u probably wont have the chance cos u'll be burned 2 zillion times in hell. when u tou tai(ok i dunno hwo to spell) u'll become a prostitute with aids cancer kidney failure whatever. you have a wife.... why do u have to target this little girl.... men jus suck dont they.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112112997838495174?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112098510675322193</id><published>2005-07-10T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawn.... i love weekends.... you can slp till u happy then u wake up.... u can do whatever u like.... you can go back to slp if you want to.... you can surf net without fearing that anyone will spot u playng games......... and 1 more week... i will get to enjoy this.... yuhoo...... i dunno if im gonna feel sad but for now...im looking forward to the end of my PA.... ok next week im gonna be a good girl.... darlings will know what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a horrible girl.... all becos ying rs 31 n huishan's bad influence... hahahaha.... we're into project S(tunt)....a dn i think my collection lost to huishan lah....but far better than 31 ying n rs...... cos they dun really have a  lot of choice there....hmmm lemme see........ 5 highlighters..... 4 black markers....a lot of post sticks that i lost count....... a lot of pen i lost count too..... a lot of files.... i really lost count.... few boxes of thumbtacks n paperclips...... 8 pkt of stapler bullets.... 6 sticks of uhu glue.... 1 pkt of dividers.... 1 pkt of blue tack and 1 pkt of scotch tape....many envelopes.... 2 starwood note pads... 5 pkts of batteries(coutesy of huishan n candice).... printed exam papers for my entire yr 3... 6 yrs annual report of akira.... and their news releases for 3 yrs..... and some other related notes for fyp...... lect notes n tutorial notes for Mr kang's sem 1 module..... and a lot of couloured photos....5 pkt of A4 plain copier paper...1pkt of conquerer paper..... 47 cans of soft drinks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can remember lah if im sure i missed out some.... i am terrible i know i know. im gonna stop. after this week i will stop ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop cursing me or try to get freebies from me. im gg to open book shop when sch re open. come visit me n make your purchases... i will give  u discount if im in a good mood. laalaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112098510675322193?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112098510675322193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112098510675322193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112098510675322193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112098510675322193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/07/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112078916603584269</id><published>2005-07-08T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Birthday Dedication&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mr Tan Kay Wee&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 21st birthday u monkey~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...Enjoy yourself and dun u get me into trouble okkk hahaha walk on the street ppl glare at me i also dunno why man... K may all your birthday wishes come true and stay fat (whaha) and cheerful and hamsome and adorable and noisy and talkative always... as i type these i feel as tho i am describing myself!!! omg hahaha... k have fun~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112078916603584269?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112078916603584269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112078916603584269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112078916603584269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112078916603584269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/07/birthday-dedication-to-mr-tan-kay-wee.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112070742200496135</id><published>2005-07-07T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A series of Jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, ying sent me a link few mins ago Its Kennysia’s blog about some funny things lah. He made this comment about making an effort to blog about happy/funny stuffs… it’ll make u feel better(Roomie take note ah =)) so I tried to think abt some funny moments to blog about……. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joke 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bright Tuesday afternoon… I just went back to hall after my holiday in HK…me, ruishan n ying sat in my room to talk cock…and cos I bought tonnes of cheap stuffs from HK… n cos I told ying the price of most of the stuffs I bought b4 ruishan came up…. We started asking Ruishan to guess the price of each item… it wasn’t deliberate… for example… Ruishan went through the stuffs I bought… and went..”eh~ this bedsheet very cute…” and I went “Ni cai duo shao qian?”(Guess how much it cost?), n she’ll just guess lah… n after repeating this procedure for about 5 times…Miss Lim got very impatient and went “DUN KEEP ASKING ME TO GUESS LAR!!! JUS TELL ME THE PRICE!” hahaha so we kinda realised we are repeating the process unknowingly n tried to stop… BUT WE COULDN’T… hahaha dunno y also… after our HK talk cock session we talked about some GE stuffs n Ying took 1 huge stack of GE notes to sort out as we chit chatted… here comes the climax…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel: Wha~ u mean u have so many things to read for your GE ah… u printed this?&lt;br /&gt;Ying: ya lor a lot to read… no la I went to buy one&lt;br /&gt;Ruishan: that’s quite a big stack&lt;br /&gt;Ying: Ni Cai Duo Shao Qian?&lt;br /&gt;Ruishan: AAAAAAHHHHHH stop it!!! You all suck lor!&lt;br /&gt;Me n Ying: laughed till stomach cramp… cos we didn’t ask her the question deliberately hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;Dunno if u find it hilarious lah but when I think of it I just cannot stop laughing….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joke 2 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok tot of another joke involving a totally different group of people…. Me, Huishan and Candice. B4 I start my joke I shall explain that Candice is a naturally blur girl who’ll say v weird things w/o noticing anything wrong with it. Here’s the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Huishan:hmmm tmr eat what..&lt;br /&gt;Candice: ooh I wanna eat the bamboo rice&lt;br /&gt;Huishan: huh? where?&lt;br /&gt;Candice: Inside the bamboo lor&lt;br /&gt;Me, Huishan: erm…….&lt;br /&gt;Apparently…. Candice wasn’t trying to lame us, that is why it is really funny. Cos she thinks that what she said is correct n li suo dang ran. Huishan was trying to ask her where to find the place to buy the bamboo rice… not where exactly to find the rice… hoho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joke 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright shall think of another group of people to write about…ok this is about JC classmates… warning: you have to know a bit of chinese to understand this joke. It happened during my Chinese lesson in TPJC with my beloved Mdm Twu… she was giving out the usual assignments worksheet for us to do n then there wasn’t enough worksheets printed la….so Rubin n Zhongren had one 1 worksheet… both didn’t want to do the assignment so they were trying to offer each other the single piece of worksheet…&lt;br /&gt;Zhongren: u take la nvm…I am very nice one…u know the 孔子让梨 story… so I let u have it first…&lt;br /&gt;Rubin (Burst out laughing): What 孔子让梨..... ur chinese fail ah....... it’s 恐龙让梨 lah!&lt;br /&gt;(I was laughing when I heard 孔子让梨 already so 恐龙让梨 made me laugh even harder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mdm Twu: hai you all ah… ask u all to study hard dowan to study hard.. 孔融让梨 la… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha funny or not… not everyone laughed at that joke that day…. Either they nv hear or they dunno what so funny about it….but I am still laughing as I typed this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joke 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok last joke is about myself… I was at Watson after work…shopping for dunno what…I cant remember…… as I shopped…I chit chatted with Mr Desmond Lim on the phone…. Pls picture the scenario as u read the conversation ok…&lt;br /&gt;Desmond: (he said sth v stupid lah I cant remember)&lt;br /&gt;Mabel: Bo liao lah u. Ni yao bu yao wo slap ni&lt;br /&gt;Picture: me walking along the shelves n made a turn when I said “ni yao bu yao…” so as I was saying that sentence… I came face to face with this lady…who apparently got shocked by what I said… cos why would a gal wanna slap her….&lt;br /&gt;After seeing her shocked look I made it rather obvious that I am talking on the phone n continued talking as tho I dunno she was stunned by me la… *paiseh* hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright…. End of my jokes…will add more if I can think of more…. I had a good laugh as I typed these… so you guys should try that too =) Cheers~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112070742200496135?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112070742200496135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112070742200496135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112070742200496135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112070742200496135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/07/series-of-jokes-alright-ying-sent-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112057070009647521</id><published>2005-07-05T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you know that you're moving to a new stage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 July 2005&lt;br /&gt;MRT&lt;br /&gt;Chiobu M saw a cute little kindergarten gal on the train.... made some eye contact n smiled at her... she's really very cute... reminds me of Cayen... and when she alighted... "auntie bye bye" *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite some times ago&lt;br /&gt;Food Court&lt;br /&gt;A gal from VJC was q-ing in fornt of me..... n uncle asked her "LAI xiao mei yao shen me?" VJC gal said "Yu Yuan mian mee pok gan de, la jiao duo..."..... and then.... "Lai xiao jie, yao shen me?"&lt;br /&gt;well... if he didnt addresss the vjc gal xiao mei i think wouldnt be so affected hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago&lt;br /&gt;On a  Cab&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uncle Suntec"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "ECP/PIE?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ECP"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "qu zuo gong ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ya"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle:"(in mandarin) wha now economy no good hor... very hard to find job..blah blah... u work how many years liao"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "... ... ... ... erm... 2 months...."&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "just change job ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "... ... ... ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... ... ... ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... ... ... ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... ... ... ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... ... ... ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... ... ... ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... ... ... ... ...eh no i am still schooling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "masters ah? or doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "errrrrrrrrr no lah i am still in university 3rd year"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "huh? ni ji sui"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "21"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: "ORHHHHH u wear work wear i dunno how to differentiate lah hur hur hur hurhur hur."&lt;br /&gt;Me (thought to myself...) "HUR 你妈个头...."&lt;br /&gt;Uncle 为什么要这样伤害我！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALright... so when these awkward situations happens... u'll know man....but then again... EVERYONE in my company calls me 妹妹.... i love it man.. hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112057070009647521?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112057070009647521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112057070009647521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112057070009647521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112057070009647521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-do-you-know-that-youre-moving-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-112000764273255885</id><published>2005-06-29T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:50.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hello, My Name is Jocie Guo Mei Mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Alright..... b4 i start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;writing.... shall jus use dumbo to describe the people im gonna talk abt cos i have to protect ppl's identity coos they are really dumb.. ok someone comment that my blog was v sad...ok today shall be a non sad one. it might sound quite funny to u lar... but i dun find it v amusing myself... here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Incident 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Had dinner with fren 1 and dumbo and his dumbo gf. dumbo's gf was quite reserved when 3 of us talked non stop. n then we talked abt some songs n bo liao me started singing.. wo ai ni, ai zhe ni, jiu xiang lao shu ai da mi. dumbo gf gasped and went "eh! ni shi bu shi guo mei mei" fren 1 and dumbo brust out laughing and then dumbo agreed with her that i do sound like her... ya right.. tmd... if i really wanna cut album i will think of nicer name ok...what guo mei mei.. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%^%$"&gt;!@#$%^%$&lt;/a&gt;##! end of part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Incident 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Out with 3 frens... 1 of them brought a guy fren along... and that guy is another dumbo. this time round i didnt sing automatically okayyyy... my fren sang... wo ai ni...ai zhe ni... so i continued... jiu xiang lao shu ai da mi. n then dumbo guy pullled his fren to 1 side n asked "she sound like guo mei mei leh... n she looks like the comic gal on the album.. is she guo mei mei?" TAMADE!!! qi si wo qi si wo. So as u can expect... my fren laughed like mad n then i gave him the v serious look n went "yah...but due to promotional reasons i cannot tell ppl n then gotta use guo mei mei instead of my real name lor.. dun spread ok. will reveal identity when 2nd album comes out" dumbo gave the very stunned look i dunno if he believed me or not... i dun really care... BUT I AM MABELLINE LOW SZE MEI okokok!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Incident 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ok this one not really a dumbo... just a kiam pa fren haha... u know who u are... i had lunch with this gal n complained to her abt that incident... n then she said "eh chang lai ting ting leh" (HS its u dun guess) u want me to hum tum u or sth? i am complaining then u still ask me to sing.... eeek..ok the rest... dun say i nv warn u.. trying asking me to sing lao shu ai da mi. come la try lah haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Incident 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Alright this is a happier one. my new found twin kinda amused me after i complained to him abt the previous incidents. Ok no more reindeer..desmond shall be my twin. so we are alike in many many ways...but i am chio n he is ugly la that's the difference. hahahaa.. alright anywayyyyy... i told him.... ya right.. wo shi Jocie Guo Mei Mei... and he said "Actually, Wo Shi Ocean Ou De Yang "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;End Note: well.... i seriously dun think i sound like her at all.... anyway...i am 21... she's 16 i think.. dun shang my zi zun xin liao people.... say i sound like Sammi Cheng can? argh. ok... i make sure i dun sing lao shu ai da mi unnecessarily again.... and then... u say i look like someone.... pls relate me to human being lah... why relate me to this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/fccf.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/fccf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;End of story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-112000764273255885?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/112000764273255885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=112000764273255885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112000764273255885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/112000764273255885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-my-name-is-jocie-guo-mei-mei.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111985520468002725</id><published>2005-06-27T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's coming back. Well... its always there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i always thought that i am a very strong person. cos i dun cry very easily. but i realised strong doesnt mean u dun cry lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sigh.. when bad things happens... i have a strong ability to hold back my tears. but in some situations, i know i cant. i am only good at holding back tears and act as tho i am not affected at all. i am good at smiling even tho i feel like crying. i am good at hiding my feelings cos i dun wanna "attract attention" when im sad, when i cry, i rather no one sees me cry, cos if someone watch me cry, i think i'll cry even harder. yah..kaylii u seen it b4 ya. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright...why is Mabel so emotional today? cos i just read a blog... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mummyloveneverdies.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.mummyloveneverdies.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mummy's death is kinda like my archilles heel. cos i cried the moment i read her 1st post. i realised it is quite impossible to really aceept the fact that my mummy is gone. just like the author. sometimes i wish that it is just a nightmare. the reason why i am alive n coping fine is cos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that i forgot that my mom is not longer ard. i choose to think that she's jus awway and not dead. i choose to believe that she's always ard. i ama  taoist but i admit im not a very superstitious person... however... after my mom left, i became superstitious. u know when i feel really sad.. some moth or butterflies will appear? then yah...supersitious me will tell myself that mummy is here to comfort me. you'll probably feel that i am bo liao but i realised religion is an outlet for me to relieve this type of stressed. do u know sad it can be? you feel really sad... u know when u get home, u can complain to mummy. but when i get home i dun even see her. so i pray. i imagine she's sitting near me n listening to what i say, i wrote her letters thinking that she'll see them. deep down inside...i know she probably cant. but i couldnt stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss my mom. all the time... its been more than a yr but the pain hasnt subside 1 bit. i know that im wasting my time writing letters to her. but i will not stop. i dun wanna face the truth. hah... very complicated. but i guess i'll continue doing this. like i always said... i cannot live without my mom. even till now, i imagine she can read all the letters i wrote for her. all the email i sent her. all the things i burned for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there was once... ying was really upset n she asked me over to her room.(ok ying dun cry pls.) n she was crying. then she called her mom... her sis picked up the phone...ying was calm at that time. she asked her sis to get her mom.i watched the entire process. her mom picked up the phone. ying couldnt speak at all. cos the moment she heard her mom's voice she started crying. and then i cried too. (n then ruishan came up n saw the "gg to cry" me and gave her usual look n called me siao... i admire lack of emotions sometimes haha). I didnt cry cos i saw ying cry... i cried cos i was reminded of similar situations that happened to me before. whenever i get bullied or shou wei qu in school, i'll hide my anger hide my sadness. i dun like to cry in front of ppl i hate it. but the moment i reach home, the moment i see mummy. i dun have to say anything i'll jus cry my heart of like a baby in front of her. cos u know when u shou wei qu.... mummy will always be your shelter always there to give u warm hug always there to sayang u. just like ying n her mom. when i call my mom to complain, i usually cry for like 5 mins first.. then stop...n then wait for my mummy to stop crying then i'll tell her what happened. ya...that was why i cried. cos i know... i wont have the chance to do it again. ying you're so fortunate u know? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yah.... a lot of sad feelings... guess it'll come every now n then... as i was typing this hor.. i saw this huge butterfly resting outside my window lor... for your info this is suntec tower 1 level 25... i dunno how the butterfly get up here man....see... told u my mum is always ard.. =) alright... my documents in front&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of me are all soaked... damn it.. back to work......sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111985520468002725?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111985520468002725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111985520468002725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111985520468002725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111985520468002725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-coming-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111932019463411216</id><published>2005-06-21T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heart Breaking Issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well first of all sorry abt my silly skin... trying to revamp it but wasnt feeling too good lately.. sick argh.. ok to "BECAUSE"... i posted sth abt the movie but it didnt come out... my home com is sick too la.. sigh... ok shall start my post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never go around giving people wrong idea or breaking people's heart. that's like what we can always conclude from tv drama right... i always feel that it is wrong to two time someone i still think that it is wrong. so yup. how shd i put it. haha.. lemme see.. Mr Kang kinda neglected my for the past few weeks but i kinda got use to it... n jus as he was abt to be freed from his busy stuffs in sch... this person appeared. knows tt i have a bf. knows tt i dun feel so him. insist on doing sweet stuffs for me. really sweet stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i tried not to take his gifts/accept his sweet gestures. but as a girl, sometime when i get pissed off by mr kang. i will du qi n then accept those gifts. ok i am childish. anw. that guy did something sweet again recently. n i decided to be mean n hope that he wont waste his time on me anymore. i said " it's really v nice n sweet.. i liike it very much.. but i will be happier if it was from my bf" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i guess my darlings will prolly feel that i am doing the right thing la. when i sent that msg i felt so too. but after awhile i felt bad. suddenly i tot abt the scenes where i accept  his gifts i feel like i am like *ahem ahem* two timing. altho i didnt do anything n i made sure i dun lead him on. n constantly tell him not to do all these things for me. but he didnt stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i cont to feel bad. was it becos i didnt try to ignore him n stop talking to him? was it becos i wasnt mean enough? i replied to his sms/phone calls. did that made him feel that he has chance? sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anw..he's hurt la. n i felt bad.what can i do? sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually many things that happened made me realised a lot of things. that guy wrote me cards drew me pics n flowers i was honoured i appreciated it i find that sweet. But last weekend, mr kang wrote me a short email b4 he left for a trip with his friends. jus an email. i read it more than 6 times. sometimes i'll jus log on to my email inbox to read it. the email is greater than anything else... it made me 100 times happier that flowers. like in another case... u have to scold me dunno how many times to make me cry. but jus one "tsk" from mr kang can make me cry liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya.. i love mr kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mabel shall be a gd gal form today onwards... do u think i shd apologise? to that person.. will it make the matter worse? of shd i jus leave him alone n hope that he'lll forget abt me(pls do pls do). ARGGHH i am going mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;end note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i didnt wanna mention abt this person's name cos he is linked to too many of my frens wha piang. i didnt know that myself until we mentioned abt these ppl. so yup... darlings if u are curious u can ask me la. haha but i reserve the rights to not tell u hohoho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111932019463411216?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111932019463411216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111932019463411216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111932019463411216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111932019463411216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/06/heart-breaking-issue-well-first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111893467497193988</id><published>2005-06-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Let's be sad for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;Alright... thanks to Miss Ang Huishan...cos her blog made me feel kinda sad...*sigh* guess there are a lot of things in life we cannot change... most of the time... we called these things regrets. it is really traumatising to see your love one die. it is tormenting to see them wilt day by day. But after quite some time... u'll realised that u'll learn to kan kai... yah like what im feeling now. Why ii always say many ppl wont understand how it really feels... seriously speaking.. it differes from case to case... some ppl wont feel sad when they are reminded of their love ones who left them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must really say 2005 is a better year already...at least for me... 2004 was a nightmare. Terrible nightmare for me... almsot everyone i love dearly are unhappy... so many things happened... some i dun even want to remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But bad things happens every now n then.... so u gotta know how to handle it how to face it... to survive it.. sometimes i'll feel so lousy, so helpless that i wanna die...guess everyone will have this kind of thoughts in some part of their lives... But u gotta be strong... cos u're not the most pathetic person afterall... when my mom left me... i felt so upset that i felt like dying too. I feel so helpless cried so badly till i was so exhausted but am i the most pathetic person? No. So i have no rights to die. I have my dad my bro my sis. dying will only make these ppl more pathetic than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there are millions of ppl who lot their love ones....some of them died so tragically...sigh... so many ppl fall in and out of love everyday... so even if u are ditched or neglected... please dun fel so sad for yourself.... we came into this world having nothing...so why feel sad when u gained so much over the yrs... we gain sth we'll lose sth mah... when u're feeling really sad or hopeless... Remember, u gotta be strong.... "always look on the brighter side of life" may be lao tu, but its true. Don't think abt what u have lost, think of what u have gained. ppl like to say "cheer up""dun be sad""smile" but do u realise u're the only one who can make urself do the above 3 things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yar... so when u're really sad... mus think of me.. ho ho ho... well at least i can proudly say that i learned a lot of lessons from the bad things that happened. and im gonna remember it. I vowed to be a happier person and i wanna make my love ones happy too. my sad blog sound kinda "aunt agony" hor hahaha... there will be sunshine after the rain! hoho... not v true when u are in Singapore man hahaa.... even if there's no sunshine... there'll be moonlight... gee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss Jo ended her blog leaving msges for many many ppl... so shocked that she included me too =)&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Joanna:&lt;/span&gt; Ya you're QUITE blur... but cos u nv come find me... u talk to me i CONFIRM tell u =) Kinda miss u leh... drop by to suntec man find me n miss ang.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Reindeer:&lt;/span&gt; By the time u read this probably 99.5% recovered liao hor... sick nvm la..as long as got someone to tke care of u can le =) Enjoy ur honeymoon period..i hope it'll nv end for u ok =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Eric:&lt;/span&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY n WELCOME HOME! haha...meet up ok... lemme see if u're still blur blur or not =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Huishan:&lt;/span&gt; See ya everyday i dunno what to say man hehehehe... ty for visiting my blog hor hahaha... guai guai... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Becos:&lt;/span&gt; UPDATE UR BLOG leh...more jokes more jokes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mengsoon:&lt;/span&gt; oei u get ready to come to lovely hall 14 hor... i wont take care of u one... get ready to be tekaned by chio bu hahaha... and take good care of ur roomie hor... make sure he come into hall14 safe n sound or else somebody will kill u hoho... i cant wait to see u.. erm i mean..ur roomie HAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;KW:&lt;/span&gt; MY NEW SHOE SPOIL AGAIN! omg...2 shoes in 2 days leh... must be u ah! bring bad luck... hahahaha.... sad case hor hahaa thanks for the bag leh hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Peiyi:&lt;/span&gt; remember to pay kayweee $20 for my birthday present HAHAHAA...and we got ur bdae present liao lor...when u want it huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Evon:&lt;/span&gt; UPDATE UR BLOG! hahaha... v long vn talk to u liao wor..where u went.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kaylii:&lt;/span&gt; hey darling... u update ur blog like 2 times a day n i have the abit of visiting ur blog 3 times a day now hahaha... dun say bad thinga bt me hor i v fast will know one hehehe... anw...glad tt u soound happier nowadays=) meet up soon... maybe with miss yoong n miss ng..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;65 Chio Bus:&lt;/span&gt; see u 3 tonight =) muack~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Howchun:&lt;/span&gt; DELETE UR BLOG hahahaha u nv update one lehhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mr Penguin:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha laa laa laa copy ur nick pattern... jtmthtdhtdhfcxnxwnyyy.. change ur msn nick leh.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyone i missed out? ok 1 more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you: hallo! hahahaa who u huh? intro leh....lai leh lai leh mai paiseh... tag in my tag board of leave a comment horrr guai ah.... come come come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111893467497193988?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111893467497193988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111893467497193988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111893467497193988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111893467497193988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111880034344274932</id><published>2005-06-15T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With this song you're listening to... it's called &lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/u?n=11&amp;u=http://dreamdays.belebala.com.hk/userfiles/724/WWNc2YHiMN8L15vhstqf3dgy.m3u" target="_blank"&gt;他约我去迪士尼&lt;/a&gt;... its a cantonese song.... written by this gal called Kelly Jackie i think..... yes there's gg to be a Disney land in HK but the song is abt sth else... very sweet.... will try to find the lyrics... it's very meaningful... im so in love with the song... right click &lt;a href="http://mp3.baidu.com/u?n=1&amp;amp;u=http://1314.belebala.com.hk/userfiles/1801/nJefoK6gmJucm5hhWmhn3X3eLNsP25~lrtab2dw2.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and "save target as" to download the song. This is HK's version of lao shu ai da mi... cos its sang by online singers n its really popular now hehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他約我去迪士尼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;兜過幾個圈　看木馬旋轉　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;美夢似是遙遠　仍埋藏著繾綣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快樂旅途中　有沒有熱戀　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看著這入場券　如同尋獲溫暖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑問你　你話連夜候票再多的困倦　也不怨　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;似在平靜地說出　絲絲的愛戀 畢生也願記起　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;香港迪士尼　煙火璀璨夜晚定會很美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坐咖啡杯　溫馨記憶　旋轉中細味　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天邊星宿也沒法比 今天心碎或痛悲　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只需要記住陪伴在你身邊有米妮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;始終可以幸福地　沉迷在美夢裡希冀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要是你　決定明日伴我去闖天與地　會很美　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事延續下世紀　一生都記起 不必理是與非　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不需要顧忌　穿梭堡壘內陪伴我嬉戲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;米老鼠　比精品店的美　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;輕輕靠近　都可使我快樂跳起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當　身邊掛著相機　假使到最後還未望到不准你別離&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可知心裡正準備　無緣合照亦抱緊你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公主與白雪都　不需要羨慕　因&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可跟你在長夜裡擁抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;見阿拉丁　本想說聲坐飛氈　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;卻又不可媲美你待我好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星空不算是太高　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;假使有你在旁陪伴我一起每段路&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可將一切記心內　明日共你愉快傾訴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111880034344274932?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111880034344274932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111880034344274932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111880034344274932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111880034344274932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-in-love-with-this-song-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111866811914270782</id><published>2005-06-13T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lao Shu Love Da Mi???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok this is my second time typing this blog.... zhen shi TMD..... i tried to change the font size... and then as i highlighted the words that i typed.... everything jus BOOM... gone.... i screamed so loudly n my bro gf had a shock hoho.. really very gek u knowwww....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok i cut short what i wanna say.... this blog, is a tribute to my lunch Khakis..... namely... Huishan, Candice and Daniel San... Huishan dun need to intro la hor... aiyah given my talkative character how cain i not intro right hahaha... Huishan is my JC khaki.... we have very similar tastes and we like to push decision rights to each other haha.. and fortunately...this gal is working at Suntec too =) so we have lunch together almost everyday lahhh... ok enough abt her la hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok next on the list is Candice... a girl from SMU... a very siao siao girl who eats VERY slowly... but she insist she nv eat v slow and then horrrr she likes to say.."NEXT TIME, i confirm will eat faster than u all" ya.. u can imagine how many times she said this haha... well... this girlls is tall...slim and v adorable hahaha.. she's kinda like our pattern one lah... jus talk v quickly and then laugh very loudly... hahaha.. 3 of us have very similar hobby.. haha SHOP! so our fav pastime aft lunch is shopping.... (usually Daniel will say..."crazyyyy"when we say we're gg shopping haha )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok.... the song you're listening to... is a tribute to Mr Daniel =) A 28 yr old Korean trainee at Shan's workplace.... he's a very humourous n intelligent guy....he'll be gg back to Korea this Friday... so yup... 3 of us wanted to get him sth... he love this song very much... we decided to burn him a CD with different versions of this song hehe... he insist that he is sad abt leaving Singapore...(he said that while smiling) *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lunch wont be so fun w/o these ppl... =) kinda sad tt Daniel is leaving... cos no one will scold us crazy when we wanna go for our daily shopping trips....no one will ask Candice to eat faster.... and we wont get to learn Japanese or Korean... and cant teach ppl how to differentiate between Bak Kwa and Ah Kua...=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well... actually my previous blog is v long n funny one lorrrrr.... but i v pek chek that i deleted it accidentally... tmd... haha... so i shall jus stop here la okr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Final note.... as i was typnig this.... my bro listened to Lao shu ai da mi beside me.... then he began to ponder v v v v seriously... hmmm how come lao shu ai da mi? i tot lao shu likes cheese? lao shu ai cheese ma... welll.... im kinda amused by my brother's serious look la hahaha... actually do u know all know lao shu ai da mi or not? No? hai.... lao shu ai da mi.... no? ai cheese? lao shu ai zhi shi... NOT RHYME LAHHHH stupid... use your common sense!@! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111866811914270782?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111866811914270782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111866811914270782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111866811914270782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111866811914270782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/06/lao-shu-love-da-mi-ok-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111821052531996599</id><published>2005-06-08T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Hall - Wo De Shu She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kaylii and I applied for hall... we didnt have much preference of hall... prolly Kaylii will wan a hall near sch n I'll want a new hall cos its cleaner haha.. anw... i'm the lucky one la can we got Hall14. =) Well...moving into hall is kinda exciting cos we did quite a lot of preparations hahaa like buying the same bed sheets john little buy pillow bolster etc etc hahaha... so fast... i've been staying in this hall for 2 yrs! And miss Kaylii is really staying in a hall near sch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time in Hall 14 was way b4 FOC. Kaylii n I jus decided to walk over to LOOK at our hall... n we even we up to jus LOOK at our door hahaha quite bo liao hahaha.. =) Well we spotted a cute looking senior the same day too lah... so it kinda brightened up our day n made us more excited abt the camp haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrown into a different OG as my Roomie but thank god i wasnt thrown into the wrong OG... cos this OG is full of crazy ppl like me.... talk loud loud make noise laugh laugh laugh n then play cheat. IT's our style. Anw..it's called Draco. My roomie went to a rather hmmm quiet OG with a lovely name called Delphinus... very girly n sweet name dun u think. The OG gave me the v shy n reserved impression... not the name is the ppl in it... well but my roomie is not v reserved la but can get quiet shy AT TIMEs la ahaha.. Hydrus sounded like a plant to both me n Kaylii haha... lemme see... we were kinda turned of by the CGL when she shouted some instructions in scrrecy voice hahaa..(remember who is it?) n then...hmmm Hydrus is a v holiday mood n relaxed OG... APUS.. haha...that's where my lovely SP comes from... quite sad tho heheheh ok well im jus being honest... he doesnt even smile at me when i see him in sch wor hahaha.. APUS likes to sing 1 song over n over again... jus like Draco like to say who are who are who are we la.. hahaha.. haha... all i remember was that draco won a lot of games during foc n there was 1 day we lost every game to apus haha... lame!! hahaha.. so fast... next yr will be my last yr in Hall 14 =( Well..but i do look forward to my final yr cos i'll gonna have 4 lovely darlings as neighbour =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall 14 is a very new hall with lotsa bugs.... n we have superb "sounds" from the other side of the lovely forest... BOOM.... Bak Bak Bak Bak Bak Bak... that's what we ususally here... yes yes... ah bing ge having range... I once had a dream that im fighting a war n when i woke up n i still heard that sound lor.. u imagine hor scared i was haha! Let's talk about Blks now... 68 is a blk full of ppl i dun lke haha i hope i dun offend anyone. hahaha... not tonghwi la dun guess dun guess... no... not shilong... female la.... roughly those few la u all know one... no not yasi... aiyo dun guess read on.. hahaha... ok nothing much to say abt 68 man hahaha... 67 is my lovely laojia... full of "expatriates" from all voer the world mostly frm China n Msia la... actually i kinda like 67... it's very quiet and peaceful... being the ex blk rep of 67....i mus say the msians there are reall recret. power... hahaha... we won IBRG becos of them hoho... 66 is a girls blk to me... another peaceful blk maybe cos its full of girls... erm quiet girls haha... ok now... *drumroll* 65!! Oh man... i use to dislike that blk cos i think it's v isolated...but i realised when u move there liao it doesnt really matter... cos u'll form a gang urself there... n who cares abt the other blks man haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 is a noisy blk.... so compared to 67... i was kinda disturbed by it... esp when im reading some notes  or doing something... and i hear "zhuyi! ZHUYI!! log in gear up" dunno what dunno what... or.. "DEREK! YAO BU YAO CHI FAN!" i'll get so so pek chekl sometimes... but that's when i try to read my txt books lah.... which is not v often hahaha... and sometimes u'll hear v scary laughter coming from 1 corner of blk 65... BUT... im 1 lucky soul  who lives on the Gui Wu Qu of Blk 65... yes yes... level 5 with only 5 beautiful girls n 1 resident coucillor. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;level 5 is quite isolated from the noisy zone.... occasionally we hear a bit of harmonica music and ppl talking in a weird accent haha.. that's all liao..not much noise this side.... BUTTTT... not lah BUT not BUTT.. When sch re-open... GUI WU QU will no longer be GUI WU QU.... I Hereby proudly announce that when term starts... i annouce level 5 as  MEI NU QU! woohoo~~ lalala~&lt;br /&gt;1344 - Xing Gan Mei Nu Lin Shanyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1345 - Tian Tian Mei Lin Pei Qiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1346 - Super Ke AI Mei Nu Mabelline Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1347 - Bing Shan Mei Bu Yoong Ying Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1348 - Zhi Hui Mei Nu Lim Ruishan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool isnt it... so yup.... im looking forward to that =) Gonna make new identities soonnnn =) The resident councillor is so fortunate right? can see 5 lovely ladies everyday....hahaha.. =) Hmmm i know im gonna have fun man... hopefully i wont feel too sad when im really gonna move out of hall... Ying u dun cry ok hahaha wait i cry also hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude... im really glad that i came to hall 14... all i remember is not abt ppl making me angry or upset... everything i remember abt hall 14 is all lovely memories n time spent with my lovely hallmates=) the rest cna jus go eat shit HAHAHA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111821052531996599?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111821052531996599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111821052531996599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111821052531996599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111821052531996599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-hall-wo-de-shu-she-when-kaylii-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111802422038203793</id><published>2005-06-06T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can Someone Tell me How Smart a Kid Can Get? I've got 1 Here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/Ahchi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/Ahchikiak009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/Ahchikiak004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/8ad8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALright... the photos dun show that she's v smart...but read on... here's an extract of a conversation she had with her dad a morning...after her dad woke her up for school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Billy Daddy: Cayen Wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cayen Darling: Daddy...what day is it today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Billy Daddy: Hmmm Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cayen Darling: hmmm...what day is it today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Billy Daddy: Thursdaaayyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cayen Darling: Orh...what day is it today huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Billy Daddy: THURSDAY!! why do u keep asking the same question???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cayen Darling: Why can't your say something different? Say holiday lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Billy Daddy: No lah.. today's not holiday, today is thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cayen Darling: Huuh...today not holiday ah... thursday ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Billy Daddy: yes yes yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cayen Darling: Daddy..... I got fever leh.....(starts to touch her forehead feel her underarm legs trying to find a hotspot haha n finally she found a warm spot near her thighs) here here... i got fever here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Billy Daddy: ...... ...... ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha... my niece is just so so adorable! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111802422038203793?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111802422038203793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111802422038203793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111802422038203793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111802422038203793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/06/can-someone-tell-me-how-smart-kid-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111777133255091514</id><published>2005-06-03T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;20 . 30 . 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a blog on 3 types of woman….Single, Attached and Married.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be surprised… 3 type of woman behaves differently… feel free to look at yingying n ruishan’s view one it… if u blog… I wanna hear your view… blog it!! Since I’m a marketing major… I do it the marketing way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Single Woman = &lt;em&gt;Plain White Panty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Character Analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At this stage, woman is carefree, happy and independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Most Important People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Family, sometimes crushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Things that makes them Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Results, Jolin and Jay’s breakup, Sad TV Drama, Quarrel with friends, crush getting attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Things that makes them Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good results, Crush walked past and smiled, pretty stickers, Comedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When she’s happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s happy…she laughs she sing she dances around like nobody’s business…. Scream all she wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When she’s sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cry. And cry all she wants =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Attached Woman = &lt;em&gt;G-String&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Character Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this stage, woman is sexy, confident but dependent. Her mood is depends a lot on her partner. Most of the time, she’s worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Most Important People&lt;/span&gt; (In order of Preference)&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend, Family, Boyfriend’s family, Boyfriend’s friend, Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Things that makes them Sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarrel with boyfriend, boyfriend is unhappy, family dun like boyfriend, can't see boyfriend, putting on weight, feelling ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Things that makes them Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend says "I Love You", boyfriend got her a stalk of rose, Boyfriend is happy, dad and mom loves her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When she’s happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's happy... but she got image to maintain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When she’s sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cry. But if her boyfriend is around... she'll qiang yan huan xiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Married Woman = &lt;em&gt;Grandmother Panty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Character Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At this stage, woman is old, fat, sagging breast, wrinkles, yellow faced and insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Most Important People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(In order of Preference) Family family family and maybe dong fang bi li... or hua xin you fa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Things that makes them Sad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kids got 90/100, cannot find good tuition centre, Zhen qing , NKF Show, 4D tiao jee or miss by 1 number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Things that makes them Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tio Bay Pio... Strike 4D/toto i mean... Getting Dong Fang Bi Li's signature, Kids does well in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When she’s happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She laugh as tho she's using a loud hailer... HAHAHAHA high pitch (what? will have wrinkles? WHO CARES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she’s sad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cry like nobody's business n all her mucus will jus flow n flow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm being extreme la...since u'll probably get a few view from yingying rs and shanyi.... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just realised that actually... when women are single or married simple things makes them happy. But when u're attached, simple things makes u sad. It's different. SO does that mean that a woman will be better off alone? Well... no. Cos women are silly. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111777133255091514?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111777133255091514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111777133255091514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111777133255091514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111777133255091514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/06/20.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111776207134485067</id><published>2005-06-03T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Impressions&lt;br /&gt;We always have first impressions right... sometimes u have a ultra lousy first impression, u paste a post stick n label that person as "something" but some times u have very gd impression of someone. That person may jus make u liquid of what u written on the post stick n into sth bad. Im someone who label ppl quite extremely i feel. so either extremely gd, or extrememly bad. no in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I label ppl almost all the time so when some truth tells me that im wrong... i get a very weird feeling.. cos immediately i have to change my impression... it takes quite a long time...me roomie n i saw this girl during foc... her hair is damn bloody long...she she jus refuse to tie up her hair... we were kinda disgusted with this gal. so i labelled her as "yucky". but i got to know her cos she lives few rms away.. she's such a lovely girl.. very jiang yi qi very fun loving.. see? sometimes we really have the habit of labellin ppl when we dun even know them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok actually that's not the main pt... ive been talking to this person(i shall not name names).. n accidentally the person revealed that she/he (im v protective haha) is not a virgin n stuffs like that. Immediately, i dunno what to type. that person is quiet, serious very introvert that kind u know... ren bu ke mao xiang... i was shocked..but i realised my impression changed..i took out the nice label n im still thinking how to label that person now. ok maybe i shd label frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tell me if im wrong...actually we cannot assume that nice ppl dun have sex at such a young age lah hor. haha. we cannot assume ppl with such a loook dun do this or that ya? there isnt a manual to say what this person shd do in order to maintain that image.. ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of my ranting... just v stunned..but realised some facts too... well atl east i did think.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111776207134485067?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111776207134485067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111776207134485067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111776207134485067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111776207134485067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/06/impressions-we-always-have-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111743082768937552</id><published>2005-05-30T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ruishan the Ultimate Chio Bu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ppl... after so so so long... Miss Lim Ruishan the birthday girl to be has a blog!!!! go visit go visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://idunnowhatishouldputhere.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://idunnowhatishouldputhere.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really cool funny witty and interesing! It's gonna be so entertaining that you will be laughing ur heads off!&lt;br /&gt;and i agree with yingying.....&lt;br /&gt;[free advertising is more than a good enough present]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111743082768937552?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111743082768937552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111743082768937552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111743082768937552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111743082768937552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/05/ruishan-ultimate-chio-bu-hey-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111738020232921493</id><published>2005-05-29T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK... Let's be a lil. positive this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all sorts of saddening posts from ,me.... lemme post sth interesintg.... im gonna introduce to you.....my new idols!!woo hoo.... here they are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/Steven20Gerrard1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS Gerrard is soo soo cute! after watching the match btwn milan n liverpool... i announced to my family that i am giving Owen up for Gerrard... ooohhh droolss.. so cute... i wonder if he has dimples... heeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/240_A.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH a different pattern one now! a hunk form SINGAPORE! woo hoooooooo... his name is Li Wei Lian... Leon Jay William... so cool hor his name hahaa... his chinese is very Singaporean haha... n his has really cute dimples... n his tall...tanned....cute.....................eeee so cute! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... i booked this 2 idols.... so u ppl reading dun try to snatch or criticize my idol i tell u.... laa laaa laa... anw... i still love Jay Chou lah ok.... oh ya i have female idols too.... will post their pics up soon also hahaha laa laa laaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111738020232921493?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111738020232921493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111738020232921493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111738020232921493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111738020232921493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111682733117899393</id><published>2005-05-23T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my long weekend had a lousy ending... hope i'll have a great week ahead... Complete Crush Crash Course in the making... jing Qing qi dai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that happened over the weekend made me realise the importance of communication. esp in a relationship. ok i always think that trust is the most impot thing but i am wrong. if u cant communicate...everything else is jus a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i mean by communicate? it's when u say sth, the other person understands. Understand dun mean that u know every single meaning of the words i use in the sentence.. understand means u know what i really meant. This is what the listener shd do. understand, try to understand. speaker wise i guess it's a lot of thinking b4 u say anything. it is totally silly to say loads of qi hua or threathen this and that, it'll only make things worse. if u dun wanna let the relationship end unnecessarily, dun try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it is really hard for one to accept different ideas. like when u have an opinion abt this thing...when ppl come up with another suggestion, it'll always be wrong. i dunno, tell me if i'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always think that trying not to do things that my lvoe ones dislike will evenutally please them. but i realised sth. the more u try to change yourself. the more they'll expect from u. expectations only go up and not down. ur effort will hardly be appreciated. for a very long time i have always been a vinegar pot. darlings out there will know what i mean. it's like the ability of holding liquor... some ppl can drink 10 cups of hard liquor and still stand still. in such cases, u only need 2 to make me sleep. it comes naturally, no one can explain why i get the weird feeling when my love one does things that i dun like. but i found a way to control it. someone taught me 6 steps to make myself understand ppl's situation, and i have been using that to explain to myself why shd i not feel like this, most of the time it works. but apparently, the peson who taught me this is still unhappy. the weird feeling always comes...it's a weird twiched in your stomach... i cant control it. all i can do is to supress it and later try to reason it out myself and i WILL get over it and fullstop. however, like i've said... people's expectation goes up. now even a slight change in my tone means that i am unhappy and i am ridiculous by getting jealous. now i dunno what to do. maybe i should do for speech and accent and dunon what course... and train myself to surpress my tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last lesson i have learned.. that it is really terrible to go thru communication breakdown. when both sides are trying to defend themselves. it's is terrible to cry n cry till ur hands go numb and u feel like punching the wall. it's like ur lungs ur stomach ur heart can explode anytime. terrible. dun try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr Kang:&lt;br /&gt;dun think u'll visit this site until v v v long. but i jus wanna say.... it takes 2 hands to clap. when sth goes wrong both of us are at fault ok? i had a hard time trying to convince u that yes i was silly to feel jealous over small things but dun u think that if i dun pick a fight becos of such stuffs everything will be fine? like i told you. i WILL get over it cos me myself know it's a small thing. Yes ridiculously small yes i know, it is a natural instinctive feeling i cant control it. Shouldnt u be glad that i didnt kick up a big fuss over it but  instead u picked on my tone? Your threatening and accusation scares me. in a relationship, if i party choose to keep quiet and keep everything from the other party. it will fail. that is how important communication is. when u wanna say sth, time b4 u act. think abt what kind of tone do u wanna use. wht kind of words u wanna use?&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i repeat, i wasnt agry when u told me initially. i am angry with ur tone ur accusation and disappointed with how u handled it. u always end up saying hurtful things, is there a need? i wont deny that i am at fault, but its not entirely my fault. it is only when we communicate we know where are the problems, and when u indentified the problem, accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all... sigh... swollen eyes, weak heart weak lungs strengthless fingers and twisted swollen chinese medicine smelling ankle. Mabel needs to meditate. *shuts her eyes and pray*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111682733117899393?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111682733117899393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111682733117899393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111682733117899393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111682733117899393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-long-weekend-had-lousy-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111625366986865354</id><published>2005-05-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:48.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ethics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning class... today, Miss Low is going to give you all a lesson on ethics. This is the very first thing we learn in BOTH accounting 1 and Accounting 2 in school. Why is it so important you might ask? Well, it's simply cos' everyone MUST learn to be a good corporate citizen. With good ethics, we grow to become honest and trustworthy businessmen. HENCE, it is very important that we constantly remind ourselves about the code of ethics we learn in school in order to avoid unnecessary losses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most fundamental thing we should know about being an ethical corporate citizen is to not stunt company properties. Huh? dun understand huh? okok... teacher explain... Stunt in this context is not stuntman that stunt...you dont have to do somersault... stunt here means kapok... huh? dunno again? eh... no.. not keropok... kapok.... ok..... it's take.... no... no.. not steal... steal is when it belongs to SOMEONE... a company is not a human being u see? ya... so it's take, without permission. Yah.. understand? GOOD. Yes, where was I? okok... So, it is very important that we do not stunt company properties, cos everyone must be a good corporate citizen. The following are some examples of most commonly stunt items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/da.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111625366986865354?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111625366986865354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111625366986865354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111625366986865354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111625366986865354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/05/ethics-good-morning-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111608937982017437</id><published>2005-05-15T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st Week of Internship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha... it suck lah i guess u all can predict that. haha. Well.... but i shall not complain too much...why? Cos i am considered lucky compared to maky other ppl..... cos i am paid $700 per month... erm nah....salary is not really a confi thingy at our level... and i have my own desk n direct phone line and computer and a super good view.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/office.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yah........ hope can see.... dunno if the tag works... and then i can go in late.... no one really cares..... but not super late that kind la... a bit late nvm one... next... a lovely pantry with free flow food n soft drinks...... so...except for the chim work i am suppose to do. everything else is fine...It is only when u start working then u know how nice it is to slack at home and do nothing. The only thing i look forward to is lunch time i opening emails(from ying n ruishan hahaha)..sometimes i dun even look forward to lunch time! cos i gotta eat alone...shit.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway... i found this lovely candy shop at millenia walk called the Candy EMpire.... it's really cool lor...FULL OF SWEETS and CHOCOLATES... all in pretty packages... i was so excited when i went there with mr reindeer hahaha.... here's a ugly picture of my holding the traveller's pack SKITTLES! hahaha i bought 1 w/o looking at the price... it's 7.50 lor! hahaha but HENG... buy 1 get 1 free... so 2 for 7.50 sounds quite reasonable la hahaha... i mus go there again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/sweets.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so weekend is really great for me now...i can slack and blog hha.... even mr kang is so nice to me nowdays haha.... had a lovely dinner cooked by him the other day =) ho ho ho... change role liao hahaha...here it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/rayneraynie/untitledgu.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weekend finally came and all i did was slack on my bed cos of bad headache.... but i managed to pull myself out of bed to go tampines to shop for awhile with my sister.... and got myself and totally not mabel type of skirt... will wear it soon... haha... welll for a change mah =) haha... and then i finally update my blog... like u can see from my previous post...i typed a long post TWICE and it was gone... so maybe the god didnt want u all to read my angry n unhappy post abt my intern... now this one sounds more calm and relaxing =) so yah... i hope i'll get use to my job la... i want to go germany...my co. is having conference in germany, hk. BANGLADESH, INDIA, SAUDI ARABIA and malaysia... i wanna go i wanna go.... hahaha... hopefully la... scully they send me to india... i will cry one leh hhahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright...that's all for this week i guess... my bro is gg to KOREA... so jealou!!! argh.... nvm...at least no one will snatch com with me when i get home... haha.. k la... OH YAH OH YAH... i updated my music site... go see one... it's at my link part... gee~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111608937982017437?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111608937982017437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111608937982017437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111608937982017437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111608937982017437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/05/1st-week-of-internship-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111591113281203071</id><published>2005-05-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:48.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck i typed a long blog and it is gone twice. god damn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111591113281203071?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111591113281203071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111591113281203071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111591113281203071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111591113281203071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/05/fuck-i-typed-long-blog-and-it-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111522406122721792</id><published>2005-05-05T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:48.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.:No Idea why they say i'm an introvert:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #1 Match: INFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;The Protector&lt;br /&gt;You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCCD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #2 Match: ISFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE5E6"&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.A good listener, you excell at helping others in practical ways.In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFECC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #3 Match: ENFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFEE5"&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #4 Match: ESFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;The Caregiver&lt;br /&gt;You are sympathetic and caring, putting friends and family first.A creature of habit, you prefer routines and have trouble with change.You love being in groups - whether you're helping people or working on a project.You are good at listening, laughing, and bringing out the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great nurse, social worker, or teacher.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCCD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #5 Match: INFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE5E6"&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111522406122721792?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111522406122721792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111522406122721792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111522406122721792'/><link rel='self' 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from setbacks, physical or mental.&lt;br /&gt;There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression.&lt;br /&gt;Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing.&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic and always a good conversationalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters.&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate and loving, but sometimes too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;You are subject to rapid ups and downs.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111522367706503866?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111522361192903968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111513893587989781</id><published>2005-05-03T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.:A Series of Blog:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess Shanyi is right... when we were having exams we kept wanting to blog... but after exams... we conviniently forget about it haha... been wanting to blog but was real usy.... ok let's see what i was busy with... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i went to celebrate my sis's birthday the days after my exams... it was steamboat tomyam at east coast... right beside the sea... quite cool huh.. =) had fun lah... it really feels good to be so relax and have nothing to bother about haha... and i spend the next day doing nothing... hahaha really doing nothing jus rot at home...and it feels good... i hope i dun get tired of it so soon haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went swimming at sis's new condo Whitewaters the next day... hahaha shiok. i had the entire pool to myself... hahaha... swim diagonally also no one block me hohoho... quite cool huh.. will head there again soon... went back to hall to pack up and move stuffs with mr grumpy sicked kang haha... cos of his slight fever... he was super grumpy hahaha... poor me hor ok lah... it was quite fiery.. gee.. fine now dun worry. moving hall is really scary i mus say... sigh... i din know i have so many things hahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30th&lt;/span&gt; was Orchard day.... happy but sad too lemme tell u abt it... went gai gai-ing with Mr kang and KK...met Kaylii at FEP..so happy u know hahaha... i was still quite sian that i have to walk around when the 2 uncles go cut their hairs... so while waiting for their turns (which was 1 hour later) we walked around lah... i sway sway i misssed a step outside the FEP stairs.. n twisted my ankle =( damn painful and this uncle "tsk" me for stopping their and blocking his way.. argh... well but after awhile it was better liao so we continued walking hee... finally roomie called n we went to meet her.. so while the 2 men are cutting hair... i went for a brief shopping session with evon san and roomie hohoho~ mostly toys and kaylii's girly clothes haha... (so did u buy that pair of shoes in the end?) this one mus mention... here's the dialogue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoes Fault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaylii: eh let's go to mondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evon San: ok lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mabel Si: ok lor.. can go see got working shoe to buy anot also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and then Miss Kaylii had a crush on a particular pair but cos she already has/have a lot of shoes liao.... this lady blamed me and evon for letting her go in... hahah.... whoes fault u tell me... hoho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hee... was fun lah... cant wait to go shopping with 65 chio bus... u all quick make up your minds can?? sigh.... haha... had baked rice at NYDC.... super full.... too cheesy haha... but nice... ok here comes my nightmare... went to mr kang's house and fell asleep on his bed... and when i woke up (no i wasnt naked hahaa) my ankle was terribly horribly plainful =( pain till i wanna cry that kind.. v hard toget up... dun ak me why i dunno why it took so long to become so painful.... really scary... n it got swollen... was quite pekchek that my leg had to be swollen the day b4 my sis's ROM.. sian 1/2 k.. so i went home... and GUAI GUAI took everyone's advise.. dun walk too much. put ice. put cold pack.(yes i used both ice and coldpack) massage with muscle relaxing cream. exercise lightly. and hope it'll recover by the next day..... sigh... so hard to fall asleep with the pain... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lesson learned: walk carefully lah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 May 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yup my sister's ROM ceremony at Amara Hotel... it's the place Weixiong korkor proposed too... cool hor.. =) woke up at 10.... gee...wasnt really early.. cos my sis planned everything nicely liao so there wasnt aany cock ups in the morning hehe... reached the hotel at 12 plus and started deco with my sis's frens ... i will put up photos... infact im uploading pics as i typed this... 1 heart 2 use haha... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ceremony was really fun la... Cayen was the pretty fairy ring bearer and the entire atmosphere and setting was great too =) bet my sis had fun... hehe.. so gan dong when she said i do.. altho it's a bit mushy hahaha... welll.... zong suan ba ta jia chu qu le! muahahahahaha... crazy me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok Done! here's the link to the album:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mabian_33/slideshow?.dir=/2322&amp;.src=ph"&gt;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mabian_33/slideshow?.dir=/2322&amp;amp;.src=ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 May 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well first half of the day was spent meddling with my computer.. arrangine the files and deleting rubbish... and had dinner at fishermen village with mr kang.. ate at this restaurant called.. The Reef... quite nice know... but 30++ for 2 person... hmm.... but teh food n ambience was good... at least the fish n chips n pork chop we ate was good =) i'll be back man hahaha... n rushed back home to watch jing zhong ren... i love the show la.. hehe =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i spent most of my time eating i think... hahaha...finally... mr kang's exams is over... met him for lunch at chinatown.... went to eat the good old laksa... it's like a mus go during our holiday.. haha... n we went to eat zhi ma hu.... dunno why.... i always feel very loved when he brings me there... hahaha probably cos it's the first place he took me to when we went for our 1st date haha.. with a super full stomach... we went to PS to watch Divergence (san cha kou) by arron kwon, daniel wu, Ekin cheng etc.. not nice one... dun watch... they trying too hard to be like Wu Jian Dao.. n twist here twist there... in the end the twist wasnt interesting at all... really dun was 7 dollars.. hahaha... and after the movie.. we ate(yah tea time) Waffle ice cream at Gelare! yummy hehehe.. dinner was a homecooked spheg with sausage at his home... very simple but satisfying. our night ended with jing zhong ren again haha... im super addicted to the show man... i hope i dun miss the final episode. hahaa. tmr one also canot miss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i had a great day with mr kang today. it made me wonder... sometimes... it is i expect too much from him so that's why i will feel that he dun treat me well/he dun give a damn about me? i guess it's more or less true.... maybe i shd be contented that he doesnt beat me up or like keep mistress.....jus that he like to purposely do things that i dun like hahaha... ok.... guess when his EID starts and my dreadful 35 a day internship starts... we'll see less of each other.... maybe t's a time to relax n spend sometime w/o each other bah =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok that's all liao haha... super long blog hor... new skin ma... must have a gd opening ceremony! hohoho... going to swim with 31 and ying tmr.... without ruishan cos she anti social hahaha go beautify herself... hoho... u'll miss the fun i tell u rs hehehe... ok that's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111513893587989781?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111513893587989781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111513893587989781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111513893587989781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111513893587989781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111444478508565883</id><published>2005-04-25T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:48.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm... yuan lai can change font size... ok not too late to find out also...Kinda sian nowadays.... probably cos of exams.... yah if that's so i guess ying n rs are 2 million times sianner.... well on top of that im bothered by a particular prob tt darlings out there will probably know what is it haiz... well ok... just felt like updating my blog la.... not that i have nothing better to do.... but ya.. ok here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"hey pretty girl how are you? kinda long since i last talked to you already... kinda miss you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok IF this msg if from Kaylii....Qiujing... Just anyone of my clsoe friends...it'll definitely make me smile lah... But.. it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF the msg is from a legendary guy known as Shit...yes yes..ASA's common enemy... i'll just ignore it la haha..but its not also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's frm my last time job supervisor (yes yes Evon u know who is it... Not that hurhurhur guy hor i forgot his name liao ahha) that msg made my hair stand argh... yucks... how gross can a guy get huh... i hardly know him leh... miss me? are you sure? my impression of him was still quite nice leh hahaha... sian 1/2 piang... ok that's all la hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok my holidays is like only 1 day away.... so im totally prepared for it n i already finish studying for my advertising paper tmr... so yah... i dunno what i can do to make my grade better liao haha... tho i know eventually i wont do well hahaha... k ya... im gonna blog abt crushes! muahaha not my crushes tho.... will throw in some if i can think of them muahaha... "talked" to 1 of my sec sch frens few days back... he happened to be my best fren's crush in sec 1 and 2... so talking to him reminded me abt those follow crush days.... YES YES YES ERIC GOH im talking abt u hahahaha... then i tot abt many other crushes of my best frens n myself... do you all have crushes during your sec sch days? i know bimbo shan got hahaha... well ok will start writing abt crushes soon hahaha.... lalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for now... let's see what else i can read for advertising..... laa laa laa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111444478508565883?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111444478508565883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111444478508565883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111444478508565883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111444478508565883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111392843436379755</id><published>2005-04-20T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:48.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>v</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the mist of Examination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I always hated examinations,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i studied or how well prepared i am.&lt;br /&gt;I hate examinations.&lt;br /&gt;Stress, tears, sleepless, lonely, pathetic&lt;br /&gt;that's how tormeting an exam can be.&lt;br /&gt;That's why i hate exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hatred doesnt stop here.&lt;br /&gt;after exams, there'll be ressults.&lt;br /&gt;disappointment. sadness. self doubt.&lt;br /&gt;sad case.&lt;br /&gt;i know i studied. according to some ppl,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt put in enough effort.&lt;br /&gt;but i tot i did. i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;here's what usually happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i anyhow study for an exam.&lt;br /&gt;go in, dunoo how to do.&lt;br /&gt;it's a killer paper.&lt;br /&gt;everyone dunno how to do&lt;br /&gt;everyone's sad and im happy&lt;br /&gt;results come out.&lt;br /&gt;they're happy n im sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i study a bit for exam&lt;br /&gt;it's a ok paper&lt;br /&gt;but i still dunno how to do&lt;br /&gt;but heng heng know how to do a bit&lt;br /&gt;can pass.&lt;br /&gt;everyone come out happy. and im sad.&lt;br /&gt;results come out, im even sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i study hard for exams&lt;br /&gt;it's an easy paper.&lt;br /&gt;im so happy.&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot steps here n there due to&lt;br /&gt;mabel's famous exam panic mode&lt;br /&gt;i remember the answer once i step out of the hall&lt;br /&gt;everyone's happy. i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;results come out?&lt;br /&gt;C? im still sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i study hard for an exam&lt;br /&gt;difficult paper&lt;br /&gt;everyone died&lt;br /&gt;i died too. sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lemme conclude....&lt;br /&gt;exam sucks lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's pointless.&lt;br /&gt;exams are out to stress ppl out&lt;br /&gt;cos the school feels that the students are&lt;br /&gt;enjoying themselves too much with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results?&lt;br /&gt;jus something for exam smart people to hao lian.&lt;br /&gt;jus for interviewer to cut short interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.... if your results are good, im not suaning u or what lah. Jus pek chek with myself. I know i put in effort. i know i studied. but it usually end up making me sad and disappointed. i know i am not stupid. but i jus dun do as well la. that's the end of my exams crap.  fullstop. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111392843436379755?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111392843436379755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111392843436379755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111392843436379755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111392843436379755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/04/v.html' title='v'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111277089041023747</id><published>2005-04-06T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:48.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first person who scolded me in vulgarities is my dad. I hate it but it seems that he always like to punctuate every sentences with vulgarities. so as time goes by, i got use to it, but it'll never fail to piss me off if u add vulgarities in. Now guess what? The second person who scolded me with vulgarities has emerged. none other than the mr nice guy ive known for 21 years. "fucking irritating" "fucking attitude" "fucking shit" 3 times. Now i oredi dun care if u know why i was sulking. it completely shattered my impression of you. I always thought that u will not repeat whatever things that dad does. unexpectedly, u did.  I know one day i will forget abt this incident.  But i'm gonna remember this forever. Thanks so much for giving me such a lovely memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111277089041023747?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111277089041023747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111277089041023747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111277089041023747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111277089041023747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-person-who-scolded-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111227340470997787</id><published>2005-03-31T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我是。。。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of stories written by me.. haha... inspired my miss yoong... people..if your names happen to appear in these stories, please dun be offended... cos yingying was the one who gave me the names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&lt;我是一只蜗牛&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, my name is Desmond, i am a snail. I am an orphan since young.. my mom and dad died not long after i was born... my dad died on his way to work... he was travelling on the SNE (Snail expressway) and was stepped by a size 9 feet. he died instantly. By the time the ambulance arrived, my dad was already stucked on many slippers and shoes. so i was taught not to travel on SNE unnecessarily no wonder they say 马路如虎口. =( my mom was very unlucky.. she took the safe route to go to ahma's home. But she didnt realised that the road she was travelling on is human being's soccerfield, she injured herself after being rolled over by the HUGE soccer ball and not long after that, she was stepped on my a size 8 soccer boots. How sad. I really hate human beings since i was young, they are very irritating and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened today? I was on my way to meet my girlfriend Wendy at Jalan bahar, i was already very late... i was suppose to meet her at 6pm and it was already 3pm so i decided to take the SNE, i made sure the road was clear before i crossed... just as i was about to exit jalan bahar, i heard 2 witches coming... i tot i was going to die... but gladly... no.. but they stop by me... from their conversation, i learned that the skinny witch is called yingying and the fierce witch is called ruishan, they made alot of noise before taking out a HUGE piece of paper and THEY STARTED POKING AT ME!dunnno what's their problem... so of course i squirm n hope that my shell can protect me... they didnt stop...they pushed my and i rolled backwards..(can u imagine how giddy i was!) and by the time i had the guts to come back out.. I WAS BACK AT MY HOME! it was already 6pm! how irritating human beings can get... now Wendy won't forgive me for making her wait 8 hours! all their fault! i hate ruishan and yingying. and they actually think that they did a good deed! how? by breaking up snail couples? bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&lt;我是一支壁虎&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, i am also an orphan, but i'm a lizard, my name is Darryl. I live in Hall 14. My family used to live in blk 67, however, my parents died there tragicaly, so ahma took my to block 65 to avoid the cruel human beings. My dad died in blk 67 level 30000 room no. 1390. He went out to buy mosquitoes at Lala's Mama shop and he was spotted by this mad girl called Kaylii, i think she works near Lala mama shop, she went mad and she told another fat gir, mabel,  that my dad was behind HER table..what the hell... u mean kaylii mama shop belongs to her meh? ....not long after her screaming and yelling 2 guys came in, 1 called Qiyang and 1 called Jason. They pushed Lala Mama Shop and stopped my dad from leaving, and they cornered my dad and squashed him! i wont forget it.... it was Jason who covered my dad with a huge white piece of cloth known as the tissue paper and dumped his body into a huge blue container. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is a clean freak. She likes to visit this place where there's a lot of water so she can keep herself clean. That place looks really fun cos u'll see a lot of girls come in and strip and then play with the water, some are quite scary to look at tho... My dad told her that that place is known as toilet. The day my mom died, she went to Toilet as usual and was spotted by 4 human beings namely Yingying, Eileen, Yaping and Mabel(yes that fat girl again!). As usual, they screamed like mad and my mom panicked. After that this guai lan looking guy called Mingsheng came in, HE SPRAYED INSECTICIDE AT MY MOM, she felt really cold but still had strength to run.... But he was too strong for her, he took this red thing known as the dust pan and scooped my mummy up and dumped her  from level 30000! mummy suffered a serious injury and died after a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as i thought i will be safe after i move to blk 65 with ahma... I MET YINGYING! she is my 杀父仇人！I went for a jog after my dinner at level 30000 pantry that day, and i met her, she tried to race with me, so i raced with her... but halfway through she stopped so to be fair to her, i stopped too. Then she ran again so i followed and she stopped again. i didt know what she was up to but jus as i was typing my shoe lace, she DASHED FORWARD!(play smelly)... i didnt want to lose to her so i dashed forward too! but i forgot that there is a sharp bend in front of me! so i flew out of the wall and landed hard on the ground. i heard that mad girl scream.... so scary... that my tail nearly drop off. Why mus there be human beings on earth? sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&lt;我是一只蚊子&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Kelvin, i am a Ghost mosquito! Yes im already dead... i used to live in NIE, in NIE there will be 2 buffet a year... usually held for about  month long in april and september. At the buffet, we have choice of O+ A+ AB+ B+ blood! The dishes changes everyday but some dishes will be there everyday also.... actually i dunno how the dishing system works lah... Sometimes, there will be a few dangerous zones that we wont enter... cos around that zone there will be a weird smell... it's the mosquito warning coil... if u enter that area... the likelyhood on you exploding is very high. yah.. i exploded too. But i didnt enter that zone... i wanted to go home after my buffet dinner and i jus explode. Huh? u dunno how exploding occurs? oh it's when u eat too much and u fly at low speed, u'll explode! PIAK! and u'll be flattened. ya.. like that loh. i heard that the person who found me was called mingsheng, he found me on his left palm after he lifted his right palm. he was nice enough to cremate me, he burned my on the mosquito warning coil... and his friend called him cruel...dunno why also..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111227340470997787?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111227340470997787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111227340470997787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111227340470997787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111227340470997787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/03/series-of-stories-written-by-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111199676633615441</id><published>2005-03-28T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:45.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope my Friends are Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...at least for today i know miss yoong will be happy haha... 21st liao... fianlly.... altho she's dreading it but im sure she lvoe ths surprises we gave her n her party she had last week. =) I like to give ppl surprises... like to see their happy faces... haha... altho the planning part is really very tiring... but it's worth it... will post up some funny pictures soon. Miss shanyi's birthday is coming too... but her birthday is super near exams and im stressed with so many projects... think shall get a better pressie with miss yoong for her... dun really have enough time to make a nicer present or surprise... sigh... think she'll understand... now i have a lot of present ideas to make for my frens... so those reading this... u better pray hard that i still remember the ideas after my exams... or pray hard that i still have ideas by your 21st birthday... hahaha poor kaylii! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... some explanations for my title. saw miss yoong's happy face last night... but i heard mr chicken's sad voice few minutes ago. his dad had a relapse. i can feel his sadness. i know how worried he is right now. i had the same type of feelings before. suddenly xin suan suan. feel like crying. oh man. please dun make my friend so worried n upset. the feeling is really terrible n tormenting. please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more sad friend.... becos! well or rather.. i think it's more of stress bah... hope ur projects are done by the time u read this ya? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone preparing for your exams... good luck ya? jiayou! it'll be over soon! (like real... sighs..) jiayou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111199676633615441?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111199676633615441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111199676633615441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111199676633615441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111199676633615441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hope-my-friends-are-happy-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111181852833701893</id><published>2005-03-26T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:45.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.... everyone just started quizing each other again.... so here's mine lah hehehe.... use your real name man hahahaha... or something i can recognise haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=050326012657-671128"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=050326012657-671128&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111181852833701893?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111181852833701893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111181852833701893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111181852833701893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111181852833701893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111091560720119665</id><published>2005-03-16T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:45.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Loving Memory of&lt;br /&gt;My Wonderful Mummy&lt;br /&gt;My Lovely Angel&lt;br /&gt;Koh Bee Lian&lt;br /&gt;(5 Feb 1959 - 17 March 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who left me for heaven&lt;br /&gt;She is the most wonderful woman on earth&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;She is the most Wonderful woman in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mummy..&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone for a year already...&lt;br /&gt;But i still miss you badly.&lt;br /&gt;I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Ber Ber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111091560720119665?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111091560720119665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111091560720119665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111091560720119665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111091560720119665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-loving-memory-of-my-wonderful-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111091532214607531</id><published>2005-03-16T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/CNY2004 0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/CNY2004 0031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama &amp; Mummy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111091532214607531?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111091082611269355</id><published>2005-03-16T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:44.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/CNY2004 021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/CNY2004 021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lovely Family..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111091082611269355?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111064432827955602</id><published>2005-03-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:44.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i'm very stressed up with projects nowadays....the number or project jus keep increasing n dun decrease i dun understand why also... well i'm not gonna blog abt my projects anw... just blogging abt some types of ppl...i also dunno why...jus feel like blogging about this kind of ppl... who'll try all means to piss u off... well i experienced this kind of shit dunno how many times... n that's why i have a huge libraries of the things they say/do to TRY to piss the hell out of u.. hoho... read on n see if this happened to u b4 or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUH? you mean u dunno ah? U Sure u dunno ah? No one tell u meh? really dunno ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"我&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;早&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;就知道了... 你现在才知道啊？"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunnno er... not i do one how i know...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no i never say such things before. not me lor not me lor... no lor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"你不懂啊？全部人都懂了leh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ORHHHH... 我早就知道了... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha just some thoughts la... i have no idea why some people like to say such things.... probably to show that they are better...haolian... or probably they are jus pethetic... they jus dun wanna appear lousy in front of ya~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u guys had a fun times reading.... cos a sad blog is coming up. cos a day that i'm totally not looking forward to is coming. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111064432827955602?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111064432827955602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111064432827955602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111064432827955602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111064432827955602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-im-very-stressed-up-with-projects.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-111018360470329733</id><published>2005-03-07T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:44.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry..</title><content type='html'>I've Been Crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Ive been crying like mad lately... no im not moody nothing really bad happened to me... i'm jus behaving liao some crying bun(哭包) lately... maybe it's Evon/Yingying 上身... I cried when i read about the Maur accident... cried when i watched the news n saw the victim's family cry... i cried when i watch 光良's 童话MTV... cried when they repeated the MTV again.... the biggest one came yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the repeat version of SUper Sunday... 超级任务。。。许茹芸wanted to find this guy... this guy from her promary school... the story she told can be easily pictured out. this mischievious boy who love to make fun of her... n there was this incident where he called her a da mu zhu... n she slapped him really hard n made him cry(as in teared only la)... since then...they stopped talking to each other... he avoided her.. she wanted to apologose but didnt dare to... SO! finally..she decided to find this guy out to liike apologise..she didnt even mind him slapping her back haha... but he's dead. i really never expect this outcome... that guy died when he was about 20 yr old only. so sad... it was really sad. boo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cn forsee myself crying again in one of this days....either i cry cos my pessimistic neighbour make me cry or i'll cry cos i cannot finish my 5 projects this week and 3 next week. pass me some tissue man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-111018360470329733?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/111018360470329733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=111018360470329733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111018360470329733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/111018360470329733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/03/cry.html' title='Cry..'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110982430726536086</id><published>2005-03-03T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... Mabel  21 岁了！！</title><content type='html'>Im finally 21....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://princessmabel.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://princessmabel.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt change blog hor... jus a link for u guys to see.. =) didnt link this in my blog cos i dun want EVERYONE to look at this blog hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... i had fun last night at 12.. =) full of surprises... really...i tot yingying planned for a celebration for me with hall mates..didnt expect my sec sch frens n my bro to come too hehee.. and So so so many hall ppl came up.. =) chao gan dong.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i kena sabo till i have to bathe again... but yah.... im still happpy la... oh ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks to MR Kang and Yingying for cleaning the mess with me... hehehehe... if not i think the cleaner auntie will faint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. once again... Happy Birthday to myself... hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110982430726536086?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110982430726536086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110982430726536086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110982430726536086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110982430726536086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/03/finally-mabel-21.html' title='Finally... Mabel  21 岁了！！'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110956478517435244</id><published>2005-02-28T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with kids nowadays....</title><content type='html'>Ok... actually i shouldnt describe them as kids... cos they are only a year younger than me... well but im turning 21 REAL SOON (jus a reminder hahaha..) so yah... i feel old nowadays... and get really puzzled when i hear weird stuffs from the so called kids... now read on and see if u feel the same... or am i too old fashioned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. i walked into the lift at nbs... there are 3 gals inside, 1 pretty ah lian(well but she speaks ang moh.. so she's an ang moh liew lian haha) 1 gek cool and sporty ah lian and 1 gek butch gal... okok picture them yourself lah.. haa.. they are all yr 1...form their pattern and the textbooks they're holding la... and here's their conversation...&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Lian: F*** lah...&lt;br /&gt;Sporty Lian: ya lor! F***er man... i wish i can be like man&lt;br /&gt;Butch lian: yah can F*** all you want right&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Lian: YAH! can have sex everyday and dun have to worry. i can sleep with anyone everyday without people actually knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Sporty Lian: Yah... i wish i can have sex everyday it's a pleasure man.&lt;br /&gt;Butch: shut up la horny bitches...&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Mabel: ...................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear... what happen to the world.. hahah... i dunno whether they mean it or not or whether they are really so open well so called open minded... but they really turn me off haha... 女孩子那里可以这样讲话！！！*sighs* they somehow make me feel that they think it's pretty cool to say those things and to think that way... and serious...from their dressing n pattern... all 3 of them lok quite gek sai to me... the pretty lian has a pretty face but she's in pink top pink skirt pink bag pink shoes and a lot of pink accessories. -_-... sporty lian wore a tight spheg top with a sports bra underneath haha a bit weird and then denim skirt and then wore cap(but she's the more presentable one liao la) the butch...well shirt and t shirt inside then berms that kind lor... gek sai... yucks.....&lt;br /&gt;*sighs even harder*&lt;br /&gt;大家。。。 我是不是老了？？？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110956478517435244?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110956478517435244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110956478517435244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110956478517435244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110956478517435244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-with-kids-nowadays.html' title='What&apos;s with kids nowadays....'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110914392219342310</id><published>2005-02-23T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPPT and Me</title><content type='html'>Yeah... the one week break is finally here.. =) well but i'm still in hall tho... cos i guess i probably won't go out shopping or anything... so yup... might as well come back n pretend that it's exam period.. hahah.... well quite diligent tho.... i didnt quite a few reports lioa hohoho... and guess wad...ive been exercising like ...erm..everyday.. hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;Why? well the 1st part started on friday night....went for cycling recce with the rest... it was fun but super tiring and i was the only pathetic gal who completed the route.... mai siao siao im pro okay! hahaa.. anw..my wholebody + leg + hands + butt hurts like hell the next morn i woke up..and thanks to Mr Salonpas...i recovered later that day! i feel really gd after the ache.... like im super healthy..hahah dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;Came back to school on monday evening...went to SRC with Mr Kang for a jog...he's trainging for his ippt... so ya i'm kinda like training weith him hahaha shun bian... hope can shed some weights b4 DnD.. haha! he ran 2.4k... and after he came back it was my turn hahahhaa so scary...i was reminded of my JC days... it's actually quite scary when u know someone is timing u la... so i was so stressed when i ran hahaa... and was super tired too...&lt;br /&gt;tuesday...i saw Mr Sun working so hard recently...so i tot it would be nice to go for a swim,...can shun bian tan... to look like some sporty chio babe...and what happened? it was damn bloody hot..the beach chairs are like bbq hot plates.... lying there applying sun tan lotion was like applying butter to pork chop getting ready for peng gang lor... ok so after lying there for abt 10-15 mins... i popped into the ppol..... tot i felt much better liao and came up again... and i realised that it was really too too hot so i went back into the pool haha... that was how my 20 laps came about la... too hot...bo bian. well instead of a chio sporty babe...i'm like a tetrapack ang gu kwey now... bloody hell. Tht's nt the end lor.... played tennis at src with Mr kang kk and frog... haha quite fun tho but i ended up picking the balls lah... wonder how miss yoong can play so well haha.. the day ended with Mr Kang's 2.4 again... and i ran 1 round with kk after that... hoho for fun lah...&lt;br /&gt;Today! i'm not exercising... hahaha i'm going to my hall bash later..... i'm looking forward to it but not looking forward to the ending leh... not cos im some mad chiongster... but so late....!!! argh... so no sports for me today except to type my report... gotta do some studying b4 i get rdy to go Zouk... hahaha anyway it's my 1st time to Zouk wor hahaa... mai siao siao... gee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end off... actually im quite pissed and im gonna tell u abt it... guys dun laugh. My panty got stolen lor! bloody hell! f*** the stupid access gate lah... useless freak! put access gate there for wad...well..it's not Mr access gates fault actually... i washed my clothes at abt 11pm and when i emptied my basket i confirm remebered seeing that particular panty in there. n then when i collected my laundry frm the washing machine, i made sure that there's nothing left in itla.. i realised that my panty was gone only when i was hanging my clothes.... i went back to laundry rm i messd up everyone's basket...still cannot find.... BLOODY HELL!!! put another access gate in the laundry room lah!l add locks to the washing machines la! WHAT THE HELLLLLL PANTIES ARE VERY EXPENSIVE ONE YOU KNOW U IRRITATING FREAK!!!!! 他妈的。。。&lt;br /&gt;变态狂。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110914392219342310?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110914392219342310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110914392219342310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110914392219342310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110914392219342310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/ippt-and-me.html' title='IPPT and Me'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110898707000582063</id><published>2005-02-21T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/IMG_1586.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/IMG_1586.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh these are my darlings.. Well if u can find yourbeautiful face in this picture... COngratulation! You are invited to my Mcdonalds Treat on 2nd March Canteen A! hohohoh... P.S. No Outside food Allowed..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110898707000582063?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110898707000582063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110898707000582063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110898707000582063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110898707000582063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/oooh-these-are-my-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110883658102254417</id><published>2005-02-20T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Indicators to Know Who Your Dearest Friends Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm..... so many things happened.... it makes me feel like writing about this..... We have so many so many friends... but how many of them are true darlings of yours? Well... i thought about many situations... really many many situations my friends had done things to make me happy or did things that warmed my heart etc...So i decided to write this... If i ever did that to u... Congrats! You're my darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When u see them upset...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u'll either cry with them...&lt;br /&gt;or cry before them..&lt;br /&gt;or you'll feel so upset n have the sour sour feeling(as in xin suan la)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When they are scared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel scared too...&lt;br /&gt;or you'll act tough (tho u're scared) just to make them feel better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When they have problems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll become your problem...&lt;br /&gt;Their problem will bother you as much as it bothers them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When they hate someone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate them too... no matter who that person is... it doesn't even matter if you know that person or not. You'll just hate them "for" your friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When they wanna talk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen&lt;br /&gt;You forgot about your test tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You forgot that you have to wake up early tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You forgot to watch American Idol&lt;br /&gt;Everything else becomes less important...&lt;br /&gt;You can just let her go on and on for hours... you'll just listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When they do something wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll forgive them (if some other ppl do it... they sucks! correct?)&lt;br /&gt;You'll try to lead them to the correct path..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When someone pisses you off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They feel lagi pissed off..&lt;br /&gt;They'll start to bitch abt that whoever..&lt;br /&gt;They'll start to think of ways to counter attack that idiot.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those people who will be with you all the time... friends are those who share a lot of happy moments together...Those who attends your birthday party or birthday treats.. They tell you that you look really good pretty or beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;True friends... are those who'll be there as often as they can when you're upset. Friends who offer to help u solve your problems... friends who offers to help you pack your stuffs when u move house... Those who does a lot of sai gang for you without complaining... when u fight with someone... they'll side u first.. no matter wad... those who'll quarrel with you and then talk to u cos they felt really upset ignoring you. True friends forgive and forgets... u quarrel cos u understand each other too well =) They are frank... if you're fat they'll tell u that u gained weight... not nice means not nice they won't lie... well not to the extent of telling u that you're ugly... but they'll want u to look good, and therefore tell u the truth. They are the people that u feel really lucky to have them around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one such lucky girl. I have quite a few of such friends. At every stage of my life.. i meet a few of such lovely people. So i'm really quite fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have QJ and PZ when i was in sec sch... we quarrel and then end up paging(ya lah last time use pager one..) each other at the same time to apologise... We cried together when 1 of us had a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in JC... was Me Jo Shan n Jia (i really nv consider lr in my grp haha).. we hated this perosn "yee yee"(nickname created by huishan) cos she bullied huishan.. we didnt like this pui gal cos Jo didnt like her... that was what we called Hen Wu Ji Wu (opposite of Ai Wu Ji Wu).. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm uni...i have a roomie... we have very different living habits... and we're almost opposite.. some stuffs she did made me unhappy im sure i did things that made her make her unhappy too. We start to talk less(n lesser..).. like we're no longer close. But when exams are round the corner... we'll remember to leave good luck notes for each other... when i saw her crying to her laptop.. i'll feel worried... n then she'll write me a note to tell me abt it... and when i was afriad that my mom will leave the world.. n cried to my monitor.. she'll come hug me. When we all realised that our relationship turned a lil bad cos we live together..she offered to part. i felt bad. cos i didnt even dare to bring it up. i tot after we "part" that's it liao. but she came back. when mumy left, she gave me a really gd hug. to let me understand that there are ppl who love me. like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i have 2 bimbo buddies... who will laugh at my nonsense n then say bu hao xiao. who'll put down their txtbooks to talk to me when i'm upset. who'll tell me their lil secrets. bimbo y cried till her eyes were so damn ugly the other time. she made me n bimbo r so worried. there was once, bimbo y msged me that she was so sad till couldnt eat n she was scared... i wanted to skip lesson to buy food for her. i was even scareder. when my mom left me.. bimbo y and bimbo r kept talking to me.. they tried to be with me, cos they know i'll cry when im alone. Bimbo y even ask me if i wanna drink water when she goes to the pantry to refill her water bottle (for your info... my rm was right beside the pantry and when she walks frm her rm to the pantry, she wont walk past my rm). Bimbo r has a different type of character.. when she talks to u.. it's somehow sound as tho she's scolding u. even when she praise herself.. she'll go "wo shi zui mei de loh!" default fierce tone. one night i was out wandering at NIE, i made the 2 bimbos so worried. so bimbo r called me and scolded me, yes she scolded me,but it's cos she was worried abt me too. =) when i talked to them abt my mum when we were having lunch... i got quite upset... but guess wad? picture this: the 2 bimbos were holding the spoon full of rice and noodles both with red face and watery eyes.. hah... n then i had to stop n talk abt something else to stop them from crying.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEs... i am this lucky. i have friends. That's why i didnt have to get 2 boyfriends like my poor neighbour. (hoho. whoever reading this. read le forget abt this hor haha.) they are there to constantly remind me that there are a lot of beautiful things in life. I'm truly glad i have these friends... i dun need to see them everyday... but i know when im in trouble... they'll be the 1st to arrive. I love my friends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110883658102254417?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110883658102254417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110883658102254417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110883658102254417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110883658102254417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-indicators-to-know-who-your.html' title='Some Indicators to Know Who Your Dearest Friends Are'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110865061990901054</id><published>2005-02-17T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Skittles 很好吃。。。</title><content type='html'>Yup i finally learned how to upload pics hahaha... a bit slow but at least i finally learned lah! As u can see...i'm so excited that i uploading a few pics at 1 go haha.. anyway...i listen to this song u're listning to right now.. for about 100 times today... i kept repeating it... i dunno why.. i have this habit of repeating songs la.. anyway... this song came from a webbie... it's a blog skin to be mroe exact tho... there's a pic of this couple.... so as i listened to this midi..i tot about mr green skittles.&lt;br /&gt;Mr green skittles is exactly like a green skittles. it taste a lil sour when u pop it into your mouth but soon after that it'll become really sweet. if u bite it, it'll get really sour, but if u suck it nicely, it'll be sweet. =) Jus like Mr Kang... a 吃软不吃硬guy.. =) Sometimes he's really cold..but sometimes...he can be really sweet. that's him..&lt;br /&gt;Mr Green Skittles came into my life a very saddening period in my life. I cried so hard during that period. my eyes were swollen like dunno wad. i hardly smile at him. he listen to me complain. he hugs me when i cry. he dun like to talk.... so he hardly console me. but i realise just him being with me is enough. guess everyone has their flaws.. so i tend to forget abt the nice things he did when i'm upset... Mr Green skittles is not a very approachable n 人见人爱guy... ok maybe girls see le will like la... but Mr green skittles has a default black face... he have lovely dimples but he only smile at ppl he knows... he got the trademark stare.. think he got it from his dad.. Just like Green skittles... green dun look as likeable as the other skittles... but it's really tasty..well at least to me =) i'm like promoting my bf hahahhaa... dun try..slap u one hor hahahaha... well...jus some tots la... bo liao le alwyas feel like blogging one. Probably cos i was looking thru our pics when i heard the song bah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110865061990901054?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110865061990901054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110865061990901054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110865061990901054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110865061990901054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/green-skittles_110865061990901054.html' title='Green Skittles 很好吃。。。'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110864199567141197</id><published>2005-02-17T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/Ah%20chi%20kiak021.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/Mabel_mirror.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chio me hahahahahahah&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110864197045068686?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110864197045068686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110864197045068686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110864197045068686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110864197045068686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/chio-me-hahahahahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110864190183800014</id><published>2005-02-17T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/Ah%20chi%20kiak020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/Ah%20chi%20kiak020.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kang on Vday&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110864190183800014?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110864190183800014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110864190183800014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110864190183800014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110864190183800014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/mr-kang-on-vday.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110864186991881645</id><published>2005-02-17T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/Ah%20chi%20kiak021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/Ah%20chi%20kiak021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kang on V Day&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110864186991881645?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110864186991881645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110864186991881645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110864186991881645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110864186991881645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/mr-kang-on-v-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110864186048687876</id><published>2005-02-17T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/Ah%20chi%20kiak.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/Ah%20chi%20kiak.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Acting Cute Pic...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110864186048687876?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110864186048687876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110864186048687876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110864186048687876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110864186048687876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/acting-cute-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110864184083969707</id><published>2005-02-17T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/bottles.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/bottles.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Bottles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110864184083969707?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110864184083969707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110864184083969707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110864184083969707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110864184083969707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/our-bottles.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110863042687112200</id><published>2005-02-17T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/640/skittles.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1133/320/skittles.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Skittles ????????&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110863042687112200?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110863042687112200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110863042687112200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110863042687112200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110863042687112200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/green-skittles.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110857213834391776</id><published>2005-02-17T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:43.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes my so called holiday again...</title><content type='html'>HMmm.... this week is ending soon.... yeah...welll although there's plenty of work, projects and assignments to be done... but i'm still glad that my holiday is here.... no morning lessons... no need to wake up early haha... i love holidays.... =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... i got my PA results today hohoho.... shortlisted to go for interview at BASF South East Asia... it's a chemical company... dunno whether its MNC or not but it is definitely big... at least the webbie said so la...abt dunno how many hundred thousand staffs... n got HQ in dunno how many countries... so yup... although i didnt get my first choice(actually i can't confirm that yet also hahah cos the shortlisted people for that co. is not out yet)... although BASF is not a Big Shot Marketing firm... i'm glad i got it stilll...my strategy works hahaa... cos BASF is one of the rare few big co. which no one actually take not... eveeryone is swarming to Mettel lor... the company that sell Barbie doll lah... interesting hor... but see... i decided to not wasted or risk my choice.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.... I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to Miss Pretty Intelligent "Cutie pie" Adorable Yoong (yingying i'm not talking abt u..) HAILING!! thanks for the blog design!! yay! it's so nice... i really like it... hahaha... must click on those words there... it's really interesting... n Mr Kang kinda participated in the making of the blog too hahaha... he inform me abt his personal data hahaha... and what's his mood today etc hohoh... yup..so i love the blog... Anyway... just in case u guys didnt notice... u cna DL songs form my blog ok... go to link.. =) cool right! i am pro! hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110857213834391776?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110857213834391776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110857213834391776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110857213834391776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110857213834391776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/here-comes-my-so-called-holiday-again.html' title='Here comes my so called holiday again...'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110857154391299724</id><published>2005-02-17T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; 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And i'm all alone at home feeling really lonely. This song kinda touched me... somehow la... the lyrics is really simple and straighforward... but not to the extend of being obiang. simple and sweet. so i like it. So...well no matter who your da mi is.. treasure them ok cos they r the only ppl who'll make u smile... =) if u havent meet ur da mi... wait patiently... i'm sure it's some where in the sack okie... The one you're listening to now is by a guy... there's a gal verison one..i'll try to make it avai. for downloading okie hehe.. ok finally... To all the mouse out there... Enjoy yourself on V-Day! May U and your Big Rice(da mi) experience the best v day on earth =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110821917216077901?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110821917216077901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110821917216077901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110821917216077901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110821917216077901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='...老鼠爱大米...'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110784775147336026</id><published>2005-02-08T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year..</title><content type='html'>Pheww..i'm finally home. in 2 days...i did 2 projects 2 presentation 2 sleepless nights... terrible! but gues i'm lucky that my project mates are nice.. =) ok well it's finally over.... today's CNY Eve.... guess wad... i dun hgave any special feeling about it... not excited at all man... i didnt even complain cos gotta present on new yr eve... i tot it was okay la... the feeling of loneliness only struck me when i went back to hall to pack my stuffs after my presentation.... then entire block was SO damn quiet! oh dear...everyone ahs gone home for CNY.... thehn i suddenly realised that i shd somehow feel excited mah... but still... i feel nothing...all i want is to get home n sleep... the 2 projects really sucked my energy la... nope. im not sad cos i'm not celebrating cny this yr. not sad at all...i'm not a kid la...i'm jus really super tired haha...i'm falling asleep while typing this haha.. well..happy new yr everyone.. =) have a great year....collect many many ang baos and then keep the money in the bank.... till some time near march..... buy me a nice present okay... my 21st birthday dun forget to buy me present... my wish list is v v v v v long... hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays n tuesdays are my shiong day in sch.... 7-8 hours o f lesson per day... so it's kinda heng also la..at least i wont have so many  amek up lessons ma.. but it can get really tiring.. anw... i went for my GE yesterday n tutor showed us this video called Mei Hua ya la the flower la... anw...it was really touching...altho it's some chinese old old yellowyellow that kinda of movie... but it really affected me... it'a abt war..... jap occupation.. etc.... how some ppl suffered so much how hard ppl fought.. altho there' r a lot of critisim abt the movie but somehow..i like it. anw...when tutor turned on the light after the movie.... picture this... 5 poor gals crying ok la nt really BOO HOO HOO crying but jus tearing n sniffing ya... he panicked..hahaha poor tutor hahaha... oh there are only 5 gals in my class anw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's presentation was fun la..altho we didnt do very well...but we are like so united cos we worked thru the ngiht together hahahha we stayed in free access lab till 11pm n then most of my grp members didnt sleep haha... i slept tho hehee.. joseph bought an ice cream cake cos he wanted the dry ice... for special eeffect for the presentation la... so ya we had some cake after we presented hahaha guess wad... cos it's ice cream cake with chocolate powder on the cake... thick thick layer somemore...all of us put the 1st mouth full into our mouth n started coughing.... haha choked on the coco powder hahahaha.... really hilarious... =) well hope there wont be any mroe stupid projects liao..... wishful thinking la.... yucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...i really buay ta han liao... hope u guys will enjoy yourselves okie... Happy New YR..GOng Xi Fa Cai! oh ya... Ying thanks for the note on ur white board haha n evon.... tell me who bully u..i help u SLAP her hehee... cheer up people n eat all u want!!! eat eat eat... then i wont have to diet so much hahahaha.... laa laa.... gong xi gong xi gong xi ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110784775147336026?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110784775147336026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110784775147336026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110784775147336026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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原来，两个人在一起， 要两个人都快乐。。才真的叫快乐。&lt;br /&gt;他最近一直心事重重，我以为他心情不好。。所以我也心情不好。最近他说了一大堆伤害我的话。。。我很难过。但是生气后又会担心他会不会肚子饿。。。发现原来在不知不觉中我一进不能没有他了。Skittles 觉得我不爱他了但我又觉得是Skittles 不想继续了。 很乱。很难过。是借口吗？还是害怕呢？希望他会像我一样。。。因为害怕失去才会这样。我很烦。&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————————————————————————————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lessons Learned in 1 Night&lt;br /&gt;NIE 有很多保安人员。 昨天我碰到4个。刚好四个种族的。&lt;br /&gt;熊盈莹小姐 和 林瑞珊小姐 和 侯凯丽小姐 很爱我 =）&lt;br /&gt;NTU 的蚊子都很饿&lt;br /&gt;Hall 14 有一对讨人厌的同性恋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110744018726710703?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110744018726710703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110744018726710703' title='4 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surprised that my short silly skittles story affect so so many of u hahaha... jus some tots...maybe i was really sad so i kept thinking abt it on my way back hall...that kind of feeling was really undescribable.... losing sth that u worked really hard for(well... i kinda saved it up ya..) can be really saddening... =) yup... ok wad abt my skittles now.... i read Kaylii's blog... n realised... actually different ppl have a different perception abt their precious skittle. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... is my sec sch gathering again hahah cos Jen came back frm Aust.... she changed a lot.... dunno why... but i still feel v close to her... as if she didnt left Singapore at all... changed maybe cos everyone grew up le bah... =) more matured.... n she's so slim now...i wont use skinny hahahaha that word is for ms khongor hahaha... hmmm... n she's seems more independent to me now.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt meet any of my Skittles today... well i mean my purple skittles... we talked abt many many things today... n dunno y everyone kept talking abt my 1st Skittle (Skittles sound so weird without s..Skittle.. heck la)...  mamy many memories were brought back haha... silly things i used to do for him... waking up super early jus to make breakfast for him... me not eating breakfast n faint on mrt...jealous over silly stuffs... n the lovey dovey moments hahaa... no wonder my mom alwaysb say those r puppy love haha... cos when u grow up...u'll know that kinda of relationships r sweet n funny n memorable... jus like puppies haha.. back then.... it was chu lian... not so much tension.... cold war etc.... only silly quarrels n argument... things wont be so complicated... u like me n i like u... then it'll be u love me n i love u..... 2 person in the world... no one else... very innocent very carefree.... everylittle things moves your heart... u get happy when he hold ur hands for the very 1st time... ur heart will race like formula 1 when he say i love u.. sth lidat...  =) I tot of that n kinda miss those days.. haha... not that i want him back... but the happy feelings are really memorable. cos even if we do, things wont be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok today's conversations did remind me of him for awhile. hahahaha.. so childish hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have my green skittle.... i'm happy with it.... jus like how i treated my pathetic green skittle left in the bag..... i feel that he's my precious 1... so i'm contented... n i'll treasure it. cos i feel that this skittle stayed cos of me not cos he couldnt find his way out of the pkt hahaha.... zong er yan zhi.... this skittle is really impt to me. sometimes i do wonder if the other skittles taste nice... but usually i'll tell myself that this green one is the nicest liao.... got 1 nice tasty green skittle...Skittles 吃多了会有蛀牙的。。。hahaha... full stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110613340520878902</id><published>2005-01-19T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skittles 的故事。。。</title><content type='html'>ok today i shall be like Ying Ying and Kaylii... Cos i'm gonna blog about a lesson i learned today(ref yingying's blog..) and...i'm gonna blog as i eat... like kaylli hoho... she always eat eat front of her laptop... n then she'll be to engrossed then she'll forget abt her food...that explains her weight lost...ya....try to be like her see if i'll lose weight hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pkt of Skittles with me today....my favourite Skittles is green and yellow... most people like the purple ones...duno y also... ok... i like to save the best for last....So.... i offered everyone Skittles... ok sorry ying n rs by the time i reached rm lect...我已经分完了... yup so i have about 1/4 pkt full of yellow n green Skittles...and i'm so happy... i kept in my bag n kinda forgot abt it... i had GE jus now.....  i dunno my classmates well.... so i decided not to eat the Skittles in class cos i dun feel like offering to them hoho but 不offer又好像很坏。。。so... i decided to 忍till the end of the class.... 6pm... i happily took out the pkt in my bag..... pik piak piak piak piak piak piak piak piakkkkkkk...... i held it upside down.... everything dropped out......yes..all my green n yellow skittles.... boo hoo hoo..i stared at my skittles for awhile..... n decided to 逃离现场。。。i held my skittle bag...feeling so upset.... a lot fo 早知道s...早知道 finish the whole pkt early in the morning...早知道 share it with yingying n rs...早知道 offer my GE classmates... 早知道 go back hall then eat...when i as about to throw the bag away...i realised that there's actually 1 more green skittles in the bag... =) well... gd enough... i popped it into my mouth n decided not to bite it... slowly suck... hohoho.... 还是green skittles 好...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i learned... hmmm...拥有的时候要懂得珍惜，但太过珍惜就会害怕失去。。。失去心爱的东西不代表彻底的失败。。。因为在每个人的生命途中。。。 都会有自己的那一颗skittles....乖乖地在等待。。。when the door of happiness closes, another opens, but very often, we look so long at the clossed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.... Skittles 不掉都已经掉了，哭也没有用。。。逼自己捡起来吃。。又会吃坏肚子。。。 Yup...i'm happy enough... at least the kind green skittles stayed in the bag for me hohoho.... 很满足了。。。 when u suddenly realised that this poor skittles is still in the bag...u'll treasure it more..... hope u guys will find your green (well if u prefer other colours...change it yourself) skittles soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110613340520878902?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110613340520878902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110613340520878902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110613340520878902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110613340520878902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/01/skittles.html' title='Skittles 的故事。。。'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110581682849525602</id><published>2005-01-16T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOC : Kang : Attachment : FYP : School : KL</title><content type='html'>alright.... i know the title is a lil "huh?!?" yup... that's like some agenda and things that i'm gonna blog abt lah...so many things happened... a lot of 感触s... happy...sad... i'm quite impressed with myself... i can  be really happy to some ppl n get reeally sad to some.. mad huh... dunno y also... think i'm quite complicated lately.. like many things happens at the same time... so fast... till i cannot really react... 喘不过气... and so yup.... this happens sometimes... so yup.... results in happy sad happy sad hapsad.. n i get kinda confused... sorry hc i made u worried...i'm fine man..... jus a suddenly confusion haha... ok let's begin our meeting.. (got agenda mah.. then have meeting lor...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALright... for those who dunno.. HOC = Hall Opening Ceremony... eh? or is it Hall Olympiad Ceremony ah? heck la... it's a night where all the halls in ntu comes together for a major inter hall mascot n cheerleading competition... yup... cheerleading as in those ang moh style on... got gals kena toss here n there fly up n down those kind..(picture: gals giving those HUGE SMILES abt 2 million watts that kind... then nod their head damn hard... cant pic? next time i demo... i'm quite good at it... according to yingying la... cos i always make her laugh if i do it..) k.... last yr... hall 1 was 1st... hall13 2nd n my hall (14) got 3rd... yup... they were damn happy... n i was like "oh~ good for them"... their victory didnt realy affect me... maybe cos i didnt have that sense of belonging then... but i know...they're good... and i mean it... i attended last yr's HOC too and i could see the difference... our stunts were so high std one orh.... but hall 1 was even better lah.. =) This yr...i'm in the JCRC... i didnt know it'll make a difference... went to the sports hall as usual.... but somehow... i became a more enthu supporter this yr... i screamed my heart out when i saw my hall cheerleaders...i know they're gg to make us proud... They did.. they did beautiful stunts... Those who hardly smile at ppl in sch smiled so beautifully n profesisonally.. haha... jus like those ang moh cheerleaders... they did their stunts really well... I was so so proud of them,... i'm sure many hall 14 ppl think so too.. But they werent even in the top 3. That's not fair. I am serious... i wont say we're no 1 standard... but at least top 3... some hall merely dance n shake their butt...  n they won.. haiz...so sad u know..... heard frm ying that the judges deducted pts for dangerous stunts... -___-  if they dun want dangerous stunts... call that inter hall dance competition la... Even the super gd hall 1 didnt get into top 3... so i was kinda 心服口服... not that i think hall 6 shd get 1st... but i feel that even the best hall didnt get into top 3... so we shdnt be so pek chek abt it... judges kelong... hohoho.. ok... return to my feeling part... this yr... i almost wanted to cry when i saw the poor female hall 14 cheerleaders cried... ya... very 心疼... it's not easy to be a cheerleader.. i know they trained really hard n put in a lot of effort... n they did reallywell.... they dun deserve that... haiz.. sad.. *__* SO this yr..there's a diff... cos it affected me... i realised i was very sad..my heart sank when hall got 3rd(eh kaylii ur hall leh haha..) not that i hate that hall lah... jus... jealous i guess... HAIZ! CHEER UP HALL 14.. U ALL ARE REALLY GREAT LIAO&gt;&gt;&gt; the judges shd jus go eat shit..aha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MASCOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... i'm so involved with mascot this yr..cos my beloved neighbour is the in charged.. hahaha doing mascot sounds fun to me initially... but it's really tedious... spongebobo squarepants huants me now hahaha... Hall14's mascot this yr is Spongebob... i helped to make the yellow fella the ngiht before hoc... it was fun la..everyone laughed as each part of sponge bob was completed... but it's kinda tiring...the process. =) altho our hall didnt win... but i mus say our mascot was still v cute..it made a lot of ppl laugh.... hahaha.... maybe cos they saw this yandao guy stuck in between 2 styrofoam board trying to act cute hahaha..... spongebob is cute la.. but like yingying say.... 现在看到都会怕.... hhaha..kaylii..dro by ying's rm to look at it... think ying MIGHT jus give it to u man.... it's quite cute.. =) u'll love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attachment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About time to choose a company to go for my Professional Attachment (PA)... u know..going for an overseas attachment never crossed my mind... cos i know i wont be able to take care of myself...i'm gonna miss home badly...etc... but... mr kang n my sister seem to be quite on abt the idea... both encouraged me to go... sis thinks it 'll help my future... like have a gd experience does help in marketing area.. more exposure n stuffs like that.. Mr kang think's it's a gd opportunity... to go learn.. i agree... but i know i dun wanna leave them...ya it's only 2 months... but i'm a baby......... hahhaa... --- That was wad i TOT.&lt;br /&gt;Now... if i'm given a chance... i'm going to op for an overseas attachment. think it's time also la... try to do things that i think i wont be able to.... i shd prove myself wrong... afterall it's only 2 months haha... it's partly cos my my sis's advice... n partly cos of mr kang.. yup...somehow...haiz.. ya... that's if i get the chance to go overseas la...  拭目以待... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.... fpy with siying n gavin...meeting prof ian on monday... hope everything turns out well and hope he gives us a gd proj.... hope can get the Akira overseas trip deal.... =) tell u more if i get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拭目以待sch sucks la... hahaha dread gg to sch u know... so many proj on the way... so many tutorials to do.,... gg to be a hectic sem...i know.... CHIONG AH&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm gg to KL this friday... to do project cum shopping... haha... interesting hor.... my proj mates got contact la... to interview some big shots frm sony... n he lives in KL so we're gg there... hope it turns out well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Kang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...we're fine now. but jus talk abt wad kinda happened 1st bah... we kinda got sick of each other.. till we can jus sit together n not talk for a v long time. till the things we talk abt r a lil bo liao. i was afraid...really... i didnt want the relationship to go on like that. it's like...everything dun turn out very well... i feel very far frm him tho he's right beside me....  i was kinda upset...(when i'm alone)... i felt that our relationship like 变淡... like there's no more sparks.. i realised that i have to really sit down  n think abt it. i need to clear my tots... or maybe think carefully cos i was so confused. i bought sparklers for our monthsary cos i remembered the time whne he bought me sparklers when we jus got together. but we didnt light a stick... i was disappointed... but he didnt seem to bother abt it.. he seem to be so bo chup that night... i dunno why.. i tot abt letting go that ngiht. but i cant bring myself to do it. cos i know that's not wat i want. i was jus being paranoid. so, that night, i sat at my study table n tot for 2 hours(yes evon i heard u coming back u know...) i came up with explanations abt his coldness. and i know he lvoes me, he dun say it v often but i  know it.&lt;br /&gt;ok... that was what happened. so ya... was kinda sad abt my relationship till jus now. we had a lil talk... he suddenly ask me if i'm happy wth him... of course i am... n he finally told me why he was cold that day... cos both his relationship ended on the same monthsary.. -_-... ok maybe he's paranoid... i hate it when he mention abt them. haha but well...at least it cleared my worries. well i told him how i felt... n we kinda cleared the dark clouds... i treasure this relationship. roomie do u remember asking me a qns..abt afraid of losing him cos....yah? remember? think i found my answer... no. i'm afraid of losing him cos i'm too used to him liao =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;End Note&lt;/strong&gt; (eh that's something i learned during this week's RM lecture leh haha)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i'm so luan this week... think some of u reading this might be quite surprise that i'm atually sad..cos i seem to be v happy in front of u all... no i didnt put up a strong front.... seeing u all makes me happy... =) i really enjoy gg to lect with bimbo ying n rs.. =) so much rubbish n stupid jokes... =) n not that i dun wanna share my probs wiht u all also.... jus tt so many things happened.. i also dunno chong he shuo qi... =)... that's all abh.... a very messy blog...... i read it again n dunoo wad i'm tlak abt... sorry if u had a hard time reading it man hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110581682849525602?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110581682849525602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110581682849525602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110581682849525602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110581682849525602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/01/hoc-kang-attachment-fyp-school-kl.html' title='HOC : Kang : Attachment : FYP : School : KL'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110533288155382494</id><published>2005-01-10T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright guess wad... i'm feeling negative about 2005</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what made me feel that way... maybe it's the things happening etc.... but nothing seems exceptionally positive so far... went for lessons... in a rather sian mood i dunno y also... usually i'll be quite excited when i attend 1st lecture... and i should be happier cos this sem most modules are project based... but...yet..i'm sian. i have a alright tmetable that i'm quite happy with... but i dun have any tutorial companions this sem. quite sad. usualy i'll have 1 or 2 friends who have exactly the same tiemtable as me. no more.. so i feel kinda leftout in class. not say i dun have frens la...marketing isnt very big.. but aiyah!! i'm mad... maybe it's jus today... even when i'm typing... this stupid gal sitting beside me is happily reading what i am typing as she chop the seat for her friend.... -_- STOP READING MY BLOG U IDIOT... ok fine.... she turned away...geigei pretend she not looking...think i dunno... think she saw it''or am i over sensitive... ya la she's reading...so many ppl in the com lab... so many kaypohs... i better work harder this sem... i wanna get better results.. so i can be a lil happier haha.. ok i shall notbe so negative abt my new class... i dunno y i jus feel so negative abt ppl now u know. argh.&lt;br /&gt;So fast..... it'll be mummy's bdae in a few weeks time. 5 feburary.... and guess wad... it'll be  her lunar bdae too.... ya..on the same day... this doesnt happen very often u know... =) so i'm gonna buy her 2 presents...and soon after that 17 march will come. i actually survived almost a yr without mummy. dunno how i did it. maybe after all i didnt take it as she left bah. Jasmine (my cousin whose dad passed away last yr..) msged me few days ago...her msg was sth like happy new yr dear gal. hope 2005 will be a better yr for us both. =).... that msg sound kinda sad to me... i hope everyone of us will have a better 2005... pls...&lt;br /&gt;sad case.... i think i tend to get very pessimistic when i'm alone u know hahah. yes i'm sitting alone in NBS Access Lab waiting for Mr Kang... ok i shall not wait for him next time... go back hall still got ying n rs to talk to... =) ok..... shall not be sad liao!!! im a bit mad right...talking to myself...... argh...&lt;br /&gt;ok..kaylii come over soon okay.... miss girls talk! hohoho... ok fullstop. Dun Worry Be Happy! oh btw do u know that the singer of "DUn worry be happy" committed suicide.. contridicting hor...see? 骗自己。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110533288155382494?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110533288155382494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110533288155382494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110533288155382494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110533288155382494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/01/alright-guess-wad-im-feeling-negative.html' title='alright guess wad... i&apos;m feeling negative about 2005'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110526411991241048</id><published>2005-01-09T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stupid Dirty Room...</title><content type='html'>I dun understand.....why is my room so dirty... i cleaned it less than 2 weeks ago. and i wiped my table 2 days ago..and it's dirty again..... eh...i'm not the super neat frak type..... i really mean the dust came back within like 2 days... argh..... stupid jurong...why can't you kinda purify your air a abit... why is my room so dirty!!! &lt;a href="mailto:argh..................!@#$%"&gt;argh..................!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110526411991241048?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110526411991241048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110526411991241048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110526411991241048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110526411991241048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-stupid-dirty-room.html' title='My Stupid Dirty Room...'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110499722430388304</id><published>2005-01-06T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok guess wad song is this...</title><content type='html'>ok...i didnt intend to blog..but this translate version of an english song made me laugh like mad..u all try to translate it back to english.. yingying n evon..u all sure laugh like mad one pls control.. haha..this is my friend's tranlation homework... ya to translate an english song... (NUS Module like v fun hor...)  jo...paiseh i can't help it but copy it off ur bro's blog haha.. ok here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;与我说话，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;宣布名字，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你摔掉我，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一点感情都没。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你点了小火而我开始倒数，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;就如炸药， 亲爱的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;与我说话，像我比示，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你面府两人如属双子座。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你玩爱情游戏而打动我心，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;像个鼓， 亲爱的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;如果幸运神能在我旁，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们就在此派对。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我会让她硬来至到忍无可忍而昏迷过去因她言行一致。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;她碰，她碰，亲爱的。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;她摇，她摇，我快疯狂&lt;/em&gt;，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;因她像一朵花但她钉像蜜蜂，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;就像历史中的每个女人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha i assume all my friends are quite intelligent to know wad song it is frm the 1st line huh..... if u still dun get it... translate the 1st line again and again... hahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110499722430388304?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110499722430388304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110499722430388304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110499722430388304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110499722430388304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-guess-wad-song-is-this.html' title='ok guess wad song is this...'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110499260136774827</id><published>2005-01-06T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School reopen....</title><content type='html'>WHen i was young... I used to get very excited the day before scholl reopen...I'll pack my back...go through my new text books... read them as tho i understand... look at my new sch shoes again n againfill my new water bottle and drink water from there..... n then i'll be too excited to sleep n wake up early... hahah... very bo liao right.... i wonder if i'm the only one... but yes... i was very excited when my school holiday ends... cos there wasnt such a word "stress" when i was in primary school and we have fun with our friends.... Even in sec schs n JC...i still kinda look forward to school reopen.... cos i'll get to see my crush.. haha... and yup...see my classmates...n still enjoy myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... i no longer look forward to school reopen now... i wish holiday was longer.. dunno y also..... cos i know exams will be round the corner in a blink of eye.. everything will be so fast paced...stress stress... ok...lemme be mroe positive.... n think of some reasons to look forward to school reopen....&lt;br /&gt;1. Cos i'll be going back to hall and see my hall mates...hohoho&lt;br /&gt;2. cos kaylii is moving to hall 15.. =)&lt;br /&gt;3. cos im gonna work harder this sem and i'll get a better results..&lt;br /&gt;4. cos the 4 modules i'm taking will be mostly project based... (yes..really... 2 50% ones and 2 70% ones... )&lt;br /&gt;5. cos 2005 will be a better year... everything will be happier..(i hope..)&lt;br /&gt;6. 6 more months to the end of my JCRC service..&lt;br /&gt;7. 6 more months to my Professional Attachment (i dun really look forward to this..but hmmm...ok la..experience lah hor..)&lt;br /&gt;8. 6 more months to my so called holiday...&lt;br /&gt;9. maybe i can have a short overseas holiday 6 months later...&lt;br /&gt;10. 3 more months to my 21st bdae...(i seriously dun look forward to it either...)&lt;br /&gt;11. i can't think of anymore positive things to write hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually we dun have a choice...cos school is ALREADY "opened" hahaha... welll let's look forward to a better sem and a better year..gd luck everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**i met Mdm Twu today..she's my JC civics tutor... a very motherly tutor who loves me a lot... =) she's pregnant again! hahah 3rd child.. =) a boy a boy.. so good... she got 2 boys n 1 gal now hehehe... anyway...S14 ppl if u read this...Mdm Twu wants me to tell u all that she misses u all badly.. =) i miss mdm twu too...suddenly realised that.. are we too busy that we forget abt out old teachers...? but sometimes we are free right... how come we never really bother to go visit them or email them.... sad right... only when i bump into Mdm Twu then i realise i didnt contact this tutor who helped me promote to y 2... this tutor who treat me like her own daughter..and always praise me.. for 2 long yrs.. =ok...S14 gathering on the way... planning planning... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110499260136774827?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110499260136774827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110499260136774827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110499260136774827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110499260136774827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/01/school-reopen.html' title='School reopen....'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110494153932442146</id><published>2005-01-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>香港六日逍遥游！买东西吃东西买东西吃东西。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 - 29 Dec 2004 (Happy Bdae Kaylii..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached airport at 6am in the morning with dear feeling super sleepy hahaha... well as usual... vomit like some mountain turtle on plane... urgh.. the journey was super bumpy and with lotsa turbulences(shd i put an s there?).. yup.. reached HK at abt 11 plus... the weather was so cooling.. =) i THOUGHT it'a cooling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping our stuffs at Metropole Hotel...we headed to Victoria Peak..山顶... it was brrr Brrr BRRRR cold lor.. ahahha about 8 degrees... urgh.. and the wind was bloody strong... hahaha but it was still quite fun lah.. u know.., jumping ard...feeling excited in a new place hahaha... took many nice pics of HK's 夜景。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies Market is very near our hotel..so we shopped ard there that night...well... dun go there if u visit HK...bo liao one... i mean..really nothing interesting mah ho ho ho... MS bought me a bag there tho... erm am i contridicting myself... well but according to my friends... there are more shopping heavens in mongkok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well head back to the hotel... and watch HK tv.. haha a bit bo liao.. go HK watch TV.. but national geographic had to feature Volcano Mt St Helens that night! It was v nice u know... v v v v interesting...yah that was how i spent my day 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 30 Dec 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Kinda like this day... Cos me n ms went to Ocean Park... we wanted to go as a grp... as in all 5 of us.... (ms, me, alex, yasi n michelle) and meet sam(my HK fren) there... but then.... the 3 of them decided to go meet their own hk frens instead... well so i went happily with ms alone hahaha... we were late and didnt really play all the rides with Sam and friends... but we still had fun on our own lah... Minetrain was our 1st ride... it's the 1st time  i hear dear shout till like tt... hahahahahaha... really hilarious ho ho ho.. but the ride was exciting!! then we went to watch fishes... and went up this viewing machine which will go up high high so that u can enjoy some scenery.. haha.... then ferris wheel... everything long queue... kinda sian haha... then we went to watch Dolphin show! it was great lor... Mandai Zoo's animal show suddenly become so bo liao now haha.. really.. the dolphiins and sea lions are sooo cute.. and they were born in ocean park u know... =) raging river was a fun right... not as scary as the one in Escape theme park... but we got equally wet.. haha.. then we took the long scary cable car with 3 aunties to the lowland to visit my old fren,, an an and jia jia... pandas are so cute.. =) oh ya.. something i'll like to highlight.. u know the stalls in ocean park sells delicious food! not like Singapore.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Sam and his friend Yann(who loook a lot like Marcus my cousin... but 2 times bigger haha)..we went to eat at 大家乐..the HK chinese fast food... the food there is very nice too... =) i like going out with them... cos the places they took us too are the places tt Hongkong people usually go to..and not some tourist spots.. =) and we decided to shop around mongkok again... haha.. bought a lot of clothes... then we met another fren of sam.. Nathan... he's a Singaporean..who went to work as a teacher in HK.. haha funny hor.. n he share the same name with our hamsum president...he's a nice guy too... told us many many MANY good shopping location around our hotel... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to a local 茶馆to have a drink with them... quite fun tlaking to them haha... 不知不觉talk until 12am hahaha... and we decided to go back to hotel... hehe... and by the time we reach...the 3 of them were all asleep.. and yup..we guess tt they'll probably head to Ocean Park tmr.. so we planned our day 3 ourselves~~ heee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3 - 31 Dec 2004 - New Yr EVeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept like dead logs.. haha woke up at abt 12 in the afternoon hahaha... day 3 is a great shopping day..we went to the places Sam and gang told us and bought a lot a lot alot of stuffs... dear bought a pair of v nice adidas shoes at sports street...=)bought clothes for myself... v satisfying =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supose to meet the 3 of them for a small count down... BUT.. they didnt contact us at all.. and Sam asked us to join him n his friends.. so we did.. it was SO so so fun hahaa we walked frm Mong Kok to Tsim Sha Tsui..we count down at a pub called Funky Town.... and we count down in contonese hahaha... the ppl there were so nice... everyone had party poppers except us cos we went in late... n they actually gave us the extras that they bought.. =) and hehehe the party poppers we SO HUGE that i scared i'll blast my ears off... so i gei gei pass it to my frens n held my tiny popper(u know u know the normal ones with have in singapore..tiny wine bottle shape tt kind.. u pull the thread..) ya.. n ms had the same thing..i bet he feels the same.. n then we realised tt we are surrounded by HUGE party poppers... so when we we doing th count down.. our heads got lower and lower hahaa... guess wad... our popper made the loudest noise.. turn out tt the party poppers only make a tiny "pop" sound hahahah... cowardy us! haha... the confetti were BEAUTIFUl...imagine 80 ppl popping at the same time.... wooo.... happy new yr to myself.. =) ok lemme names those nice frens of Sam... i mus remember them... Yann, Nathan, Fiona, Queenie, Billy, Eason Lookalike(i forgot his name) and of course.. Sam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya u can imagine how dead i was when i reached hotel... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4 New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah i was quite excited on that day cos i was suppose to meet my HK cousin Patrick and have dinner with his family that night... we got up early n walked around our area (again..but it was still fun lah)..we had hot vitasoy in glass bottles.. Singapore vitasoy suddenly taste like drain water.. =) hahah... and we had 臭豆腐。。。 frm dear's expression... i bet he wont wanna try it again hahaha...walked passed 7-11...n i saw this cute looking tikam machine selling this majoing type of handphone chain... it's really cute... hahaha.... and it's 5HKD... hahaah lie abt 1 dollar here lah..... n dear was kind enuff to let me turn once hahaa... cos he usually dun let me play with all these..think he thinks it's cute too...and not v ex.. =) i got a gorilla majoing hahaha.... yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we met Patrick at Mongkok MTR... he seems quite surprised that we could navigate... -_-yah but he's very nice lah... took us to Causeway Bay...where i found MANGO...and cos it's ultra cold winder time.... they sell sleeveless tops as tho they r free.. abt 10 or less per top ho ho ho... and there no long queues for cashiers and dressing rm lor... buttrying was kinda tedious for me lah hahaha.. cos i had to take out 5 piece..jus to try 1 piece...yes yes.... for the 1st time in my life.. i wore 5 (i wore 6 by the end..read on read on) tops at 1 go..haha... jus like a ba zhang....luckily my jacket is blue.. hee...then we bought laopo bing... etc... we took a ultra long bus to patrick's home... which is at new territories... sub urban area... and it's even colder down there.... i can't stop shivering...(kaylii are u thanking god.. hahaha...think u'll die if u were there..)...had dinner with patrick's dad n mom...stanley kor3kor1 wasnt there... we had some chinese food.... i never tried most of them b4...maybe i shd say it's HK food... i ate brinjal(yes yes yes...vegetable...purple one somemore...) fish tongue...(i hate it..ya...but...erm...polite... courtesy... ) hahaha... and before we left Patrick's mom which is my gugu... insisted that i take her jacket... cos according to her...i'm wearing too little clothes... and she gave me her jacket...it looks normal lah,...plain one... but it's green... yes think bazhang.. and she made Patrick send us back... i mean accompany us back... all the way to Mongkok..so poor thing... the journey was so long u know... haiz.... all i can say is that my relatives are really really nice...even dear say they're really great.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5 - 深圳惊险一日游&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...we decided to join Alex they all n their HK frens to go Shenzhen.... gotta meet them at 10am... but me n dear wanted to eat Tim SUm..so we woke up at 730 instead hahaha... had tim sum at 豪华大酒楼...ya... sound very 豪华 right... haha... it's jus opposite the hotel..HK timsum is good... n singapore's tim sum suddenly become like plastic toys to me... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a train to Shenzhen.... along the way... the HK frens are telling us repeated that we MUST look after out belongings v careful...many many times... say till we were all so so stressed when we reached there...now picture... 5 singaporeans stepping into danger city of shenzhen hidding their bags in the jacket as tho they have huge beer bellies.. looking at every passerby suspiciously... yes.. so.... i was to stress to have the mood to shopp....the things there are cheap..but i really didnt have the mood lioa hahah... so we kinda wasted time there lah n there were so many people cos it was a sunday... guess wad? we went back..-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to hk...i felt much better...went to buy Gai Zai Pang鸡仔饼... n we shopped around again hehehe... we were quite broke that ngiht cos we didnt bring a lot of money out....yah cos of stupid shenzhen.... while walking back to our hotel with michelle... we saw the machine again... guess wad.... mingsheng dig out a 5 dollar coin to let me play!! aww i was so touched..we were really broke hahaa... n we got a bumble bee mahjong... n michelle wanted to turn too... n she got a normal looking one (yes get my tone...? shall not announce any hatred)... 2 mahjong for me ho ho ho... =) n dear say i can turn another 1 before i leave tmr~ hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6- Last Day... =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda sad that day...cos i kinda got used to HK liao... didnt miss long liao...awww... we shopped ard our area that day... n went to eat Mcdonalds.. hahah cos ms wanted to try to pork burger hahaha... taste gd lah... haha... bought more clothes... =) and we went to our tikam machine again...n he let me turn 2 hehehe... got a magnet mahjong(evon n ying love it..) and a jap gal mahjong.. =)&lt;br /&gt;then went to the airport... n met Cecilia Cheung... and Dicky Cheung... haha... took pic with Cecilia... hhaha... ok that's wa sthe end of nice stuffs to say for day 6... cos an idiot spoilt my day 6! ok... i repeated my story many times liao so i shall not say it again liao.... ask yingyig ask ruishan hahahaa... that idiot said stuffs tt really pissed my off n made me regret for trying to be nice to her n trying to make her trip happier.... such a loser... n cos i know she said those stuffs to piss me off... i told meself not to scold back... i jus kept quiet n let her kpkb (ms didnt save me lor...-_-) i felt tt by not scolding hr back.... im still the victim... n let her be the huai ren... she'll have her 坏报 one.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;yup...i'm back in SIngapore.... hot hot SIngapore....well... not i rather Singapore's weather lah... freezing is v kelian one... hahaha.... but i still miss hk... and the new friends i met there....... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;香港好棒哦！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110494153932442146?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110494153932442146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110494153932442146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110494153932442146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110494153932442146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='香港六日逍遥游！买东西吃东西买东西吃东西。。。'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110417317601895878</id><published>2004-12-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2004 in a blink of an eye.</title><content type='html'>I dunno where did this come frm... my fren fwded it to me anw.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;swear, cry till i feel like fainting, blah.... all i wanna say are things tt i wish i wont have to do lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;think i didnt have any new year resolutions... the alst one i made was like when i was sin primary sch i think.... but this yr i will... i i made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Loads! ALvina... well for those who MIGHT know her... she's Ca-yen's mummy... and Cat lor... my Primary sch fren's wife.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Uncle Richard, Uncle QingQing, and pls read the list i blog abt few weeks back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;did ah.. Hongkong.. going to... but by 2005 i shd have VISITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;happiness. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;17 March 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;no achievements. oh ya... i lost abt 5 kg in march...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;to be a better daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;fever hahahaha nothing serious actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i bought ah.... yuan qi shen cha....genki tea lah the slimming tea..not tt it works lah it reminded me to diet hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;no one actually... my mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;bank -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;My hk trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;Happier or sadder: sadder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinner or fatter: very thinner in march. but overall Fatter I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richer or poorer: Richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;wasting time on silly people n stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;xmas day? xmas eve is a bbq + steamboat with kk n gang... xmas day will be lunch with ms's family n dinner with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. i fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV programme? New one?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore idol... XI ling MEn... k lah i'm a cheena singaporean lah... SI not bad wot.... at least got a lot of stuffs for me to bitch abt hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday With Morries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;jay chou REALLY REALLY REALLY R.E.A.L.L.Y. RULES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;erm want n got cna? want hp got hp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was your favorite film(s) of this year?&lt;br /&gt;erm... lemme think... shutter muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;a very extremely family tregedy type of bdae this yr. n i wanna forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;same. jeans n t shirts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;mingsheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Jay chou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism. but for now.. the STUPID TSUNAMI.... (well a bo liao uncivilised fren of mine tot tsunami is related to Tiramisu... -_-)what a way to end the yr... stop it...&lt;br /&gt;can i say sth abt religion... i dun care who read this... but people frm city harvest... pls... leave me ALONEEEEE!!!! argh!!! i really DUN LIKE TO GO TO CHURCH... i respect your GOD.. (see i spell everything in caps..) so pls respect me... sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;wha... no one in particulatr bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004:&lt;br /&gt;Treasure your love ones. Live your life to the fullest so u wont have any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110417317601895878?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110417317601895878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110417317601895878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110417317601895878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110417317601895878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-2004-in-blink-of-eye.html' title='My 2004 in a blink of an eye.'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281061.post-110399311977039376</id><published>2004-12-26T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:28:42.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>Hor hor hor... a bit early right.. but well i'm leaving for HK in a few days time mah...just in case i dun have the time hehehee..here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To have a normal but happy year 2005&lt;br /&gt;2. A better relationship with my family.... not saying tt it's bad la.. jus want it to be even better..&lt;br /&gt;3. To get better grades.. i mean it... i really studied hard man..&lt;br /&gt;4. To be a happier person...&lt;br /&gt;5. Less Bad news please! PLEASE..&lt;br /&gt;6. All my love ones will be in good health&lt;br /&gt;7. Everyone will be happier...&lt;br /&gt;8. More people falling IN love instead out out of love...&lt;br /&gt;9. Bitches n bastards(read last last last entry) and gays will jus disappear..&lt;br /&gt;10. Dumb ass n silly ass-es will finally "wake up" and lead the happy and wonderful life they deserve&lt;br /&gt;11. less tears..&lt;br /&gt;12. more laughter..&lt;br /&gt;13. To be a better&lt;br /&gt;14. and stronger person&lt;br /&gt;15. to eat and wont gain weight (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;16. to eat junk food and stay healthy&lt;br /&gt;17. no more sore throats...&lt;br /&gt;18. to be loved&lt;br /&gt;19. to be cared for by poeple ard me&lt;br /&gt;20. to meet more true friends&lt;br /&gt;21. World Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the end... i'll edit if i wanna add. hahaa... whgat a way to end... but i really want world peace mah.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281061-110399311977039376?l=baobaobaobao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/feeds/110399311977039376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281061&amp;postID=110399311977039376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110399311977039376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281061/posts/default/110399311977039376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baobaobaobao.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-new-year-resolution.html' title='My New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Miss Garfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05932396914567849599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
