<?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-97476792968733272</id><updated>2012-01-30T21:58:13.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evonne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-6852212399875850799</id><published>2009-03-12T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:55:40.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;evonne never posts. and claudia quit. bleh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dead blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm bella, btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nvm. I shall revive it. For today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm too lazy to do a proper post, so I'll do it in point form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-today is shamen's birthday!! happy birthday shamen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-and evonne needs a new hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-the marina barrage thing was uninteresting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I fell sick three weeks ago and haven't fully recovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I lost my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I got a new one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I have no idea why I'm doing this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-maybe I shouldn't post this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay. bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-6852212399875850799?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/6852212399875850799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=6852212399875850799' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6852212399875850799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6852212399875850799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/03/evonne-never-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3983019806055234729</id><published>2009-03-11T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:45:37.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay basically, I'm pulling out of this blog because I hate blogs and yea. So this blog is solely Evonne's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3983019806055234729?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3983019806055234729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3983019806055234729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3983019806055234729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3983019806055234729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-basically-im-pulling-out-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3265444187020908518</id><published>2009-02-25T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:13:37.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omg what's wrong with me why am I posting here. I should be doing my aesthetics due last week and philo journal and all. But today is such a &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; day I seriously can't be bothered with homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love exam days ;D I mean, school ends right after exams lah! Although I have third lang/CCA after that, at least I have some time to go buy bubble tea and shop..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Orchard with Pau and Lizzi and Lantana ;D so fun ! Then we bought these colorful dangos ($2 per stick) to eat from Isetan supermarket. Super yummy lah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We looked so girlgang o.o' Four girls walking side by side, wearing the same uniform and eating same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306704154076631218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SaUzT9_T0LI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YfLgfRwTvyQ/s400/Photo506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So pretty right! It was really delicious too ;D Then we went to Far East Plaza to look for costumes/crossplay costumes to wear to Claudia and Shamen's stupid costume birthday party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was freakin dumb, cause we saw a lot of indecent stuff and weird stuff and gothic stuff and .. absurd stuff ! And right, everytime they see something especially weird they'll ask me to try it. &lt;strong&gt;Why me !? ._.'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we bought bubbletea and food. You know the black pearls in the bubbletea.. Claudia was referring to them as bubbles. Then she was saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Omg I dont want the &lt;em&gt;bubbles&lt;/em&gt;! They make you addicted to them then you'll eat a lot a lot of them then you'll die of cancer!&lt;/span&gt;' o.o' But actually I'm very addicted to them already. I was supposed to stay away frm bubble tea! Rah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that I went for Jap lesson. Again. But today's lesson was more.. fun ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to go rush work already. Anw, a picture of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; today ! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306704154302740882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SaUzT-1N-ZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/eOR2dmeZb_o/s400/Photo512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's so big and long and prettehh.. If only I took a better picture of it (this was taken in a moving vehicle ._.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, byee~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: sorry my blog like half dead like that )= Blame it on CCA / third lang ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/p/s: I think I failed my exams but nvm I'm only in sec 1 who cares ! ._.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3265444187020908518?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3265444187020908518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3265444187020908518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3265444187020908518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3265444187020908518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-whats-wrong-with-me-why-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SaUzT9_T0LI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YfLgfRwTvyQ/s72-c/Photo506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-7531969055287390127</id><published>2009-02-15T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:19:57.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ommggg. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Mourn people, mourn! I think one of my mealworms have diiiiedddd )=&lt;/span&gt; But June said that it's sleeping. Forget it I don't care anymore! Stupid mealworms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, happy (late) valentine's day everyone! Sorry I didn't give anyone anything. Eek. And thank you Stella for your super ex prezzies and Claudia for .. letting me mess up your room and everyone else ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wheee ~ I'm so high now. Although I haven't competed my mealworm experiment. Should I do on 'does mealworms like the smell of durians'. Or something like that. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, good luck RGTT for the Cedar match tomorrow xD We can do it ! Woohoo. You guys must go support okay! If you're free.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahh I gotta do homework. I'm gona.. go ask my mealworms what experiment would they like me to do. Wahaha I'm so smart. *ego smile* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shall now end my dunno what'th pictureless post. Byeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-7531969055287390127?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/7531969055287390127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=7531969055287390127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7531969055287390127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7531969055287390127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/02/ommggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-4491042847852347440</id><published>2009-02-09T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:53:06.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg I haven't posted in like, ages lah! Incredibleee.. Sorry people ;O Anyway.. Um.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mealworms are disgusting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the &lt;strong&gt;tiny brown squirmish ones&lt;/strong&gt; are bad enough, now we have to do a lab report on the &lt;strong&gt;thick fat red ones&lt;/strong&gt; ?! Ewww !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine I admit I'm not that freaked out by them anymore since Ms Hou made us all pick mealworms up one by one (hah see no laughing at me hor) but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at them makes me feel freaked out, maybe cause the fish food (which they eat) stinks. Btw, they're right beside me now ._. Bahhh. They're wriggling around the edges of the container :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300760493538242466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SZAVlZDFb6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/Aleni-R-y90/s400/Photo450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, disturbing much ;O Anw ~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today I went back to RGPS &lt;333&gt; To like half-train and half-visit my table tennis juniors from RGP ;D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it was very fun and the new coach is really really nice , like , he teaches better lah. And he's nicer looking than the previous coach maybe cause he smiles more often. Wheeee~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that Amanda (the one with funky hair) and I went to estivo to eat ;DD Estivo rawks my sawks ! I mean, the food there is yummy and it has this really cosy and home-like feeling. ;D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You feel so comfortable and so at home when you're eating there. It's true okay ! Okay after that we went back to her house and did a bit of homework and slack slack slack ! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday is totally my slack day ;D Oh and btw, my new group doesn't suck as much as I thought it would be and today I only got fined once for saying 'Shit' once (fine it's more than once but I only got caught once and yay they didn't catch me saying other stuff) . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya and my new group mate, June, wrote a uber nice essay but very sad she was a little late so couldn't join the commonwealth essay thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is freaking touching !!! ;X I think it can be published and sold okay! ;X And can be put inside the book 'a sense of belonging' too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway yeah let me clear up something here too, the guy Mr Teo or whatever in our school is &lt;strong&gt;not my brother&lt;/strong&gt;. Stop saying he looks like my brother cause he don't !!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah and even though there's someone named 'Abram' in school doesn't mean it must be him. Tatataaa ~ I shall leave now ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Byebyeee ! &lt;33&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: Hahaha auntie moggy (table tennis parent volunteer person she's very nice) gave me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red angpao with red note&lt;/span&gt; today ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-4491042847852347440?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/4491042847852347440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=4491042847852347440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4491042847852347440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4491042847852347440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-i-havent-posted-in-like-ages-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SZAVlZDFb6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/Aleni-R-y90/s72-c/Photo450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-1480256819281911079</id><published>2009-02-06T16:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:31:13.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO :D&lt;br /&gt;This is Claudia. Haha I happen to feel like posting and this should be my fourth post in total! which is why it is so important and you must read with eager anticipation. Evonne is having table-tennis a lot so she isn't posting. She's currently at a compeition! Pray for her even though it is too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Evonne, she got booked again!! Haha, I'm sort of gloating but never mind the person &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; will scold me if I talk any longer about Evonne's bookings. Oh yea now me and Tamisha will slap Evonne each on one cheek whenever she swears! It is not that hard and it is good for her. *glares at SOME people* Hmpf. Whatever, I never really posted so I dont know what to post about. Oh yea, VISIT MY AWESOME CLASS BLOG! my class is awesome with awesome people and awesomer ME. Okay that seems wrong and the url is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.one-oh-nine-oh-nine.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye. SEX YOOOOU! [I like this phrase a lot and credits go to Beatrice!]&lt;br /&gt;Claudia the less-swearing, less-smsing and much less-ahlian of Evonne and me. Yaaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-1480256819281911079?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/1480256819281911079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=1480256819281911079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1480256819281911079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1480256819281911079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-d-this-is-claudia.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-548174131680812695</id><published>2009-01-31T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:33:41.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got booked. happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;._. I didn't even get caught even though I sms in class and all that and when like it's in the early morning and no teachers are in class (the safest time to use your phone) &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I got booked for misuse of handphone.&lt;/span&gt; -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;stop gloating dammit #$^%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all because &lt;strong&gt;some idiot left the damn door wide open for the vice head prefect to walk in and book me!&lt;/strong&gt; This is depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the back door is closed (like it normally is) then I would've been safe. Argh. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was planning to keep my RGS life clear of any bookings.&lt;/span&gt; Look what happened.. Sighs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, next week is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;table tennis zonals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm quite scared cause I don't wanna play and I hope I won't get picked. And I probably won't I guess. Wootz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trained yesterday till 8pm. When I walked out the school looked so scary and eerie, like it was pitch dark and the cold wind was blowing and I felt so freaked out in the big big and dark school!! Eek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways~ I gona go look for Claudia. So tata~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I had a nightmare that today will have school again and I woke up in cold sweat. See how much I dread school ._. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-548174131680812695?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/548174131680812695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=548174131680812695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/548174131680812695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/548174131680812695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-booked-happy.html' title='I got booked. happy?'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-7079515197536978517</id><published>2009-01-29T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:46:00.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorrry</title><content type='html'>my blog now like very dead hor ! Sorrrry. Like I'll try to update as often as I can cause I'm like freaking busy and tired nowadays. Just came home and haven't started on my work. Ahhhhh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay today had aesthetics and you can say that it's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;aesthetics lesson I've ever had. It was so fun la! First when we were constructing the motor thing the guy helped me to do almost everything so I just sit there and sms or chat with Stella. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was super funny also. Like we did lots of stupid things. Like dump stuff on the instructor's head. Even though I fell down and scraped my leg against this rough wooden plank and my skin kinda tore I still feel that its been a great lesson!! At least time past fast. Yayyy ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One more day to tahan before weekends!! One more day with PE ._. Although like this week I only went to school on Wednesday and today but it feels like one week already cause I'm like soooo exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crap am I ranting again? I think I go do my geog bah ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: next week got table tennis competition can skip a little bit of school wootz!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/p/s: Sorry Nicole I forgot to wish you wish you happy birthday yesterday.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY NICOLE!!&lt;/span&gt; (new year color!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-7079515197536978517?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/7079515197536978517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=7079515197536978517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7079515197536978517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7079515197536978517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorrry.html' title='sorrry'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-4834417958425597273</id><published>2009-01-27T18:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:44:31.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhhh this CNY I seem to be getting less angpao money ;X Okay nvm I shall stop talking about money I'm sick of it (after argueing with my brother bout which angpao is whose). A few pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295916359324368242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SX7f3q21fXI/AAAAAAAAAno/LUR838pwNVc/s400/Photo320.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My uncle ~ The one who likes to read the words on my t-shirt ever since the time I wore my fcuk shirt ;O Uhh and my chubby little nephew. I feel old okay. I'm like, an auntie ._.' &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295916367916116450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SX7f4K3RKeI/AAAAAAAAAnw/wp81nUe_JQw/s400/Photo358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all the pictures I have o.o Wow me~ Anyway, crap tomorrow got school. And I have loads of work.. Including Japanese homework. Even Malaysia their holiday longer than ours. What is this ?!?!? ._." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I went there, did homework, collect angpao, crapped with my cousins, buy chewing gum, eat, nap, then go home. Now need do more work. Yeahh.. So byebyeee~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY CNY ;D&lt;/span&gt; *fire crackers explode!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-4834417958425597273?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/4834417958425597273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=4834417958425597273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4834417958425597273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4834417958425597273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SX7f3q21fXI/AAAAAAAAAno/LUR838pwNVc/s72-c/Photo320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-4166498809800398619</id><published>2009-01-25T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:51:42.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday bellalalalala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;;D Happy belated birthday Bella ! &lt;/strong&gt;(she made me say it ;O) God bless you on this blessed day ;D Hope you get a lot a lot of thick fat angpaos ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel so .. weird .. like it's chinese new year again. Time flies doesn't it. Yeah and I haven't gotten myself any new red clothes. Eek. I went to Vivo City yesterday but no I didn't get anything because I got a blister and thus I couldn't walk properly and thus I had no mood for shopping. -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw this really nice bag from FOX but no my parents didn't like it so too bad for me )= Eunice was at Vivo too (&lt;em&gt;but obviously she couldn't meet me cause her parents were with her&lt;/em&gt;). She sounded very emo. Yea and she didn't get the bag she wanted either. Poor us )= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheer up paupau (eunice)! Hope you get a lot of angpao! Then can go buy the bag you want! ^^ hey the front part rhymes... xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay uhh I need to go bainian ler.. Cya ~ ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: Claudia abandon me again to go to indo )=&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-4166498809800398619?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/4166498809800398619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=4166498809800398619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4166498809800398619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4166498809800398619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-bellalalalala.html' title='happy birthday bellalalalala!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5599565153910232198</id><published>2009-01-22T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:00:24.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school again &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ahhh I went for drama cca trials although I'm already in table tennis ;X I feel stupid. Or maybe not it's fun whaaaat! Today had to endure another 3 hours of aesthetics (robotics?dnt?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously boring. I bored till spent 1 hour looking at the reflection of myself in the laptop and tying my hair. Pro right?!! Still have homework for aesthetics. Saaaaaad )= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh this is a random picture of Elizabeth on the field. It was really nice lying on the field btw ^^ Me Bella and Lizzi all did it ! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294100051804998242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SXhr8qE2ymI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/08saPnomxfw/s400/Photo252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh it was so peaceful, lying on the grass looking up at the sky. &lt;strong&gt;Now my biggest wish is like.. to have.. uhh.. a peaceful life?&lt;/strong&gt; Like no stress and blah. That'll be great. No worries~ No stress~ Just a slow and peaceful life~ ;X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah I shall stop daydreaming. Back to my work. Cya~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: RGTT rawks xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5599565153910232198?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5599565153910232198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5599565153910232198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5599565153910232198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5599565153910232198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-again.html' title='school again &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SXhr8qE2ymI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/08saPnomxfw/s72-c/Photo252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-6969216827996930080</id><published>2009-01-20T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:50:18.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My wallet pwns your phone , duh ! ;X Ommggg Claudia this is unfair why you don't have to stay back at all while I have to stay back from Tuesday to Friday till 7pm/8pm . *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just came back from CCA (Table tennis) and I'm super exhausted la! I mean, smashing balls / picking up balls for 3 hours is exhausting right. My hand's kinda stiff now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw I don't know why but everytime I smash I will hit Amanda's thumb so in total I hit it like.. 19 times.. and.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it got purplish and numb and scary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sorrrrrry Amanda. (Should've taken a picture of it HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Umm no time to chat. I need go work then &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. My most desired activity: to sleep. Kk bye all~ Happy schooldays ;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: should I join some other CCA? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-6969216827996930080?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/6969216827996930080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=6969216827996930080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6969216827996930080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6969216827996930080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-wallet-pwns-your-phone-duh-x-ommggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5410264456750424399</id><published>2009-01-19T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:14:47.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only called you once Evonne! Anyway, my phone pawns your wallet!&lt;br /&gt;claudia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5410264456750424399?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5410264456750424399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5410264456750424399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5410264456750424399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5410264456750424399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-only-called-you-once-evonne-anyway-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-747048537357878579</id><published>2009-01-18T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:47:45.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's unfair ;O</title><content type='html'>Omg lur I feel so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I lost my wallet at Plaza Sing!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How cool is that, for a person who always makes sure her wallet and phone are with her 24/7. I shall totally blame &lt;em&gt;Claudia&lt;/em&gt; for making me lose my wallet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cause she kept asking me to check my bag to see if her phone was in my bag (she lost her phone ._. at Bugis). She careless suan ler still make me lose my wallet! Sadddd )=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to replace my EZ link card now?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;So mafan&lt;/strong&gt;. Which inconsiderate bastard/bitch took my wallet can you please return it to me?! I don't care whether you take the money or not I just want my wallet, the cards, the neoprints, the receipts, the used Audition acash cards, all of those crap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think I so free can go replace all my cards so fast is it. Yea and &lt;em&gt;the neoprints are irreplaceable&lt;/em&gt;!! I feel so helpless/useless without my wallet lur. Although I got a new one (same brand) but its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ._. No pink left... T-T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haiiiiiis I lost so many things.. What's up with me.. Nvm.. I'll go rearrange the stuff in my new wallet now.. But I guess it'll never be the same.. Byeeee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: tomorrow got school again ._.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-747048537357878579?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/747048537357878579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=747048537357878579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/747048537357878579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/747048537357878579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/lifes-unfair-o.html' title='Life&apos;s unfair ;O'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-8386222482601105069</id><published>2009-01-16T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:55:16.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes I know I very long never post picture ler. So.. this is what I found in school ! In the rubbish bin . um okay Kimberly (Choo) saw it first. Aww.. fangirl ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SXCc1l48i_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Z1QsxeMA-Ag/s1600-h/Photo202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291902006678293490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SXCc1l48i_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Z1QsxeMA-Ag/s400/Photo202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of people don't like David Archuleta lorrr.. I also dunno why ;D But theyy all like David Cook. o.O Whee~ Digress. Today I went back to my old school. Nono not RGPS , it's BPPS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yessss I can't believe all the chinese teachers know me . I was so shocked okay!! Yeah and Cruise whom I totally saw before claims he never see me before -.-" Wthhhh. At least Estelle recognizes me ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After fooling around in the staffroom for awhile and chatting with the teachers (who mostly don't know me until I tell them who I am) we went to BPP and ate Macs. Yea then slacked in the library then I went home. Then went out again ;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm soooo exhausted. Btw &lt;strong&gt;my least favorite subject is --------- PHYSICAL EDUCATION&lt;/strong&gt;. It's like, every PE lesson I will injure some part of my leg and today after PE some part of my thigh hurts like I overstretched my muscle or something so I can't bend down properly or climb the stairs properly. Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gona rest now. It's like, &lt;em&gt;FINALLY WEEKENDS&lt;/em&gt;. And today is one of the few rare days I don't have to stay &lt;strong&gt;10hour+&lt;/strong&gt; in school ;X Party time ! ;D Byeeeeeeeeeeee (I think I got into table tennis JUST WHERE ARE THE RESULTS) . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-8386222482601105069?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/8386222482601105069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=8386222482601105069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8386222482601105069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8386222482601105069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday.html' title='Friday!!!!!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SXCc1l48i_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Z1QsxeMA-Ag/s72-c/Photo202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-8918483750956093507</id><published>2009-01-13T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:21:38.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhhh. School really starts this week. Today we just did a &lt;em&gt;chinese composition&lt;/em&gt;, mine totally sucked. I was like, using primary 1 standard chinese to write my composition. It was short but unsweet ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah and we got tons of work, and I even got saboed so now I'm supposed to draft out the sitting arrangement for my class. The only good thing is that I can decide who sits with who haha but I'm scared people get pissed off at me if I put them at the back/front. ;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyone who has any 'special requests' please tell me by tomorrow noon okay!!! If not don't blame me. If you don't read my blog also cannot blame me heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh btw, today after school, Claudia, I, Eunice and Nicole went for Judo trials. It was very fun. Just that I didn't wear PE attire so I had to change. Yea and I change on the bus OMG. But yea the seniors thought me step by step how to change in the bus cause they're supposed pros and &lt;strong&gt;I MANAGED TO DO IT CORRECTLY&lt;/strong&gt;. mwahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stupid Nicole and Claudia and Eunice (the perverts) kept videoing me lur, super irritating. At least I wasn't revealing, it was only suggestive. The seniors' method rawks ;D Oh btw now I'm Amanda Hsiung's favorite junior mwahhahahahhaaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bahh I gotta go rush work now. Byeeeee~ ;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I'm super neat . High socks, clipped up hair, proper pinafore length, belt at waist . Omg I just rock don't I . ;X &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-8918483750956093507?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/8918483750956093507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=8918483750956093507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8918483750956093507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8918483750956093507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-414228502804037675</id><published>2009-01-11T18:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:14:26.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry for not posting for ages but yeah. This is the post about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORIENTATION CAMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (Hahaha its blue ! ;D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I went to school on Friday feeling super tired and sian and then we did some class work and spent the whole time cheering and singing songs. Yea and we prepared for Saturday's concert (we had to act out a skit). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I played the role as an injured pupil and thus, my knee was bandaged!!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289988418595612850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SWnQcGxSaLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/uJtImM6d8u0/s400/Photo140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know it looks unconvincing cause if I really had such a bad fall I would have a huge cast over half of my leg already. But &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I still convinced a lot of people that I was injured cause of my facial expression and my crutches!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was so fun walking all around the school in crutches!! Even the teachers believed that I had some serious knee injury. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The prefects were all asking me to be careful, the teachers asked what happened, and the cleaner opened the dustbin for me&lt;/strong&gt; (so I dont have to use my foot to step on the thing to open the dustbin, duh). Even the parents (who came for the concert) believed! Hohoho! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh btw, stop accusing me of cheating them of their sympathy cause in the end they all know it's a fake injury. And some of them were like, seriously shocked cause they all thought it was real and when I started running around their eyes and mouth were so wide open ! ;X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Btw, I'm in the house Richardson and I think it rawks!!!! ;D We're like all so enthusiastic about cheering so like, our house cheered the loudest. We even have a hokkien cheer . ;D I love cheering and clapping !! (Cause I clap really loudly and can deafen ppl with my clap)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay the only things &lt;em&gt;I don't like bout the camp&lt;/em&gt; are the boring talks and the fact that the floor was so hard I couldn't sleep properly and also that the seniors kept banging on the toilet cubicle doors to get us out of the toilet when we only entered for 10 seconds ._. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seriously, they used all their might to bang on the doors till the doorlocks were kinda spoilt. They even banged the doors to the rhythm of some RGS cheer. ;O Then they kept shouting too. So scary and loud. I bathed in a short 5 mins (which was already considered very long o.o). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay I'm like, totally exhausted now. Goodnight !!! ;X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: school really starts .. tomorrow T-T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-414228502804037675?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/414228502804037675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=414228502804037675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/414228502804037675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/414228502804037675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/orientation-camp.html' title='Orientation Camp'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SWnQcGxSaLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/uJtImM6d8u0/s72-c/Photo140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-137256414997292931</id><published>2009-01-08T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:15:48.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is like, the 5th day of school already? )= My eyebags are getting bigger day by day. Just came home from table tennis practise (so I can get through the table tennis trials) with Amanda. I'm &lt;em&gt;Exhausted&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, today we had the badge initiation thing (where we get our school badges and help each other pin it onto our pinafores). Super dramatic! We each had this candle and then the teacher lit up each of our candles and then we started singing songs then blew out the candles then pin on the badges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's supposed to be very meaningful o.o' We're now &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;true blue Rafflesians&lt;/span&gt;!  Btw... School ends at 3.45pm - 5pm everyday and look at other schools! Some even end at as early as 1pm ;X Sobsobsob. So unfair?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, &lt;strong&gt;CCAs &lt;/strong&gt;-&gt; I'm trying out for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-choir (29th jan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-judo (13th jan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-english drama (22nd jan) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-table tennis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-handbells (19th jan) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Shooting? (14th jan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-artistic gym? Claudia asked me to do der ;X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I'll change my mind. But yea that's it for the moment. Tell me what you're joining kay?! ;D Gdnight~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I will become a prefect ! Nothing is impossible~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-137256414997292931?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/137256414997292931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=137256414997292931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/137256414997292931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/137256414997292931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/5th-day-of-school.html' title='5th day of school'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3900978968250433089</id><published>2009-01-05T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:30:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is the second day of school. Not bad yea! Slept in class for a bit and in the hall for a bit. Realized that my school's canteen food seriously sucks and it's totally overpriced ._. Sighs.. Food's supposed to be my motivation! Boohooo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, during recess, I thought Claudia and Shamen really so nice, bought me a nice present. Still wrap till so nice :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287815747506344162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SWIYaAPVEOI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sf-GKWru15s/s400/Photo088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They told me, 'Hey its hello kitty! You like hello kitty right! ;D' Then when I was gona rip it they ran away, that totally freaked me out. When I saw it I didn't know what it was till Elizabeth told me! Then I chased them all around. It is..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287815765489996498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SWIYbDO90tI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yoPSqqChbRw/s400/Photo090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A HELLO KITTY MILKBOTTLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wow. So nice of them lur. I was totally staring at it in disbelief. I'm so planning to give it away okay! ;X To think I got Shamen such a cute present. I'm gona get Claudia a pacifier now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So pissed off. Then so suay after school it must start raining so I had to walk under the rain for so far so now I'm mad sneezing. Boohoo.. I'm gona bathe now.. Cya ~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3900978968250433089?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3900978968250433089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3900978968250433089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3900978968250433089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3900978968250433089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-second-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SWIYaAPVEOI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sf-GKWru15s/s72-c/Photo088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-7291855659620514062</id><published>2009-01-03T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:11:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally its like, the weekends, supposed to go out, relax, and enjoy myself. In the end, this is what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Want go out, then got scolded. What? Fuck? Weekends stay at home and rot. Wow. I tell you I go school better can or not!? I say at home nothing to do. And my parents go, 'can read, revise your work, and rest what'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What the hell am I supposed to read? The books that I read 100 times before is it? Revise what shit man. School haven't start teaching how to revise. And I've rested enough. Resting somore = rot . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end, want go to church also so hard. What the heck is this. -.-" Sad life yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so, my crazy brother (not real one) had this crazy philosophy . Okay so I'm not sure if you've noticed this before, but &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you can usually see huge flocks of birds and a whole lot of chirping that is deafening at 7pm - 8pm (i think) in orchard road&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why is this so? &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;According to him, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it is the time when the birds finish work (they are apparently just like human beings) and heads home to rest. Their homes are in the trees along Orchard Road&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;birds are also splitted into two groups, mainly, the poor birds and the rich and high-class birds&lt;/span&gt;. The poor birds stay at around takashima and thus that area often seem to be noisier with more chirping from more birds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He calls that area the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HDB area cause more birds live there because more birds can afford to live there&lt;/span&gt;. On the other hand, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the rich birds live further up Orchard Road, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;where there seem to be less birds,&lt;/span&gt; as less birds can afford to live there. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He says&lt;/span&gt; that area is the 'private property' area&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o.o" What kind of philosophy is this!! Birds don't even earn money so how can they be rich or poor lor.. =X and then he says it depends on their luck and blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then it is true that Takashimaya there have more birds and louder chirping.. I wonder why I wonder why.. Ahhhh nvm should stop listening to his crap huh..... ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gona sleep. Byeeeeeeeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I love school but hate my class! ;O&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-7291855659620514062?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/7291855659620514062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=7291855659620514062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7291855659620514062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7291855659620514062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-d.html' title='Weekend ;D'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-1211028091571729658</id><published>2009-01-02T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:03:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in RGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay school isn't all that bad. The only thing that sucks is my class. Where's Claudia? Where's Eunice? Where's Elizabeth? Where's Bella?! I only have Kimberly, Wan Qin, Erica, Marcia, Beatrice, Wan Ling, Hope, and maybe one or two more from RGPS. *sobsob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First thing in the morning we go to school and got a huge welcome cheer from our seniors and everything was very fun and the whole school spirit thing was there ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was followed by talks and speeches, pretty boring, so I dozed off a couple of times throughout the whole session since I was extremely sleepy (and still am). One teacher was speaking to 450 pupils, so she didn't really notice me, yippee~~~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I like, heard this horrifying piece of info - school ends at 4pm today. Omg its supposed to be 3pm and even NYGH ended school at 2pm. Bahhh. Stayed in school for so long. The icebreakers and games were very fun though ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The canteen food.. was not bad.. but quite expensive compared to primary school )= I today broke already! Boohoohoohoooohooo.. I'm exhausted now.. I wanna go relax.. By playing audi ;D Cya~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: what cca to join? Table tennis? ;D or judo or choir or what. =X &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-1211028091571729658?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/1211028091571729658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=1211028091571729658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1211028091571729658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1211028091571729658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-in-rgs.html' title='First day in RGS'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3177203702004550500</id><published>2009-01-01T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:19:58.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow x_x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhhh I'm finally back home. Home sweet home. Okay so yesterday got forced to go home cause my parents saw the paikias at Shing's chalet, spent only a few hours at Downtown East. )= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reached home at dawn, fell asleep till 12 noon then woke up and found missed calls from Amanda, she asked me to go practise table tennis with her and so I did immediately after lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The place had no air con so I was burning hot while training =X Surprisingly, I can still smash (table tennis) and do all those things I could do before. Woohoo! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After training for a few hours + we were to exhausted to continue training so we went down to eat something before leaving. Goodness! I trained till my whole shirt was drenched in sweat and my face was totally red. Ahhh it's been such a long time since I last exercised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And shyt I just remembered that tomorrow school reopens. -.- That totally sucks. I don't get why people are excited to go to school. Well perhaps those who don't often go out thinks its boring to stay at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But as for me..... Going out daily with my friends and having fun totally pwn going to school! ;X Tomorrow, I still have to listen to 1hour+ of them talking about the history of Raffles school and bla. You know what? I hate history ._. Hope its interesting.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gona doze off now, I'm freaking tired and sleepy and exhausted! Gdnight all! Have &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow o.o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3177203702004550500?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3177203702004550500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3177203702004550500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3177203702004550500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3177203702004550500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrow-xx.html' title='Tomorrow x_x'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5532122698394178046</id><published>2008-12-31T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:47:49.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahh. Time flies, its already the end of 2008 ;X How are you gona to celebrate it? ;D I'm going to church.. for 4 hours.. for countdown.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then I'm going to a chalet and have a heck load of fun with Shing and friends! Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotta celebrate till dawn before school reopens ;D Cya~ &lt;strong&gt;Have fun!&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/97476792968733272-5532122698394178046?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5532122698394178046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5532122698394178046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5532122698394178046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5532122698394178046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day-of-2008.html' title='Last day of 2008'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3738311824349484634</id><published>2008-12-30T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:56:12.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perverts suck my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my gosh so sorry for not posting yesterday ;D I reached home late so yea.. no time post lah! I went to town with Wai Mun yesterday. Had so much fun hahahs. Neoprints rawk our world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. Enough about yesterday! This is today: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I took MRT home after lunch at orchard road after school orientation. There was a damn old uncle sitting beside me. He sucks man. He was like sleeping *&lt;em&gt;most likely pretending to be sleeping&lt;/em&gt;* then he sat with his legs spread so wide apart half of &lt;strong&gt;my seat&lt;/strong&gt; was taken up by his knee and leg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was kinda pissed already cause I was squashed by this old man (pervert) and another fat guy sitting beside me. And then. The old man, he had his arms folded, and you know how people, when asleep, tend to move their heads sideways (i know my explanation is terrible). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So long as, after that, his head was like, almost leaning on my shoulder, and I was so bloody pissed off. I coughed so freaking loudly then he jerked back to his normal position. After awhile, his head lean closer and closer again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Like fuck man. Being asleep isn't an excuse to lean on &lt;strong&gt;my shoulder&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanted to shout at him and slap him but I was like, suan ler today I shall let him off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After he kept trying to lean on me, I moved in front (to the edge of the seat), so he thought he could lean on me and moved sideways, he almost fell on the fat man beside me. I was totally trying to control my laughter! LOL. serve him right luh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that he suddenly woke up (goodness knows why can wake up so fast sia, I bet he wasn't even asleep at all). Cause it's like, suddenly after realizing he couldn't lean on me he quickly opened his eyes walked over to the opposite seat (Where a young girl around 7 years old was sitting beside).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That girl, so innocent, was lying on her grandpa's lap and lying on the seat so her shirt was short so everyone could see her back when her shirt came up (which it did) -.-' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The damn old pervert was sitting beside her, and I could see his hands nearing her. I was totally glaring at him throughout my whole ride so he couldn't do anything much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But his elbow was seriously close to her lah. So when I took out my comb, he immediately sat up straight (he must have thought I took out my phone to take a picture or something. hah! guilty ler!) I would've used my phone if it didn't die on me. Haiis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the end ;D Nothing happened! Thanks to me wahahahhahaha. He got off at the station where the young girl left (so coincidental ._. no girls then get off train le ar) Damned perverts get lost man! Hate them to the core. Kutabare! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay lah the more I think the angrier I am at myself, why I never slap him (hehe just for the fun of it cos he didnt really touch me cos I smart! ;D). Okay nvm ~ Bye all ~ ;D 2008 is ending soon ;O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3738311824349484634?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3738311824349484634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3738311824349484634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3738311824349484634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3738311824349484634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/perverts-suck-my-world.html' title='perverts suck my world'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-1115430886481014615</id><published>2008-12-28T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:00:23.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ear T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhh! Ahhh! Save me! My earrings are like, stuck to my ear. Especially the one on my right ear. Like, it even hurts when I turn the earring. I've tried my best to pull out the earring but I just can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I asked my mother to help me, she tried. She pulled so freaking hard 3 times but the earring didn't budge. Urgh. It hurt so much my ear turned red okay! ;X Damn earrings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What should I doooooo. I gotta change my ugly earrings lur. I bought like.. loads of earrings but I can't wear them cause I can't get rid of the ones on my ear! *sobsob* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bahh and, school is reopening on Friday. Omg. That's only like, 5 more days? Damn. I need new school shoes and a new school bag and my books and stationery and blah. =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yeah. And can anyone tell me what CCA should I join? Should I continue being in table tennis or should I change CCA. I am so confused! Yeah and it's gona be 2009 soon omg time flies. o.o' I'm gona be in sec school. Ahhh. Finally?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll go figure out how to get all my stuff now. Cya all ~ ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: omg I leveled up in auditionsea AGAIN! wahahahahahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-1115430886481014615?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/1115430886481014615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=1115430886481014615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1115430886481014615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1115430886481014615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-ear-tt.html' title='my ear T.T'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3308638481788846482</id><published>2008-12-27T21:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:26:06.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dart Test story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came across this, nice story on the net so I thought I'd share it with you people ;D Have fun reading~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A young lady named Sally relates an experience she had in a seminary class, given by her teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate object lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular day, Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr. Smith told the students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who had made them angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sally's friend drew a picture of a girl who had stolen her boyfriend. Another friend drew a picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend, putting a great deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face. Sally was pleased with the overall effect she had achieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students threw their darts with such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward to her turn, and was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits, asked the students to return to their seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was because she didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target. Dr. Smith began removing the target from the wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the room as each student viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His face and His eyes were pierced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dr. Smith said only these words... "In as much as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me." Matthew 25:40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No other words were necessary; the tears filled eyes of the students focused only on the picture of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= Ahhhhhhhhh.. such a nice story.. must learn something from it okay! =) Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did~ Byeeee ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: thank me for sharing it with you ;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3308638481788846482?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3308638481788846482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3308638481788846482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3308638481788846482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3308638481788846482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/dart-test-story.html' title='Dart Test story'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-6648043444835411705</id><published>2008-12-26T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:01:29.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Umm.. I have nothing much to blog about today ;X This is gona be a chaoji short blog post! Woohoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So these few days I'm always emo-ing and, doing nothing. Thank you Yan Xu for chatting with me 24/7 xD I think if he doesn't talk to me I'll be bored to death and I'll be so alone.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's so weird, like these few days, I'm like, always in this zombie-mode. Whenever people talk to me I don't even listen. I'm like, always in my own world. I don't know anything happening around me. This is so scary ;X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nvm I think I better rest early. Goodnight everyone! ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-6648043444835411705?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/6648043444835411705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=6648043444835411705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6648043444835411705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6648043444835411705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/umm.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-1235139561662364644</id><published>2008-12-25T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:43:04.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas! ;D</title><content type='html'>)= This year's christmas is especially boring. Sigh. If only I spent it with Shing. Shing I miss going out with you. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I slept all the way till 5pm then went out to eat dinner in town. That's all I did, other than stone. Such a wonderful christmas I had -.-' On top of that I have a terrible cough and headache. Greattt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I totally think that if &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; let me go out with Shing I'll have such a merry christmas. Damn. I think all of my christmases are ruined lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next time I shall just treat Christmas as a very normal day. Then the disappointment won't be that much, right? ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas used to mean celebrations, presents, lots of people and cakes and parties to me, but not anymore I guess )= Now its totally not like that. Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay oops I think I'm like, ruining the christmas spirit. Let's all my happy! ;D Wootz! A picture of me with my weird new fringe ;X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283752455204172258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SVOo3Q2K8eI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8kICk8xCU6E/s400/mii+new+fringe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;^.^ Merry christmas everyone! May you receive lots of presents (unlike me) ;D Good night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-1235139561662364644?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/1235139561662364644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=1235139561662364644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1235139561662364644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1235139561662364644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-d.html' title='merry christmas! ;D'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SVOo3Q2K8eI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8kICk8xCU6E/s72-c/mii+new+fringe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-8365073480574828686</id><published>2008-12-24T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:02:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yo all ;D Today I combined my breakfast and lunch and dinner and supper. I feel so pathetic. That was only because my piano teacher arrived when I was sleeping (11.30am)! Then I bathed and immediately had piano so I had no time to eat breakfast. Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I couldn't eat lunch either cause I had to go meet Elise and Yun Ping and Madeleine to follow them to Bugis to buy presents. They made me wait like.. half an hour. Wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we reached Bugis I did something incredibly stupid. Elise's friend asked her for KFC's delivery number so she asked me and I said 62353535 then she told me it's different already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since we passed by KFC, I asked the cleaner working in KFC, then she asked me to ask the manager. WTF! That's so stupiiid! ._." Of course I didn't. How can she not know! She works there! Omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw in the end I found the number on the big advertisement thing found at the entrance of KFC -.-" It's 62226111 btw ;D Wheee~ Then I rushed to Kinokuniya but couldn't find Tamisha's book. Then I bought something else then went to find Tamisha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 2 hours early btw, stupid Tamisha made me go early. Booo.. I just sat there in a lonely corner doing nothing, well I was waiting for Sinead and Nicole to come (they were late). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ate bbqed chicken and prawn and mussle and marshmallows and turkey and sushi and lots of other yummy things ;D Yeah then we had wine with 0 alcohol content ;O So interesting. Then we played truth or dare and did lots of stupid things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like how Nicole popped this.. thing in my face then it was so loud I was shocked so I ran away screaming and hid in this corner on the staircase. I was screaming something like, &lt;strong&gt;'OMG what did you do Nicole! I'm so traumatized! Ahhhhh! Why must you do this to me!!!' So drama ._.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was hilarious because Tamisha's aunt came out of her room looking all worried and kept asking 'what happened!!!' We burst out laughing then she realized that nothing was wrong then went backt to her room lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After hours of fun I just reached home and am going to bathe now. Btw, thank you for all your presents! Omg I love Nicole's one, it's sooooo sweet, but I'd prefer it if it says Evonne's instead of Claire's. i know its a brand but still... ;X Thank you again ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: Merry christmas everyone!!! ;DD&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-8365073480574828686?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/8365073480574828686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=8365073480574828686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8365073480574828686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8365073480574828686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas eve!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-478097204951076030</id><published>2008-12-23T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:38:56.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My handphone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so damn angry now I can bash someone up badly. Grr. I damning need my handphone right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're wondering where my handphone is now, it's been confiscated by my dad (wtf). What did I do? NOTHING (much). Ohh, the unreasonableness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello! All I did was to not answer his call because my phone was freaking out of batt?! Then he said use public phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hohoho got so easy to find public phone is it? Even if I find the freaking public phone I also can't remember his office phone's number -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe it. My phone is gone like that. And somore he must confiscate my phone when I'm sleeping. $%@&amp;amp;! Suan le I shall leave out the hokkien vulgarities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haiiz. Today I no phone = no mood. At least I can memorize some numbers, so I can sms them with my old phone, but so many people change phone number ;X And I haven't remember the new number yet, boohoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking need my handphone. I feel so so useless and helpless without it. Tomorrow how am I going to find Tamisha Tan without my handphone! Urgh -.- &lt;strong&gt;Dieee&lt;/strong&gt;. *starts emoing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I am phonesick ;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-478097204951076030?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/478097204951076030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=478097204951076030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/478097204951076030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/478097204951076030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-handphone.html' title='My handphone!!!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5360235903944330313</id><published>2008-12-22T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:54:19.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5-year-old looking hair..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;;D I met Shing today! In the LRT! Omg it was like, I was at ****** lrt and then I was like thinking, 'I wonder how's Shing now' then she boarded the train! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't realize she boarded till we were reaching **** soon.. Haha. When I went to talk to her she was like shocked, thanks to my damn new hairstyle/ fringe. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our conversation:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shing:&lt;/strong&gt; Omg really is you leh Evonne! I kept looking at you then dunno whether is you or not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Why? o.o"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shing:&lt;/strong&gt; Cause.. your bag is the same.. your clothes is the same.. but your fringe is.. so different lah! I see ler want laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; -.-" Si hairdresser lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shing:&lt;/strong&gt; You were trying to cut Yun Ping's fringe right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah!! Then end up with this ._. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shing:&lt;/strong&gt; *LOL* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay anw without my fringe, people say I look &lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt;, now, people say I look &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. What the! 11 years of difference! ._." What should I do!! Grow back? But school sure won't allow it when it's below my eyebrows. Dieeee!! )=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a troubled kid. Boohoo. I think if I wear contacts instead of spectacles now I won't look so funny.. Can't wait to get my contact lenses! ;X Okay I shall go figure out how to make my fringe look.. less weird... Cya ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: Give me some ideas on how to make it look less weird T-T &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5360235903944330313?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5360235903944330313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5360235903944330313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5360235903944330313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5360235903944330313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-5-year-old-looking-hair.html' title='My 5-year-old looking hair..'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-753272392231916817</id><published>2008-12-21T14:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:17:01.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waimun~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bah I know I didn't post yesterday but that was because by the time I reached home it was 3am already so I couldn't post! So yesterday, I went to find Waimun at cineleisure at 4pm yesterday and we had so so much fun ;D (Btw she's the 18-year-old girl I met at the Shanghai trip) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I arrived we took neoprints and she totally looked like those girls on the neoprint covers hahahah. We went to eat lunch at a japanese cafe later on. Then went shopping and I bought swarovski earrings! ;DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, guess what? Waimun was like a 5-year-old kid! o.o She went inside the shop 'more than words' then kept playing with the soft toys! Lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282141332988284114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SU3vjm4szNI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Sv8i2F1HBsg/s400/Photo999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'Don't steal my lollipop!' One more picture! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282141346284344754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SU3vkYaulbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/XZgRTFB3Q0Q/s400/Photo009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She loved this one. Okay then I stayed with her all the way till 10pm where we went to have supper at Thomsan. We ate a lot ;D Then camwhored. This is only one of the many pictures ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282141342505724306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SU3vkKV1aZI/AAAAAAAAAlw/W19upaVk4Hk/s400/Photo013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing behind her necktie: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282141332497824594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SU3vjlDw-1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/TDxF6t0KwvI/s400/Photo020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to her big big big big big house and watched her fangirling over Jaejoong. After that we fell asleep. Ahh then at 2am+ my dad woke me up (he went to her house to talk to her parents at 12am) and then we went home, feeling exhausted. &lt;/p&gt;Going to sleep now ;X Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I've got a new haircut o.o'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-753272392231916817?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/753272392231916817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=753272392231916817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/753272392231916817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/753272392231916817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/waimun.html' title='Waimun~'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SU3vjm4szNI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Sv8i2F1HBsg/s72-c/Photo999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3719551426162278068</id><published>2008-12-19T20:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:07:32.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;D</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sadly, today I had to wake up at like, 7am+ because I had to report to my secondary school to listen to some talk and blah. I reached a little late but nvm a lot of people was late too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After sitting quietly through 1 and a half hours of boring speeches(?) we finally went into our classrooms and not bad, they were air-conditioned ^.^ And after that we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met Eunice Yau! She passed me a lot of letters to pass to everyone. Still haven't done that though... Okay then we all left school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Claudia forced me to walk with her to her house.. So I did. I was like, carrying a heavy bag walking under the sun beside the road where all the stinking cars and motorbikes go by. Sigh. She even made us walk the long way back. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to Lido to takeaway some yummy junk food and went to her house. Then we wrote cards for Eunice since she wrote for us, ours we use plain paper instead of Disney paper but we decorated ours okay! ;D Claudia and I are just soo niceee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After stuffing ourselves with all kinds of unhealthy food filled with transfat Claudia and I went to use the computer for hours. Then played computer games. Then Claudia went back to the room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After 5 seconds, I heard her scream really loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'OMG. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. *silence* EVONNE GAW!!! GET HERE NOW! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OMG OMG OMG. EVONNNNEE!!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I quit my game and went to see what was wrong, I though like, there was a cockroach / lizard in her room or something. Then I was looking at the floor, then got nothing. Then I saw a lot of ants in the box of cheesy fries (we left it there, opened, together with other food). I screamed even louder ;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Claudia kept kicking the box and scared a lot of ants away then they all started crawling towards my socks ._." Then we decided to use tissue paper and start squishing them and killing them. It was a huge ant massacre. So many died )= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Picture of one tissue paper (yea, just one, with quite little ants):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281485546276204642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUubHzAnMGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nWfJHYar1s0/s400/Photo992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wasn't really our fault. Couldn't help having so much ants in your room righht.. Then I helped her clear up everything ;D Then we went out to look for Shamen (who was coincidentally in Orchard Road). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stupid blur Shamen told us she was in Wisma Atria when she was at Wheelock place. We crossed the road 6 times trying to look for her. Under the rain. Urgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay then after that we went to Claudia's condo's garden and started playing truth or dare and ended up almost getting chased out of the garden by the security guard. ;X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We made Claudia wash her face with the fountain water and in the end she splashed our (me and shamen's) faces and hair with the dirty water. -.-" Ewwwww! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then soon after that Shamen and I went home.. with dirty hair )= evil claudia. But I shan't scold her anymore since she's leaving for indonesia tomorrow (yes, again). =X Gona watch my tv show now.. Bye !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3719551426162278068?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3719551426162278068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3719551426162278068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3719551426162278068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3719551426162278068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/d.html' title=';D'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUubHzAnMGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nWfJHYar1s0/s72-c/Photo992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5400024130474510293</id><published>2008-12-19T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:44:48.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIMBERLLLYY! ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omg sorry! I post after 12am ._." (kimberly's birthday is the 18th not 19th)sorry cause today I went out like, from morning till night so I was quite busy and couldn't post. Boohoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so this morning I very guai so went to school to collect my PSLE certificate with Claudia, then went to Orchard road and got her uniform, then went to have lunch cause I was starving! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My lunch was so filling, like the most filling lunch I've had in ages. Think I gained weight today, woohoo~ Okay this is going to be a chaoji short post since it's getting late..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uh after going to Claudia's house, Claudia and I took MRT to Kimberly's birthday party (which was at kim's house). We played a lot of games but I left early so I missed the water game. Yes! I'm so happy! I don't need to get wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I took a cab home from there and when I was going to walk out, Tamisha Tan said, 'hey be careful you don't get mistaken for a hooker, Geylang is veryy near here.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please, I looked so decent, I was even wearing jeans. What's wrong with Tamisha!! =X Then blablabla after so so long then I finally reached home at.... 10+. Yeahh. Home sweet home ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5400024130474510293?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5400024130474510293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5400024130474510293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5400024130474510293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5400024130474510293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-kimberlllyy-d.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIMBERLLLYY! ;D'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5946036683614794313</id><published>2008-12-17T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:39:34.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random ._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so since I have nothing much to post about today, I shall listen to Claudia and post this gossip girl thing so that she can watch it (she can't watch it unless i put it here cause her computer has some problem). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.megavideo.com/v/NA2VJQNZ88a16299fd26f7e029dbc4ca405990be"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.megavideo.com/v/NA2VJQNZ88a16299fd26f7e029dbc4ca405990be" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D Have fun watching~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: if it's not nice don't blame me I don't watch it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/p/s: does it even work? ._." sorry if it doesn't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5946036683614794313?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5946036683614794313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5946036683614794313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5946036683614794313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5946036683614794313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='random ._.'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-1100458375646416716</id><published>2008-12-16T18:44:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:04:38.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture time! ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um, I don't have the camera so I don't have most of the pictures, but you can view them (mostly ugly pics) on my brother's blog - &lt;a href="http://www.amosatlantis.com/"&gt;http://www.amosatlantis.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so btw I met Sabrina Chan in Shanghai !! I was quite shocked when I saw her. So.. when she saw me.. I was wearing something kiddish ;X Something like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280343343448449010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUeMS15X3_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/VAX4vK25BJg/s400/me+and+wolf+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A wolf headgear! After that I bought a bear one LOL. The tour guide took and wear o.o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280345203961411042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUeN_I2OteI/AAAAAAAAAkY/lR6Dzd7y1qg/s400/tour+guide+with+cap+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and then me and the 18 year old girl from Trinity College, named Wai Mun, were wearing such caps to the streets. Picture of me and her and my brother and the tour guides: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280348608840377618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUeRFVAopRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/6GNK4-rNLLI/s400/me+and+ppl!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When we wore our headgears to the streets we were like, the centre of attraction. Everyone turned to stare, and like.. 10 people came up to us to ask us where we bought it from. Hahahaha! Even got angmor ask us! And he tried speaking chinese and his accent sounded so funny! &gt;.&lt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay and then at night Wai Mun and I were pretending to be those girls who does car promotions at the oriental pearl tower place.. it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280345690473512530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUeObdPwPlI/AAAAAAAAAkg/-tP81cvMu18/s400/car+promotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I had loads of fun with her! ;X She's almost my height and she doesn't look 18 at all! The tour group members all thought she was only 1 or 2 years older than me hahahahaa. Few more pictures of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280347247141525762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUeP2ESVGQI/AAAAAAAAAk4/hCeUm_-JD3g/s400/in+boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280347252134947650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUeP2W42q0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/NpXm25aSyb8/s400/miiiie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm like.. gona show you the picture of me (looking ugly) and Joanne Peh.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280349055542691426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUeRfVGxBmI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wxU13eXfd5c/s400/joanne+and+i!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing really cute boots okay! Bahh.. Next.. there was this old man from the tour group.. He is.. funny.. And likes drinking beer during lunch and dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of the time he will hyper after drinking and start speaking in hokkien about really random stuff and he even went and sing in front of everyone omg, like, in the restaurant! Everyone clapped LOL. He sang those old old chinese songs. So hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother and I learnt something new, that gan bei means that you finish your beer or whatever alcoholic drink till the cup is dry. Ooooh. Yea so my brother and I kept gan bei-ing him. My brother even challenged him to drinking but my dad stopped him, by distracting the uncle by singing o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The uncle drinking: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280345698601444994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUeOb7hmpoI/AAAAAAAAAkw/U-RwC3vP99s/s400/old+uncle.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so after spending 8 days and loads of money there, I'm back ! ;D Hate the temperature here though.. ;X cya all~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I wanna eat western food! I'm so sick of chinese food!! Bahh! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-1100458375646416716?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/1100458375646416716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=1100458375646416716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1100458375646416716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1100458375646416716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-time-d.html' title='picture time! ;D'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SUeMS15X3_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/VAX4vK25BJg/s72-c/me+and+wolf+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-8490580966610183733</id><published>2008-12-15T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:58:48.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm backkkkk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wheeeeeeeee~ So many things happened, mostly good stuff so I'm kinda very happy now. Okay so I just came back from Shanghai and my family's luggage is totally exceeding the weight its supposed to be so I had to carry my luggage bag into the plane. Ahh I gained muscles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um some of the things I remembered from the trip is that, I met Joanne Peh (the singapore actress) at Shanghai, and she even took a photograph with me and my family and I even helped her take some pictures. Wooootz ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The temperature there was not that cold the first few days so I felt super comfortable in their cool temperature. It rocks! Sorry I'm not posting any pictures in this post because I have no time to upload the pictures and all that. And I'm also freaking exhausted right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&gt;.&lt; To be continued~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-8490580966610183733?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/8490580966610183733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=8490580966610183733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8490580966610183733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8490580966610183733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-backkkkk.html' title='I&apos;m backkkkk!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3385669044651250276</id><published>2008-12-12T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:29:38.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bah. I've been too lazy to post for the past few days, which have been totally boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's like, I wake up, eat, use the computer the sleep. the same thing for days in a row. there has been nothing interesting going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you know, when you're bored, you have nothing to do, and thus supposedly have a lot of energy, right? Well, surprisingly, the more bored I get, the more tired I feel. bleh. trust me, it's anything but good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when I get bored, I eat. Usually junk food. Like, who the hell eats to counter boredom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I don't excersise, so I think I'm gonna gain weight soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lizzi has been eating whole tubs of mango sorbets. Which she claims has 0 calories, so she's not gaining any weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unlike lizzi, I don't have tubs of sorbets I can gulp down whenever I feel the urge to eat something tasty. So I settle for potato chips. Huge bags of potato chips. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luckily, I'm leaving for europe tomorow, so I don't have to stay cooped up at home with nothing to do except read bleach fanfics for the rest of december. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nothing to post anymore, and I feel really tired even though I've only been awake for 7 hours today. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I sleep for ridiculously long periods of time. haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3385669044651250276?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3385669044651250276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3385669044651250276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3385669044651250276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3385669044651250276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-1232872561967254803</id><published>2008-12-08T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:26:16.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day in Shanghai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While you're reading this I'd probably be freezing in Shanghai. Okay yea yea I'm such a loser you guys can withstand such cold temperatures and I can't -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But !! Okay forget it.. Uhhh I'm so cold! so cold! ahhhhhhh! Okay you know what? I wrote this yesterday and Bella is just publishing this post for me today. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey. Bella here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay so the words in black are by me, and the words in blue are by Evonne, who is currently in shanghai, either sleeping or shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And since Evonne is away, and not able to post, I might be helping her post for her for the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm actually supposed to post about somethng now, but I'm kinda tired and......feeling very lazy now. So let's just consider this as posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Byebye~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-1232872561967254803?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/1232872561967254803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=1232872561967254803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1232872561967254803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1232872561967254803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/2nd-day-in-shanghai.html' title='2nd day in Shanghai!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-2086088108060440537</id><published>2008-12-07T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:23:17.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Byebye D;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wheeee~ I'm still posting today ;D Leaving for the airport soon. My flight is at 4pm though. I haven't packed finish my luggage btw ._. Going to soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, I won't be bringing my handphone there so you can't contact me, bwahahahahahahahaa!! Speaking about my phone, I've just locked my whole phone, so noone can intrude into my privacy ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not only do you need a password to on the phone, you also need a password to read my messages, call someone, view my phonebook, call-logs, music player, photos, videos, etc. Almost everything also need password! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When someone sends a message, you also have to type in password to view the message. Wheeee~ I rock! Okay lah it's kinda troublesome to type in password so many times but hey, so long as noone reads my messages, I'm fine with it. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bahh I gotta go now! I will miss you all ;DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-2086088108060440537?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/2086088108060440537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=2086088108060440537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2086088108060440537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2086088108060440537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/byebye-d.html' title='Byebye D;'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3320407804836010107</id><published>2008-12-06T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:46:14.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School uniform _|_</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;._. From the name of my post you should be able to guess that today I went to buy my school uniform. And I was bloody pissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I reached there I was already quite pissed off. Then I took like, the whole set of uniform to go try. Bella told me that I should get the smallest for everything except for the PE shirt, because everything was quite big. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end? &lt;em&gt;I got the (huge) second smallest size pinafore&lt;/em&gt;. Why didn't I get the smallest? There was a sec two student from RGS buying uniform and my mother went to talk to her mum and found out that the smallest size pinafore was too short for me and I would get scolded because it was slightly above my knees ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got M for pe shirt ._." I got S for blouse. I got S for culotte and pe shorts. All of these are 2nd smallest size!!!! Very big!!!!! ;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's worse is that initially, my dad was like saying that the pe shorts are too short. Whaaaat?!!! They are long I tell you. And also S is already slightly loose for me. -.- And he kept asking me whether I want S or M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Knn. I said S so many times already. He don't trust me is it? I was so mad I was like, 'you want M right? fine. you wear that. I'm not going to school in that.' &gt;.&lt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forget it man! I'm so pissed off now. Seems like I'll have to go to school next year with a super oversized uniform. Heck! &lt;strong&gt;My locker is going to be my new wardrobe&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm going to keep all my clothes in there. Immediately after school, I will change into my own clothes!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay enough about this. I'll be going to ShangHai from the 7th of dec (tomorrow) to 15th of dec. And so.............(wait for the major shocking news o.o)................................................................................................................................ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't post while I'm overseas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &gt;.&lt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I gotta go pack my luggage now.. Bye all ;X ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: I might get Bella to post a little while I'm overseas? ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3320407804836010107?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3320407804836010107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3320407804836010107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3320407804836010107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3320407804836010107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/school-uniform.html' title='School uniform _|_'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-4181190873379855894</id><published>2008-12-05T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:31:27.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nails! ;X</title><content type='html'>Complain time! ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is such a depressing day! Not only do I have totally nothing to do/look forward to, I still have to go for piano lesson (which I hate!) ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate piano (lessons)! Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) I have no interest in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) I am too lazy to practise piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) I have to cut my nails to play properly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And a few more reasons. )= Today, after reminding me to cut my nails for over 10 times, my piano teacher finally forced me to. Ahh so depressing! ;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Initial length of my nails: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276277248939225490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STkaM_d_cZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sI7-Q8GBwOw/s400/Photo951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;More detailed pic: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276277256553316354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STkaNb1VQAI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2PmmapwZciU/s400/Photo952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;All of my fingernails were 1cm or more! ;X Then I had to painstakingly cut them, arghh! They're now only reduced to like, 0.25cm? And my teacher was still complaining. See how much I cut off?! This is only for one hand btw!! T-T &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276277244117355042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STkaMtgXiiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/dvnwT3IVEpM/s400/Photo954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T.T Bahh. I hate piano. You know I have this feeling that one day my piano teacher is not going to tolerate me anymore and quit teaching me. In fact I'm looking forward to that day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why will she quit? Because I don't cut my nails and don't practise at all and often cancel lessons and sms/msn during lesson. ;O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Haiis I feel useless without my nails ._. Maybe I'll resort to using fake nails man! Good idea! Go me! ;D But it's so going to ruin my nails )= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesyes go ahead call me a bimbo but I really am not used to living without long nails! I'm sure Shing/Elizabeth will understand how I feel! T-T &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My next complaint:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My fridge has totally nothing and thus I didn't eat much today! All I ate was yucky stuff. I want to eat someting yummy. Eating is one of my hobbies okay! I feel happy when I eat nice food! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;)= Today isn't my day. Nothing to eat/do. Sian ahhhh! Boredom is killing me! Even audi doesn't help now because I've been playing audi till I'm super bored of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sigh. Byebye~ I know you hate my whining. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: my new favorite song is by JJ Lin o_________o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-4181190873379855894?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/4181190873379855894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=4181190873379855894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4181190873379855894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4181190873379855894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-nails-x.html' title='My nails! ;X'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STkaM_d_cZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sI7-Q8GBwOw/s72-c/Photo951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-965789561721890056</id><published>2008-12-04T16:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:47:22.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short post ;X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;;D today I watched a movie again! I think today's movie is like, nicer than yesterday's. It's called Bolt. Bolt is a super cute dog! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, info on Claudia (who is in Indonesia)! She is currently working in a clinic in Indonesia (her mum is a shareholder of the clinic i think). She works in the pharmacy and is in charged of giving medicine to people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And many &lt;em&gt;interesting things&lt;/em&gt; happened to her there. But I don't think I can tell, sorry =( btw she rode on a guy's motorbike and he drove her around! ;D ooooooooh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay if she sees this she's going to flip. So I shall stop gossiping about her ;X Sorry for the short post! I gtg! Byebye ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-965789561721890056?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/965789561721890056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=965789561721890056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/965789561721890056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/965789561721890056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-post-x.html' title='short post ;X'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3275116597225120237</id><published>2008-12-03T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:35:21.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first movie in ages!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wooohooo~ Today I'm finally watching a movie. Okay that's not right. I just watched one last month, but that's still ages to me. Since Angel and I were bored, we watched the movie 'Four christmases'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't ask me why that movie! It's only because it was the only movie showing then. Btw before the movie, in the lift, there were these two girls who looked like 11 year olds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They're probably 12 bah. Anyway, Angel said she heard them point to us (Angel and I) saying, "they wear de clothes dun seem as if they're going to the arcade".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily I didn't hear it until Angel told me if not I'd have shouted in the lift!! =X When Angel told me what they said I rushed into the arcade (Which was small) and looked for them and found them in the neoprint place. (yes i was very reckless and angry at that time, i dun know why).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When they were taking neoprints I was like, barged into the place and ruined their 'perfect picture' so the camera took picture of them staring at me WAHAHHAHAHA. Yea and then I did something else to disiao them. Sorry for my bad English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay digress~ The movie. It was damn hilarious at a few parts but it's all about the main characters of the movie kissing and being together and quarreling and then making out. Bahh, it wasn't that nice I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the movie Angel dragged me to see a soft toy eeyore (is that how you spell it?) and asked me to buy it for her. It's ex okay! ;X Then on the escalator, there was a bangladesh in front of Angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Since Angel always said that banglas were cute (I'm not being racist, no offence to anyone!) I pushed her. She almost fell on the bangla. Her reaction was so hilarious! She quickly grabbed the handrail thing ._.&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we kept laughing and everyone turned to stare at us. Angel said that &lt;em&gt;she wanted to tell me that the bangla was cute and then she saw him digging his nose and she wanted to tell me and by that time I already pushed her and she almost landed on him&lt;/em&gt;. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After accompanying Angel to the bank, I went home and luckily today it didn't rain. Wheee~ Cya~ I'm gona go watch my show ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3275116597225120237?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3275116597225120237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3275116597225120237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3275116597225120237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3275116597225120237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-movie-in-ages.html' title='my first movie in ages!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-4870897123252225296</id><published>2008-12-02T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:00:54.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shingziiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omg omg today I'm so happy! Today's the first time in a very very very long time that I'm going out with Shing. ;D That time she angry at me I was like, super emo and scared. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met Shing and Elise at Causeway point and then we went to this nice shop to eat ;D So good there tuesday got discount so we got our food (only the waffle lol) for a much cheaper price! Waffle+icecream:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275167168653833474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STUol0JqNQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GMwQ8K4qXOo/s400/Photo925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shared with Shing (Elise wanted to save money so she didn't eat anything). My ice cream cake:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275167995259022962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STUpV7fsbnI/AAAAAAAAAjo/KgUkW_u6CfI/s400/Photo923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was super tough cause the ice cream was a little frozen then I kept driving my fork into the cake and I had to take so long just to take a bit of the cake to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275167176989044642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STUomTM7b6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/z-yRjN-1Uwo/s400/Photo924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eat one cake also so hard =X I took twice as much time to eat my cake compared to Shing okay! She finished hers so quickly (her's wasn't ice cream cake). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that we walked around and saw a minnie mouse (i think its minnie mouse) soft toy with scary eyebrows. It really looks freaky! Look for yourself:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275167154672707746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STUolAETKKI/AAAAAAAAAjI/hwN1kpK9fNo/s400/Photo933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's freaky I tell you! It's like, both eyebrows are joined together. Okay then we saw .. these cute fat things dancing downstairs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275167163912474706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STUolifO0FI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Y9ni9pa7Xek/s400/Photo932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know what are they called! But they are very cute and fat! ;X After that we messed around then went back home (I was late). Shing was damn hilarious! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yeah and when she was drinking I asked her &lt;em&gt;'are you a boy?&lt;/em&gt;' and she laughed till she spat out water on the floor LOL. After that, while walking to the MRT, we saw a black cat o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275167150665596690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STUokxI7fxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/l_A90xHW-P0/s400/Photo937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yeah then I said to the cat 'Hey you have nice eyes.' I wonder if it understood me.. Maybe it did! Lol! We were super careful not the walk past it. =X &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then we went home. And now it's time to watch my 9pm show on channel 8 ;D Hehe. Byebye all~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-4870897123252225296?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/4870897123252225296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=4870897123252225296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4870897123252225296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4870897123252225296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/shingziiii.html' title='Shingziiii'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STUol0JqNQI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GMwQ8K4qXOo/s72-c/Photo925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-8016816967660873336</id><published>2008-12-01T20:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:50:37.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pau ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is such a memorable day, =X in a &lt;em&gt;half bad half good&lt;/em&gt; way. Okay nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today after going to orchard road, I went to visit Eunice Yau!!! This is like.. the first time I'm going to her condo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I waited for her to come down at the guardhouse for around &lt;strong&gt;7minutes&lt;/strong&gt; (she kept asking me to wait and stop being impatient) then only she finally come down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She came with her dog! ;X Which is really very cute. And btw I'm the first person from RGPS gep to see her dog up-close (according to her)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And she also said that among all the strangers that her dog met before he likes me only ;D Whoooooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pau and her dog: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274805985139532402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STPgGKtYonI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PatFcunMRaw/s400/Photo920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh btw, she refused to let me go up into her house ;X Cause she said that her maid will tell her mum. Btw even her maid invited me into the house and asked us to go up but Eunice kept saying don't need D=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She anyhow treat her guest de! Her dog kept running across the road ;X And I let him run across, and she said I don't know how to hold him properly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Her dog: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274805980922101938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STPgF6_3wLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Z9pw-l0mYOc/s400/Photo918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He don't want look at the camera ;X He wants to look at a pretty dog that just walked past. Okay jkjk. I'm crapping again. After that we chatted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then after like, 15 minutes, Eunice asked me to go home cause she can't stay downstairs for 'that long'. And so, I left ;X Then end of day ;D Byebye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-8016816967660873336?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/8016816967660873336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=8016816967660873336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8016816967660873336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8016816967660873336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/12/pau-d.html' title='Pau ;D'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/STPgGKtYonI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PatFcunMRaw/s72-c/Photo920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-7973555306192963150</id><published>2008-11-30T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:53:48.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn mosquitoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I freaking hate mosquitoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't they go extinct? My house have suddenly become raided by some damned mosquitoes. Why are they damned? Cause they keep sucking my blood (biting me), duh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mosquitoes sucks suck sucks.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's like, whether I go to the bedroom or living room or kitchen or bathroom or anywhere, there will be a mosquito. I sprayed the whole house with mosquito repellent only to come home to find that I've been bitten, &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Damn mosquitoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mosquitoes are good-for-nothings. They only harm people, not help people. Even bees can help pollinate flowers. Mosquitoes? Only can spread diseases. Damn them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now one of my greatest wishes is for mosquitoes to go extinct okay?! Can anyone tell me how to get rid of these .. blood-&lt;em&gt;Suckers&lt;/em&gt;? )=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/s: I have more than 5 mosquito bites ler (I think) ._."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-7973555306192963150?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/7973555306192963150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=7973555306192963150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7973555306192963150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7973555306192963150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn-mosquitoes.html' title='Damn mosquitoes'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-1946991654461845363</id><published>2008-11-29T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:43:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haiis, today's so boring. I just stayed at home and sianned for the whole day, but at least I went to lot 1 and bukit panjang plaza, but only for a short short short while.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay since I have nothing much to post about today, I shall show you a list of things that Bella likes (don't ask me why her cause I don't know either), through a conversation between her and me =D okay it was mostly her talking to herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt;I LOVE MY PSP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; AND GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; AND MY HP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; AND MY SPOILT IPHONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; AND A LOT OF OTHER STUFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; LIKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; FOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;evonne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; BUT I LOVE GOD MOST. YAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;evonne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; bleh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;evonne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bleh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; bleh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; btwbtw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; btw....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; AM...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; BORED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; No, I'm BOB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; WHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The end of my sian post which was posted on this sian day at this sian hour at this sian minute ;X ~~ Byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-1946991654461845363?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/1946991654461845363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=1946991654461845363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1946991654461845363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1946991654461845363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/haiis-todays-so-boring.html' title='Sianzzz'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5408403366320027690</id><published>2008-11-28T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:37:30.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've (Evonne) just joined a blogshop which was formerly runned by Angel and Shing but Shing had to quit eversince she was grounded )= &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do support our blogshop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I plan to end every paragraph with that url) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We sell &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;trendy hoodies, bagpacks, shorts, FBTs, skinny jeans, tanktops etc.&lt;/span&gt; Also, we warmly invite suggestions as to what you guys/girls would like to see in our blogshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please visit and let me make some money cause currently my wallet has 0 dollar 0 cents (except for a malaysian ten cents which is useless). I don't want to go out and then not be able to come back because my ez link card runs out of money!! =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prices are all negotiable and reasonable! Yeah! That's all I have to say, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;thank you for your support~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5408403366320027690?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5408403366320027690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5408403366320027690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5408403366320027690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5408403366320027690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/httpshoppoh-lovesblogspotcom.html' title='http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-4245913972527129850</id><published>2008-11-27T22:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:32:32.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Angel~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bugis rocks! Woohoo. Since today Shing can't go out with me or Angel. Angel and I went out together, to Bugis! Sorry Shing I never follow you go BPP ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel and I went to Bugis street to look for supplier for our hoodies and finally found one. I bought this dress thing for $35(after loads of bargain)! At first it cost $50 or something, I feel so happy~ Then I bought a hoodie, which I plan to sell cause I am totally broke now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pic of Hoodie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273352843508457026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS62eMSeHkI/AAAAAAAAAio/X4LnSu8P2uc/s400/Photo851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks quite nice, I'm selling it for $16, fast deals @ $15. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't need money, cause I really like it! ;X If you want it msn me @ &lt;a href="mailto:evonne_7878@hotmail.com"&gt;evonne_7878@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. If you email I might take a few days to reply ;X cause I seldom check my mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, at the mrt station, I saw this guy wearing yellow shirt (he was kinda fat) and then he suddenly shout very loud for no reason, he did that quite a lot of times, then I noticed then he reads out the words on the advertisements at the MRT station very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He scared everyone at the station okay! Everyone turned to look at him. I was hiding behind angel ._. After that I took a photo of him, I feel mean &gt;.&lt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Digress~~ I just realized that bugis street has a second storey and third storey!! ;X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw this pair of boots which look very nice also and it was on discount so it was $10 cheaper, it was $50! ._. But I didn't buy it, of course. After a long walk in the burning Bugis Street, we went back to bugis junction, then ate at MOF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very yummy I tell you! I was broke so I only ate a little bit of sushi.. The person went to serve the wrong dessert but I ate a few spoonfuls of it (LOL) cause I didn't realize. Then the waiter came to take it away and apologize for his mistake, and he didnt realize that I already ate a little bit of it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder what he will do with the dessert.. ooolala.. After that I waited very long but my dessert never come so I cancelled it. ^.^ I am so happy I saved money. But after that I bought a doughnut! Which is so yummy omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273352575087913106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS62OkWBqJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aa1Mla4lLbE/s400/Photo856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from this doughnut shop which sells all kinds of pretty doughnuts! And all of them are super yummy. I bought a pink one wahahahhaha! After that we went to 'Accessorize' and went to try out the different cute things there! There were santa costumes!! ;X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angel in a pink I-forgot-what-it's-called:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273352589303792274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS62PZTWwpI/AAAAAAAAAig/RIUS7nJGz3Q/s400/Photo853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me wearing ear muffs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273352579996846338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS62O2oaCQI/AAAAAAAAAiY/W1pS1HnV3R0/s400/Photo855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It looked so cute okay! look at it not at me ._. It's pink and heart-shaped and furry! What's there not to like! ;D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We went home in the evening, and went to squeeze in a train with a lot of people. When we reached Jurong East interchange, everyone wanted a seat in a train so they were all standing at the yellow line there:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273352570955561538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS62OU8y-kI/AAAAAAAAAiI/uPXfifs6S38/s400/Photo858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very kiasu leh!! Singaporeans.. ;X The train was not arriving lor! There was still like.. 4 more minutes! I joined them and squeezed in front heheh. Angel was like, 'orh you not kiasu ah you go stand far far behind lor!'. By the way, in the end we still didn't get a seat -.- Then the end. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay byebye~ I must go maple so that kester teo never ever beats me! ;D Gdnight everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-4245913972527129850?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/4245913972527129850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=4245913972527129850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4245913972527129850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4245913972527129850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/angel_27.html' title='~Angel~'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS62eMSeHkI/AAAAAAAAAio/X4LnSu8P2uc/s72-c/Photo851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-4380702949261537153</id><published>2008-11-26T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:39:01.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiiiiing~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;=D I'm back to mapling since audi is under maintanence!! Currently I'm level 132, mwaahhahahaa(i know some of you are more pro and laughing at me now =X). Digress~~ I went to Shing's house today! Very long never see her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I reached at 12+, then we blogshopped, and tried to audi but then so suay audi was under maintanence!! After that Angel arrived and then we watched scary videos (really scary ones =X).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we camwhored!! Shing and Angel camwhoring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272969938599035570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS1aOMWCQrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/n4sA9s_XJWw/s400/Photo816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Angel kept torturing the poor stuffed toy bunnies (the ones in her hands) by squishing their faces together. She so evil! Now the face is like, half distorted. Shing(right) and I(left):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272969945729003810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS1aOm588SI/AAAAAAAAAhY/lu-g1nLAkEc/s400/Photo822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoodies rock! xD Shing with her bunnies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272971418469615778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS1bkVSrSKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Ha5J0OSfRmk/s400/Photo821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were all hungry and thus ran into the kitchen in search of food. Shing ate rice and dumped soup on her rice, the soup looked like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272971407323194578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS1bjrxKZNI/AAAAAAAAAho/fKisFeylcHo/s400/Photo824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Angel (who was allergic to prawn) kept shouting 'Eee inside got prawn!! EEEE!!' And while Shing was eating, she kept saying 'hen3 xia1 leh', which sounds like 'hen3 xiang1 leh'. If you don't get it, the first one means 'very prawn leh!' which in chinese, sounds like 'smells good', the 2nd one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;no align="justify"&gt;After that we went to Lot 1 to eat long johns silver (however you spell it). I was totally broke so I only ate this $3.50 cheesy fries and chips combo thing. Shing and Angel ate something more ex. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess what we saw?!?!?! At the place for ordering the waitress woman, who was kinda old and fat, had this nametack on, and it says &lt;strong&gt;'pretty doll'&lt;/strong&gt; on the nametack. OMG. We all were trying so hard to contain our laughter. =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After eating, Angel had a lot of leftover fries (she never ever finishes her fries). She very waste food! I wanted to eat them then she go mess them up, the end-product:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272971429916547458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS1bk_71mYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kMBYXWJuof0/s400/Photo830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this isn't the end yet, after that Shing added coke in also, and more ice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272971434281469826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS1blQMhB4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/hno3an1Cq5c/s400/Photo829.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X So gross. I wonder if anyone will eat it, we stood outside Long John Silver trying to see how the people there will clear up the mess(actually they just have to dump the box of, rotten crap). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that we walked around and then entered Mini Toons, where we saw a big milk bottle full of waterbabies at the counter. At first I didn't know they were waterbabies so I went to ask the person at the counter. Our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What are these ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person at Counter:&lt;/strong&gt; Water babies (I heard as wo de babies, which means my babies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? ni de babies? (translated: your babies?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person at Counter:&lt;/strong&gt; Nono. Wa-ter babies!! I not so old =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ohhhhh, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh today my ears got problem. =X Okay then in the end I finished all my money so I had to call my dad to send me home. I went home very very early!! ._. And then I mapled. And am still mapling, so.. Cya later alligator! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-4380702949261537153?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/4380702949261537153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=4380702949261537153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4380702949261537153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4380702949261537153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/shiiiiing.html' title='Shiiiiing~'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SS1aOMWCQrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/n4sA9s_XJWw/s72-c/Photo816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5238825056399242384</id><published>2008-11-25T19:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:09:11.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella+I -&gt; Bugis ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yoyoyo! Today Bella and I went to Bugis (first time I going to Bugis with her in more than a year), she was late, extremely late, so I just did something else first. Then finally she come, I ask her go mcdonalds she don't know how to go, so in the end I had to go find her ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we walked around and went to 77th street to try out countless very nice dresses/tops. Really very nice! But we no money, so I guess I next time then go back there buy bah.. After CNY ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we walked around then Bella forced me to go to Pastamania to eat. I really very scared of that place already, it always make me super full. And so, I didn't order pasta whoohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272555923834538482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSvhrXKKCfI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/599STJV23kQ/s400/Photo804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I only ordered soup(in the pic i finished it already ^^)+garlic bread+chicken wings(which was already filling lor). Bella's beef bolognese:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272555928771909586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSvhrpjUV9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/N8ZINE7CYNQ/s400/Photo803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you see how much cheese she put inside?!&lt;/strong&gt; It's too much lor!! Far too much! Insanely much! ._. After that we bought candy ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272555949339468066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSvhs2LAYSI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ek_lEZRldmY/s400/Photo810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks so kiddish horr.. Bella's broken candycane: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272555932095578914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSvhr17vgyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/u3vwWl9i1pk/s400/Photo807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was cherry flavoured. We posed with our candies when we went to take neoprint. This time we only took $21 worth of neoprints. I very long never take neoprint ler.. And this is the first time I'm taking neoprints in contacts so woootz~ ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The camera was kinda slow so most of the pictures Bella moved away before it took (she very impatient de). I dropped my sweet there, on the floor, oops. It fell on Bella at first then she forced herself to keep still cause the machine was like '3,2,1' already. ;D I feel evil. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that, more food! Went to Mcdonalds, all the seats inside were occupied, sadly. Then there was this guy sitting there alone with his laptop at this 4 seat table. He could see that we were looking for seats lahh so he beckoned us over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bella immediately pulled me away when I was walking towards that table because she was convinced that he is a paedophile. What is wrong with her lor!! What can he do huh? ._. And how can you anyhow judge people like that lor! Got seat you should be happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After walking around, we went to the toilet. I found a sushi from yoshinoya at the toilet OMG. Its like.. well packed and there's not a speck of dirt on it, it was on top of the toilet paper thing. Btw, I didn't take it! I'm not that greedy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After I came out Bella asked me why I took so long, it was cause the toiletbowl was wet so I had to wipe it and then I lined the toiletbowl seat with tissue cause it looked dirty ;D She kept laughing at me, it isn't funny right?! Dirty then clean ma.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that we went to shop and I saw a very nice t-shirt! But I had too little money to buy cause I spent too much already )= Btw I bought a new pencilcase at myuk : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272561535272271538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSvmx_ZKvrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kjqs7OOGpxg/s400/Photo815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was like.. quite cheap.. $12. Bella was trying to teach me how to pronounce the french words on the pencilcase but gave up on me because I couldn't get the third word and kept uttering rubbish english words which sounded like it. ;D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After walking around even more, we went to eat dessert at MOF (very nice shop). I ate this really sweet .. red bean thing which taste very yummy but Bella thinks its too sweet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272555940498742754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSvhsVPNneI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FOyEtp5m-uE/s400/Photo811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love it! Sweet rocks! I think its a bit overpriced though but nvm! Bella's drink. She thinks its very sweet but its not at all sweet compared to the red bean thing!! She gave me that much, cause she couldn't finish it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272556974054064626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSviofiAQfI/AAAAAAAAAg4/08ed3lMC2VY/s400/Photo813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I amazingly finished it. I told her she shouldn't eat pastamania she don't listen to me.. The pasta there is super filling!! &gt;.&lt;&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After everything, I was left with less than a dollar. Wth. When we walked to the MRT station, I tapped me card, and realized there was no money left in my card!! &lt;strong&gt;WTH.&lt;/strong&gt; I was totally shocked.. T.T how to go home?! Then my dad was in Malaysia also. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(I stupidly forgot that I could take taxi home and let my mum pay). Thank goodness someone saved me ._. If not I'll be stranded. Ahhhh. Okay I know I don't make sense. A convo between me and Bella before ending my post: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; Baka! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mii:&lt;/strong&gt; Why you scold yourself baka. Why you so funny one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; I said that you are a baka lah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mii:&lt;/strong&gt; no you didn't. you said 'baka!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; What the! I give up on you lurr.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mii:&lt;/strong&gt; o.o you baka! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;;D Bella is so funny. Okay byebye~ I need to eat dinner. Wahahahhahaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5238825056399242384?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5238825056399242384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5238825056399242384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5238825056399242384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5238825056399242384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/bellai-bugis-d.html' title='Bella+I -&gt; Bugis ;D'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSvhrXKKCfI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/599STJV23kQ/s72-c/Photo804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-7539338750695812338</id><published>2008-11-24T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:59:44.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm back from Malaysia, this morning, at 1am. I am still very sleepy now T.T Because last night the aircon was so damn cold I could'nt sleep since I had no blanket whatsoever and I was directly underneath the air con or somewhere there so long as the air con was blowing directly at me. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes and I haven't played audi for very long, and am not planning to since I don't have acash since &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; finished my acash. Sobsob. By the way I did not go Malaysia for holiday! My dad just wanted my family to visit some relatives. D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother was very very irritating and kept disturbing me till I almost slapped him in front of everyone (I couldnt reach his face). I went to my uncle's house first and met up with my cousins ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that I went to my grandma's house and stayed there till the next morning (it was there that the aircon was so cold). I like bathing with cold water suddenly, I chose to bathe with the bucket/pail of water instead of the shower thing. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day I went to visit my grandaunt or something like that after going to Jusco (a big shopping mall in malaysia). Jusco rocks omg! I bought a mango jacket there for 159rm ;D It's gray and very velvety and most importantly, comfortable. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately, it's the only thing I bought from Jusco. Cause I had to go to my grandaunt's house for dinner. Btw my uncle now keeps reading the words on my shirt eversince I wore a shirt from FrenchConnectionUnitedKingdom which says 'too busy to fcuk'. o.o maybe i should wear a shirt with some weird words he cant understand! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes and then I stayed at my grandaunt's house for like, 4 hours till 11pm and then left for home. Ahh I must end my post now cause I need to go eat dinner. Cya~~ Sorry no pictures in this post ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-7539338750695812338?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/7539338750695812338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=7539338750695812338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7539338750695812338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7539338750695812338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back-yo.html' title='I&apos;m back yo!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-8401575847995330988</id><published>2008-11-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:35:15.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;This is not Evonne.&lt;br /&gt;Bella here (yes, again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Evonne couldn't post because her mother tampered with the fuse box and the power was cut off. That's in my language. In Evonne's language, however, it would simply be, "wtf my mum cause the whole house to black out" That's what she smsed me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Thus, Evonne was not able to post last night.&lt;br /&gt;Evonne is currently in Malaysia with her family visiting her relatives. She will be back by tomorrow. Don't bother trying to sms her. I doubt she'll reply.&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I am abandoning my blog to help post on Evonne's. I'm such a nice person. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sec schs...I'm not very excited at the prospect of having to spend another 6 years with evonne.&lt;br /&gt;Quoting a convo between her and sarah. (evonne showed it to me, in case you were wondering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah says: is bella going to rgs also?&lt;br /&gt;evonne says: OF COURSE&lt;br /&gt;evonne says: SHE MUST FOLLOW ME AND LET ME IRRITATE HER MORE =D&lt;br /&gt;*And here I suspect Evonne's smiling her trademark hamster smile.*&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-8401575847995330988?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/8401575847995330988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=8401575847995330988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8401575847995330988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8401575847995330988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3889175803826164322</id><published>2008-11-20T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:37:18.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My score is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No I'm not telling my score yet! Whoohoo! Just read through the whole post and try to find my score. So this morning my dad sent me and Elizabeth to my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Elizabeth asked me to message her when I was leaving and I did, I said, 'EH CAN YOU PLEASE HURRY UP I'M ALREADY WAITING FOR YOU AT THE GUARDHOUSE.' actually, I was only leaving my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so she rushed all the way down 10 storeys of staircase because coincidentally her lift broke down. And then she kept running, when she reached the guardhouse, I only just reached. =D And I kept laughing at her cause she was panting like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahh I feel sadistic. We went to the cafe behind school actually. And I kept laughing at things that weren't funny, says Elizabeth. And Bella and Nicole also when they arrived. Got meh.. ? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ate and chatted and played games and did many stupid and hilarious things and then left. Then went to school. Then I realized my wallet was missing and I was all panicky and screaming at everyone when they were announcing the highest score in school and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone was so pissed at me and asked me to shut up. Then people started telling me how nervous they were and asked me 'Are you scared?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course lahh!!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person: Ya I also!! What if I did badly for PSLE!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;o.o I scared i can't find my wallet forever lehh.. inside got blablablabla&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person: you siao issit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-.- Anyhow scold, yea and then Tamisha said I had some priority disorder. I don't have okay!! Sigh. Everyone was screaming really loudly cause Tan Tze En got highest in school (281) and then the top scorers are all from GEP. Hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(I am not one btw, duh, I didn't even study, well, I tried to but always got distracted, wait this is too long to be a bracket, argh whatever) I was super hyper in school and so Tamisha kept shouting at me ._. sobsob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay after school I went to Lizzi's house with Eunice to change, why must go her house!? I spent 30 minutes choosing. Because her clothes were either too big or too small or something like that. I kept swearing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then Lizzi suggested going to Bukit Panjang Plaza, &lt;strong&gt;I don't want to go there&lt;/strong&gt;! I live so near there I go there nearly everyday, gosh I hate that place I tell you! Not really but I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So when they kept saying they wanted to go there I sweared, like a lot. I was like, "&lt;strong&gt;Why do you &lt;em&gt;fcking&lt;/em&gt; want to go the that &lt;em&gt;fcking&lt;/em&gt; place with &lt;em&gt;fcking&lt;/em&gt; nothing?! What is&lt;em&gt; fcking&lt;/em&gt; wrong with your &lt;em&gt;fcking&lt;/em&gt; mind?! Why must &lt;em&gt;fcking&lt;/em&gt; choose that &lt;em&gt;fcking&lt;/em&gt; place out of every single &lt;em&gt;fcking&lt;/em&gt; place in &lt;em&gt;fcking&lt;/em&gt; singapore?!&lt;/strong&gt;!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They kept laughing at me -.- I also don't know why! And they asked me to stop saying because if not they will laugh till they die or something. I was not being funny!!!!! T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we went to west mall. -.- Still not what I wanted but nvm. I saw really cute pink earrings there (not whole thing pink) but very very pretty but noone wanted to buy for me. $10 only wor!! T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pau checking out her half spoilt shoe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270712919080528754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSVVeXbba3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/gE0HIhdDB-I/s400/Photo792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay okay maybe you are dying to know my results ler? Fine, here, look yourself,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270711881340934594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSVUh9jB2cI/AAAAAAAAAfo/eIwOkMWvIx4/s400/Photo796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you can't see properly, I got 4 Astars and a pathetic 267. Eunice got 272, and I bet Claudia got even higher. But at least Elizabeth got lower, hehe sorry Lizzi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel sucky cause my old school friends pwned me, some. And Bao Jian Da(my ex-schoolmate, a guy) got 278?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? T.T I don't believe this. Aiya must be his Chinese pull him up one. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anw.. Digress~~~~~~ In order to waste more time, Lizzi and Eunice and I did a bonding activity! I don't really know what its called.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270712923487408578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSVVen2HEcI/AAAAAAAAAgA/7j0OwEWSQQM/s400/Photo793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You just squirt paint onto that thing and then they put it in an oven and tata! It becomes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270712927786107986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSVVe33ABFI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-GHArTPIslY/s400/Photo794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So pretty! The red parts look so nice because they're done by me! Wahahahaha. Just placed santa claus on my glass table and he looks nice there I tell you! ^.^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Btw thank you Eunice and Lizzi for your little notes :D And sorry I didn't write one for you guys cause I was playing audi &gt;.&lt;&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Byebye everyone!!! Whoooo no need go back to school anymore, actually now, I miss school ._. OH. The most funny part of school!! Mdm Lim (my science teacher) said this to me !!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"I'm very pleased, because you started studying for science towards the end of Term 3 right?" (I usually get lowest for science because I miss a lot of science lessons)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;HAHA. she thinks I studied!!!! Omg lor!! Someone said I studied?! I am totally hypervilanting now!!!! Oh gosh! I rock! Whooohoo, yea right, I studied, sure I did :D Yea I studied while playing audi, studied while going out with shing, wow yes. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh btw, the first thing my mum said when she know my score is, 'OMG REALLY?! i dreamt that you got 267 okay!! Wah!! Really 267?!?!?!' I was totally speechless.. and i don't know why a lot of people guess I get 267 when I make them guess what I got. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So.. pro? No nobody told them, that one i 100% sure.. Okay okay time to end my super long post. :D Bye all~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3889175803826164322?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3889175803826164322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3889175803826164322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3889175803826164322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3889175803826164322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-score-is.html' title='My score is.....'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SSVVeXbba3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/gE0HIhdDB-I/s72-c/Photo792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-2015722792219590083</id><published>2008-11-19T18:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:49:50.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow! *gasp*</title><content type='html'>Ahhh tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the day! *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gasp* what to do! I want to know my results but I also want to burn up the result slip before looking at my results so I can not know my results forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay I know I don't make sense o.o Btw for you blur people I meant PSLE results. Ok digress~~~ I just received 8 angpaos!! From my relatives from China who came over. But, 4 is for my brother ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inside got quite little money but they give my parents a lot, to me it is quite a lot. But then again, its good because since I'm going to Shanghai then I can use the renmingbi they give me. Whoohoo~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, I want to complain again!! Why am I going to Shanghai? I wanted to go to Japan/Europe. My dad really very pro, from Europe, he can change our holiday destination all the way to Shanghai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's how he did it, from Europe he changed to Japan, saying that Europe is too expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From Japan, he changed to Korea saying that Korea is similar to Japan but cheaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From Korea, he changed to Taiwan saying Taiwan not so cold, and that my mum is scared of too cold temperatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From Taiwan he changed to China!!!!!!!!!!!! He want to go to China then say so lah! Sigh, at least now never go to the uloo scenic places in China. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first I was going to both Shanghai and Taiwan. Then now my dad changed again so it's only Shanghai, and probably Genting/Malacca/KL (which is actually quite nice also haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He changed because my grandparents couldn't follow us, so there is no point in going to Taiwan to visit my grandaunt. But my point in going to Taiwan is to shop! )= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahh enough of these sad things, I shall go do something happy now like count how much money is in my angpaos. Cya~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-2015722792219590083?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/2015722792219590083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=2015722792219590083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2015722792219590083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2015722792219590083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/tomorrow-gasp.html' title='Tomorrow! *gasp*'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3542746302925578559</id><published>2008-11-18T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:02:41.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First movie in 6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello! I leveled up in audition!! Okay that's unrelated. Today I excercised a lot. First my dad made me late and thus I reached Vivo City late, very late, when I reached everyone scream at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I looked for that meeting place for so long, I ran around almost the whole of Vivo City, I've never ran so far for damn long already! T.T imagine how much I sweat, even in the aircon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we realized that the tickets for the movie Madagascar were sold out, and thus rushed all the way to lot 1. You know how far is it or not!??!! We arrived just in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In their hurry, Jocelyne and Elise went up the escalator (those flat ones) that were going down instead of up. Imagine, they keep running up the escalator keep moving down. &lt;strong&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/strong&gt; I just stood there laughing and then walked up the correct escalator =D I feel mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We bought food and rushed to the theatre and almost entered the wrong one o.o Madagascar rocks by the way! You should totally watch it! It's super hilarious and ... interesting. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the movie I learnt a lot of stupid things also!! ^.^ and I felt super high after the movie, maybe because I managed to steal nachos from my friend :D she didn't notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the movie Elise and I went to Shing's house, and I played more auditionsea!! And Shing did some story-telling. Very funny! After that my dad fetched me home at around 7 plus )= I wanted to stay for dinner. Boohoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: Yes it's true it's the first movie I watched in 6 months cause I missed most movies (I was too late).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S&lt;/strong&gt;: Bella's &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; blog link is (yes I'm advertising again) &lt;a href="http://www.expectthetruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.expectthetruth.blogspot.com/&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/97476792968733272-3542746302925578559?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3542746302925578559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3542746302925578559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3542746302925578559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3542746302925578559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-movie-in-6-months.html' title='First movie in 6 months'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-7271195070010806797</id><published>2008-11-17T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:59:22.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(this post is a little late) D= Recently a lot of people have been calling me heartless for not crying on the last day of school and such. Why should I cry? I don't think I'll miss most people in GEP, they are not even close to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are only about 10 people who are close to me and they are all going to RGS, which means that we will be in the same school for another 6 years (4 years RGS 2 years RJC). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And don't tell me that I might not be in the same class as them and all that crap about making new friends in a new school and forgetting your old friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Example: Claudia and I have never been in the same class ever but we're still so close right?! So different class doesn't make a difference, to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I am not that heartless! I will still miss my table tennis friends and other mainstream friends, don't worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, if you haven't read Bella's blog, RGPS and RGS are not affiliated! So stop thinking this way: Aiyah you from RGPS so obviously can go RGS lahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's as hard for us RGPS people as you (if you from other school) to get into RGS. Oh gosh I feel so good after clearing up this misunderstanding that RGPS and RGS are affiliated =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll go play auditionsea now~~~ Have a nice day ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-7271195070010806797?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/7271195070010806797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=7271195070010806797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7271195070010806797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7271195070010806797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5456907170847577535</id><published>2008-11-16T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T01:07:21.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oops really sorry I haven't been posting much, I'm too addicted to Auditionsea. It totally rocks! After training for about a month / 3 weeks I'm now level 11, which is quite okay if you compare it to Tamisha who became level 11 after 2 years =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yesterday when I went to Bella's house and when we went to parkway parade, Bella got bored and told me what she thought was the definition of 'mwahaha' and 'wahaha'. And she said that 'wahahaha' is better than 'mwahahaha'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wahaha(hahahas)&lt;/strong&gt; - You have an evil plan in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mwahaha(hahahas)&lt;/strong&gt; - The evil plan is successful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wahaha is better because you can look forward to something o.O And Bella also said its more scary. Doesn't it make so much sense? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I went out with my friends and we went for youth service in church (not the church I go to on Sunday). The music was so loud everytime the drum beat my heart like can fly out like that! The whole floor was vibrating. And they dimmed the lights too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that I went for dinner with my friends at West Mall and guess who I saw?!!? Claire, Claire Kwan. Wahh. My friend also saw her other friend, do everyone go to West Mall for dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way a stupid thing happened to me when I was queueing up to buy food. I accidentally stepped on a bar behind me and I thought I stepped on someone's leg so I said 'Ahh sorry!!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I turned behind I saw nobody but a boy 1 metre away from me, I couldn't possibly have stepped on his foot right!? I feel stupid apologising to the bar, the boy was staring at me as if I was mental! T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bought 3 pairs of ear studs with this other girl called Jia Min (I think that's how you spell it). ^.^ They are soo pretty and small and cute~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shall abruptly end my post here! And do look at the new quote of the day, sorry for not updating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5456907170847577535?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5456907170847577535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5456907170847577535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5456907170847577535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5456907170847577535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry~~'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-7122273148761098727</id><published>2008-11-14T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:22:50.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey. Bella here. Evonne can't post today. Too sleepy or tired or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Evonne has told me not to write any crap here, so I'll just post about what happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School was supposed to have ended yesterday, but all p6s were required to attend the speech day thing. The event actually started at 9, but everybody came before 7:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Evonne was being blur. Very blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not going to go into details here because evonne will get mad. but I'm going to post it on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anw since we all went down to the hall early, there was nothing to do for fifteen minutes. We weren't even allowed to read a book. like wtf man, the event hasn't even started yet. We're not making any noise, just staring at some words. What do you expect us to do? Sit down and stare at the stage curtains, wasting away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I mentioned just how much I hate speech day/prize giving day? It's so damn boring; all you do is sit there and clap endlessly while a never ending line of slow-walking pupils stumble onto stage one by one in a state of nervousness, then waltz down the stairs, euphoric at having received a gift or certificate of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I said, the event was really boring. Evonne and eunice decided to kill their boredom. By disturbing me. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was sitting in the middle of them. How unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They clapped really loudly in front of both my ears, coming close to splitting my eardrums. Then they leaned their arms on both my shoulders and tried to hi-five each other , "accidentally" hitting my face every other second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They proceeded to talk a whole lot of nonsensical crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when they found out that I took the word "chio" as an insult, they called me that. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not to mention a hell lot of other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a victim of their bohliao-ness. boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yes, I do take being called chio as an insult. In my personal opinion, "chio" is a term reserved for ahlians.  Which I AM NOT. Calling me that would be equivalent to telling me, "Hey! I think you're an ah lian." Call me that word, and I will kick your ass so hard that you fly into space and get stuck in the moon's orbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the whole sleep-inducing event, evonne came over to my house. Nicole told us her mother offered to send us home, but I declined, saying that it was more fun to take the bus and that it would be good exercise. Evonne got pissed when she heard I did that. lazy ah-bu don't want to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To cut the story short, we went out to have lunch and to shop. Then we went back to my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;played audi then evonne went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like evonne, I am now too tired to post anymore. hectic day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-7122273148761098727?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/7122273148761098727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=7122273148761098727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7122273148761098727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7122273148761098727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-7831506340707758206</id><published>2008-11-12T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:14:04.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoyoyo! ^.^ today is a nice day I guess. I went out with Yun Ping and Elise.. we went quite far. Yunping and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267771066813796482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRrh4BuEUII/AAAAAAAAAfg/_fJWYFjmXa8/s400/YP+and+I.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She so short right?! Sorry Yun Ping &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRrgX0jZ1jI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qONTx1FIlpY/s1600-h/Photo770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267769414011967026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRrgX0jZ1jI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qONTx1FIlpY/s400/Photo770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry we were very bored!!! So when we were walking I was smsing. Then there was this really tall guy walking in my direction (I didn't notice him), I think he's like 1.9m or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I didn't notice, of course I walked straight. Then when I reach, my head was like.. at his stomach or something (no I'm not short! He's a giant!). I was like, going to bang him already then I don't know what to do so I screamed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY LOUD.&lt;/strong&gt; I screamed my head off okay!! Everyone turn around and stare. And he looked quite pissed off because the people must be thinking he molested me or something. Oops? I was shocked by how loud I screamed also. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Shing was mad laughing at me -.- Okay at least she warned me that I was going to bang someone. What is wrong with me ah?!!? Why I like that also can scream so loud o.O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My nails and agaragar in food court!! Matchy-matchy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRrgXT_PAnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OLJxLJdYbkU/s1600-h/Photo774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267769405270327922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRrgXT_PAnI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OLJxLJdYbkU/s400/Photo774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So purple o.o I seriously can't be bothered to remove the nail polish now. I only want to play auditionsea. After shopping and all, we went to Shing's house. And I played audi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We did stupid things and used the computer till my dad came and sent me home. The end of a brilliant day~~ Sorry I think this post is quite undetailed &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I suddenly love otah!! (i know its unrelated :D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-7831506340707758206?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/7831506340707758206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=7831506340707758206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7831506340707758206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7831506340707758206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/yoyoyo.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRrh4BuEUII/AAAAAAAAAfg/_fJWYFjmXa8/s72-c/YP+and+I.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5021465932504997080</id><published>2008-11-11T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:29:29.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all, today I feel bored and I'm going to post about something that happened ages ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe you already know this prank, maybe you don't. It is to put wasabi into Collon (a type of snack) and make your friend eat the collon, thinking that there is no wasabi in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then they'll scream cause it tastes horrible and sometimes the wasabi is really hot. Trust me, I've done it before and the results were pretty interesting ^.^ (I am so not sadistic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, buy Collon, any flavour you like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267387493814755842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRmFBI8p4gI/AAAAAAAAAe4/WkrfjAnZi3o/s400/Photo196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, get Wasabi ^.^ :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267387497626088658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRmFBXJWNNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/qsuLH4JCB1o/s400/Photo194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The one in tubes works best, like this one I've got. I think you should just get this brand :D Next, get things like toothpicks, chopsticks (not wooden), and bread knives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1: Push out the strawberry filling or whatever filling in the Collon, push out only half or 3/4. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2: Squeeze in Wasabi into the Collon, leaving some space in it to put back the strawberry filling (in my case). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3: Cover up the Wasabi with strawberry on both sides, neatly.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Done!!! I know my explanation sucked, so why not look at the video of Claudia, Elizabeth and I making them:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7885045f332cf476" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7885045f332cf476%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330365340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF033AE7DE2BCB4163A66E7FF1DF17226777E013.6F52BA3A30D282380D066474F46BE4BBB90FE1F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7885045f332cf476%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcj4aB4BPoGNMVm9uKKWjehhuHAw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7885045f332cf476%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330365340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF033AE7DE2BCB4163A66E7FF1DF17226777E013.6F52BA3A30D282380D066474F46BE4BBB90FE1F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7885045f332cf476%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcj4aB4BPoGNMVm9uKKWjehhuHAw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After making them, please pack them nicely in a box or something to make them look more appetizing. There was one person we tricked who stuffed the whole thing into her mouth and ended up tearing, I'm so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I myself tried one too, stupidly. It taste totally terrible but Eunice (who willing tried it) thinks its nice. Wow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: I am not encouraging anyone to do it here btw. Don't blame me if anything happens to your friend. I don't have any health guarantee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5021465932504997080?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7885045f332cf476&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5021465932504997080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5021465932504997080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5021465932504997080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5021465932504997080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/pranking-others-oo.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRmFBI8p4gI/AAAAAAAAAe4/WkrfjAnZi3o/s72-c/Photo196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-2724783230171033577</id><published>2008-11-10T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:26:12.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha i hacked it</title><content type='html'>tadda im lizzi and i hacked the account. who am i kidding. evonne just gforgot to sign off so im gonna post the unposted pics ;P  LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/evonne.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made that for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOSIAC GLASS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/GlassMosiac2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/GlassMosiac1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/GlasMosiac3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING WIF NAIL POLISH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/mani4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/mani3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/mani2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/mani1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to my point that evonne wasted 20 bucks on a purple mani that she has to remove cuz of school whereas i paid 25 for a longer lasting pedi@@ LOSER&lt;br /&gt;EVONNES SLEEPING ON MY BED&gt; ZOMG. bye!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lizzi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-2724783230171033577?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/2724783230171033577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=2724783230171033577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2724783230171033577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2724783230171033577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/hahaha-i-hacked-it.html' title='Hahaha i hacked it'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-2679097004069957146</id><published>2008-11-10T17:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:56:43.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation party</title><content type='html'>I am so damn depressed today. But nvm here are the pictures at the graduation party before I start complaining. At the cafe behind school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266961690396470610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRgBwHmsLVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MJ9VXK0ZicE/s400/P1050792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266961696585593170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRgBweqSsVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/cDbljpBnrYs/s400/P1050831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Tan on the motorbike entering the hall !!!!! (refer to yesterday's post if you don't get me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266964120124820114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRgD9jDEipI/AAAAAAAAAeI/T8f8gEZ4qVY/s400/P1050894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riding a bike in heels, wow!! Next, Elizabeth and I in the hall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266967118819370962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRgGsGDkJ9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/QvOAbmjH5LY/s400/P1050914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sausages, they totally rocked!! I can kill a fish for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266959207894868306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRf_fnkL4VI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IcdAEcpLE6g/s400/P1050937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266959217093870338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRf_gJ1ZgwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/QOvEZEE9cFs/s400/P1050940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sushi now:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266961684043166930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRgBvv78dNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/g_EOtcnFsDY/s400/P1050921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me eating sushi:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266961676198013634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRgBvStg6sI/AAAAAAAAAdg/LTzqbEMsP1U/s400/P1050924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end, we were given a bracelet and a stone to write our names and ambition:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266965597552512658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRgFTi5SDpI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/L6oyyy_djwk/s400/P1050978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stone with my name (didn't write ambition xD)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266965608976924242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRgFUNdEvlI/AAAAAAAAAeY/oqYYVRioH6E/s400/P1050990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for graduation! Brownie pictures can come tomorrow (I'm currently munching on one haha).&lt;strong&gt; Complain time!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today Lizzi and I went to Bukit Panjang Plaza and bought random accessories. Lizzi wanted a pedicure, we went to the mani/pedi shop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lizzi asked me to go for a mani, I refused. I asked her to go alone and promised to be in the shop all the time. She did not want to, she wanted me to go with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went up and down the escalators for 3 times before I finally gave in to her and her stupid nonsensical reasoning. She said I must 'pamper' myself once in awhile -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went in and I stupidly thought that she would keep her promised of being $2.50 of my manicure. I chose an ugly colour. It was more expensive than I thought it would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yo, they gave me express manicure. The only difference is that they put cream on your hand to.. make it smell nicer?!?!?! So it costs $10 more. SAVE MY WALLET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267286874871265634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRkpgWLHeWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/OC6rZfCByGE/s400/Photo762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lizzi hates her nail colours too. She keeps complaining. I even borrowed money from Lizzi what the heck. After that, she ruined my nail by scratching it and sticking her sharp fingernail into mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How evil is that?!?!?!!?! I bloody took a picture of that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lizzi, you're the first person to do that!!!!!!!!!! Congratulations -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267287015970922386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRkpojz5X5I/AAAAAAAAAew/-QRtQD_cHVM/s400/Photo760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More importantly, I still have school. How do you expect me to go to school in nail polish?!! Conclusion: I wasted so much money on ugly nail polish that is only going to last for one day. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! @#%^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-2679097004069957146?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/2679097004069957146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=2679097004069957146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2679097004069957146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2679097004069957146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-damn-depressed-today.html' title='Graduation party'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRgBwHmsLVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MJ9VXK0ZicE/s72-c/P1050792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-2123353008066126738</id><published>2008-11-09T22:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:27:31.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am finally a Raffles Girls Primary School graduant (is there such a word?)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266669761187998562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRb4Pmjm62I/AAAAAAAAAcY/uUTA3CAi-5M/s400/Photo756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I haven't received the photo of me receiving the certificate from Ms Tan (the principal) yet. Btw I waited for so so long before I received the certificate.. We sat there for hours. Poor photographer, have to take picture of so many girls and stand for so long!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After the formal ceremony, we had a 3 hour 15 minute break to go out of school to eat lunch with our friends or something. The initial plan to go to takashimaya was cancelled and we went to that cafe behind school to eat after we changed into our own clothes (they all said I was indecent ._.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I ate a lot!! Spaghetti, soup, potato wedges, gelato. Very full after that. Then Eunice Bella Elizabeth and I went back to school and lazed around in the dance studio (because there was aircon). It was super fun because there was a rollerchair thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Elizabeth aka Lizzi was sitting on it so I pushed her really quickly then she screamed cause she thought she was going to bang the wall. Very fun!! Bella kept asking us to shut up cause she was scared that we would be caught (we won't allowed there).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After watching Bella's group rehearsing their dance, we left for the hall. We makan-ed first! The food was damn unhealthy but tasty. By the way, &lt;strong&gt;Ms Tan (the principal) entered the hall in a motorbike!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that!! Someone drove her in, of course. I also want!! She looked so.... ahh i can't find the correct word. But it was so grand! There was also these balloons tied up at the top of the hall: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266674910418718642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRb87U74T7I/AAAAAAAAAc4/LW5-d4xiNsc/s400/Photo745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Someone let them go later on and they flew everywhere and then everyone started popping the balloons (there were paper slips with inspiring messages printed on it inside the balloons o.o) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Digress~~ I shall list the food they had, Muffins, sushi, sausages, cotton candy, nachos, ice cream, drinks, curry puff, pastries, fishball on stick, etc. The muffins were damn cute! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266673316176831042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRb7eh6_okI/AAAAAAAAAcw/emGkVdQwYNw/s400/Photo747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice huh? Elizabeth with muffin in front of the fan:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266671060101070002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRb5bNYnfLI/AAAAAAAAAco/KYE67fB9ywY/s400/Photo748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way, no pictures of me today because Elizabeth is now watching 007 and has no time to upload the photos in her camera. Random picture of Eunice:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266671054153413986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRb5a3OldWI/AAAAAAAAAcg/xrKnsdNmYcs/s400/Photo752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She refused to take off her half jacket or should I say 'pointless jacket', quote Tamisha and Jiawen. She was wearing a halter neck (bare back!!). Wow.. She smsed me in the morning and woke me up because she wanted to know what she should wear. Thank God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way, I was very late. And instead of rushing, my dad purposely dragged for 5 minutes before leaving the house. We left the house at 8.15, that was the time I was supposed to reach school. When I asked my dad to speed up, he drove at 50km/h. His usual is 70km/h-90km/h.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was so pissed!! He somore gave me a whole lecture about not rushing and enjoying the nice scenery (I DON'T SEE ANY NICE SCENERY). And he carried on to saying more haste less speed and then he anyhow link link link to other things like being early -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I reached school at 8.30am, thankfully they were still in class. Back to the party. It lasted till 5.30pm! Elizabeth, Eunice and I kept chatting and eating. Tamisha Tan and Pek Jia Wen kept throwing crumpled paper balls into our ice cream and I was so mad at them!! $^&amp;amp;%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the end we all had a heck load of fun (I guess). I gotta go now~ More pictures gona be uploaded tomorrow (If lizzi sends them to me). Cya! ^.^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-2123353008066126738?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/2123353008066126738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=2123353008066126738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2123353008066126738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2123353008066126738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRb4Pmjm62I/AAAAAAAAAcY/uUTA3CAi-5M/s72-c/Photo756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3572856983274293251</id><published>2008-11-08T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:55:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I'm supposed to talk about today's graduation party or yesterday's brownies.. But I would like to post a few pictures of what happened in school yesterday first ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Title.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/Title.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last but not least, me, I don't know how/when Elizabeth managed to take this picture, but she just did: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;YES I BROKE 6 NAILS. I totally give up on this 'batch' of nails. The nail I broke yesterday was the pinky one.. Sobsob.. It was slightly longer than 1cm! Okay I shall stop complaining. At least now I can play piano properly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday's brownies' pictures aren't up yet. But there is one picture of me with this really cute guy who has slightly brownish hair and he doesn't wear spectacles!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MissOhSoStudious.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w330/6pqr08/MissOhSoStudious.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seriously, I bet you all were thinking wrong right?! Haha it was Elizabeth's little brother (Don't think too much, he's a baby for goodness sake) :D Graduation post shall come tomorrow!! Byebye all~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3572856983274293251?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3572856983274293251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3572856983274293251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3572856983274293251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3572856983274293251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-8887476865047304685</id><published>2008-11-07T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:52:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzi and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I went to lizzi's house and then I suddenly remembered what happened yesterday when I went to the school's haunted house. I bought ultimate hour, the scariest one. It was pitch black except for a few glow-in-the-dark things. So you can't really see where you're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I clung onto HengHwee (who very suay stand in front of me). I screamed right into her ear for more than 10 times. And then when I see something scary I would clutch her so tightly my nails dug into her. And then I very scared so I kept stepping onto her shoes by accident. Ahh poor her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:D I bet she will never ever enter a haunted house with me ever again. Today I went to Lizzi's house after piano lesson. No wait we met at coffee bean. I immediately recognized her because of her espirit slippers. We went shopping for ingredients to bake brownies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gona talk bout the brownies tomorrow :D If I have time, because tomorrow is graduation party... What to wear?! I'm wearing contact lens by the way, I'm saying it now to give you 'xin li zhun bei'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I helped Lizzi to choose her clothes by the way, she had this PINK espirit shirt that was too small for her so she let me try it and wear it home. By the way, I would like to tell you people something shocking, &lt;strong&gt;I have no pink clothes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265926796926284914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRRUhZAAdHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/o0-vhdWumPE/s400/Photo743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The shirt very nice right!!! The picture quite blur sorry. Okay I leveled up in auditionsea again, but I'm still really noob. Today I played fake audi with Tamisha, Lizzi, and Pau. I won! By soo much, although they all disturbed me. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay back to topic, today after baking brownies, Lizzi and I went to eat ramen. How come everytime I order spicy ramen the spicyness is more than expected?! It's so wrong. I loved their tofu. I got drunk on their green tea by the way! I drank so much so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was addicted to it, it was hot by the way. I even spilt some while drinking. My parents came to fetch me at 8+ and I reached home at 9! ^.^ Btw, I want to keep Lizzi's pink shirt, can I just don't return her....? )=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p/s: I still haven't decide what to wear for tomorrow!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-8887476865047304685?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/8887476865047304685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=8887476865047304685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8887476865047304685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8887476865047304685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/lizzi-and-me.html' title='Lizzi and me'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRRUhZAAdHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/o0-vhdWumPE/s72-c/Photo743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5651228389505951476</id><published>2008-11-06T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:37:37.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass mosiac (short post)</title><content type='html'>My piece of work ^.^ : &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265552530486247890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRMAIN3KwdI/AAAAAAAAAcA/pnSBFKVkrn0/s400/Photo731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah I think the glass looks more like paper because my glass pieces are actually quite small. I mean, compare mine to Yan Tong's: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265552535635939106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRMAIhC8zyI/AAAAAAAAAcI/uOFPmUFtLrQ/s400/Photo732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See how glass-ish hers is?! But unfortunately can see the pen marks underneath the yellow glass. It looks like those crosses on churches... Pretty~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But mine should be quite nice already, considering the number of compliments I received (for once). Because the rest of them they stick glasses of different sizes and I'm quoting the instructor, "you must always be systematic and consistent."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so proud of myself for the first time, in art =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5651228389505951476?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5651228389505951476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5651228389505951476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5651228389505951476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5651228389505951476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/glass-mosiac-short-post.html' title='Glass mosiac (short post)'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRMAIN3KwdI/AAAAAAAAAcA/pnSBFKVkrn0/s72-c/Photo731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5819701621155197466</id><published>2008-11-05T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:16:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band (refer to later part of post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today in school we did glass mosiac. I was pretty reluctant to do it at first but I guess I got addicted to it after awhile. Cause the glass was so pretty :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bella helped me quite a lot, but she also made a lot of glass pieces fly at me.. I followed the template they gave haha, so unoriginal yea.. It was a flower.. =D Pretty~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bella did a spiral with black and white and then used blue glass to surround it and then for the background she used mirror glass, so that she can look at herself in her glass mosiac. Vaiiin. But wait, who isn't vain? You? I seriously doubt so.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we had to watch a video for the 'growing years' thing. It's really lame and stupid, about a guy flashing to a little boy then the boy scream and run away and then his dad called the police. The acting was lousy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we watched a movie! I think it's called drumline. It's very nice!! Amazingly we get to watch it because I'm sure I heard 'fuck' in it somewhere. And it's full of swear words from the black americans. The way they speak is kind of funny..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's about this guy called Devon then he got recruited into the band A&amp;amp;T and then he was really ego and had no respect for the conductor (who was actually very fierce and likes scolding people). The conductor really reminds me of my old band conductor.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comparison:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conductor from show:&lt;/strong&gt; Y'all are not drummers. Y'all are useless crabs who know nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My old conductor: &lt;/strong&gt;You guys are useless thrash who know nothing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very similar right?! Yes and then both of them always swear also. I think I learnt bloody hell and other things from my old band conductor. He was also as bad tempered as the one from the show! But they conduct really well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you have to say 'Yes Sir!' really loudly after he says something. If it's too soft he'll say "DO YOU HEAR ME?!" and then you must say Yes sir. Ahh.. those were the days.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember once I accidentally left my flute on the chair in the wrong position, he screamed at me. Scream as in really loudly I can go deaf. I think he said something along this line, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WHAT IS THAT? WHAT? YOU CAN'T EVEN PLACE YOUR FLUTE PROPERLY? THEN WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE HUH? BLOODY HELL. YOU BETTER ...... (blablabla)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was freaking scared. Yeah and of course I had to apologise. So I was like, "I'm so sorry, Sir." &gt;.&lt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that, he apologised for freaking me out o.o "I'm sorry if I scared you just now, but I just want you to know that.. blablabla" &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahas he sometimes treat us all to drinks. I think he's the best band conductor out of the 3 that were conducting us before that. I learnt the most under him.. ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suddenly have an urge to quit table tennis and join back band. Oh by the way my conductor was a malay and I think he's younger than 20 that time?!?! Or 20+. I'm gona end my post now, yes, it's very abrupt I guess =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5819701621155197466?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5819701621155197466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5819701621155197466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5819701621155197466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5819701621155197466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/band-refer-to-later-part-of-post.html' title='Band (refer to later part of post)'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-1289967690853558707</id><published>2008-11-04T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:30:25.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently my tagboard has became such a popular place for argueing.. Wow.. Anyway, this post is going to be very very short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) I am going to change my blogskin soon, hope you like the new one, it is uniquely mine and Claudia's of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) My online scrapbook thing? It looks good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264805520855564082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRBYuiIcfzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bf6kLU0HZ7U/s400/Evonen+scrapbook.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The words below are, "Sentosa - Our getaway. Like real" The to do list isnt very accurate but I guess it's okay :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sure, I know what you're thinking, "Evonne's too stupid to do this! Who did this then?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is..... &lt;strong&gt;Lizzi&lt;/strong&gt;! Her note, which she forced me to put on: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264806730014009266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRBZ06mSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/SlSwR8IyzHc/s400/lizzi+scrapbook.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She wants me to convince you guys that she is really fat. The truth is that she is not. She just thinks she's fat because she just ate KFC. So ignore the fat lizzi part :D Thank you~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: Thank you Lizzi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-1289967690853558707?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/1289967690853558707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=1289967690853558707' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1289967690853558707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1289967690853558707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/recently-my-tagboard-has-became-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SRBYuiIcfzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bf6kLU0HZ7U/s72-c/Evonen+scrapbook.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-9156057887259415175</id><published>2008-11-03T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:26:39.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape theme park</title><content type='html'>Escape theme park!! I've long wanted to go there! Yesterday I realized Jocelyne was going there with her friends so I tagged along :D After church we took MRT to Pasir Ris station with Amanda, the ride was super super long!! &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we reached, after 1 and a half hours or so, it started raining! Heck! Then Amanda shared umbrella with me, I tell you she kept tugging onto my umbrella T-T I got very wet, luckily the rain was not that big yet. Jocelyne so nice, helped someone in the MRT (I think she was helping?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264395995680899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQ7kRB-MgSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/l3lBxC3lYy8/s400/Photo712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay after we reached that place, Amanda kept playing with my umbrella and swinging it all around and the water kept splashing at me and  then she put it in the rain to make it wet again. Heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264395997934832338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQ7kRKXkytI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/j1Ce5q_hlLI/s400/Photo714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone still want disturb me!!! See the umbrella! Ya on the way she was complaining that there was too much water in her socks and she went to take out her socks and shoes ._. Then she used one sock to slap my arm omg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So suay.. We went there then started raining.. But we still bought entry ticket and went into the theme park because Anthea, Natasha and Nadia were there. Anthea and Natasha's hair are super chio &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;First we went to the haunted house, Amanda, me and Jocelyne went in only because the rest were too scared. We kept screaming inside and forced that guide to escort us and stand in front of us. We screamed all the way!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that the rain stopped so we went to queue up at Wet and Wild, because we thought that it would be the first to resume operations. We were so wrong, invertor and the rest already can seat ler then stupid wet and wild cannot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The worst part is, we queued up till it started raining, again. I even bought Poncho!! Wasted money again. While queueing I took a picture of the invertor/inverter:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264396000910411474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQ7kRVdAhtI/AAAAAAAAAbg/32zkAtP74WY/s400/Photo718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since it rained again we went to the haunted house again, this time all 6 of us. The moment we entered 5 of them started screaming so I freaked out and screamed as well. i walked like.. 10 steps (they pushed me in front) and then I stopped because I was scared. Amanda was beside me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then we saw a &lt;strong&gt;white figure with white painted face and scary eyes&lt;/strong&gt; walk towards us with his/her hands reaching out!! Amanda and I screamed and ran like mad, towards the rest, then they saw and they also screamed and ran. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We ran for less than 5 seconds then dead end already. We all hid behind the guide person and squeezed and tried to go behind each other and push one another in front (Duh, we were screaming all the time) That guide was so freaky laughing at us. Damn damn damn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We begged him to open the door and let us out. He agreed. We ran out, screaming. Everyone stared at us. We ignored them. Some people backed out of the queue :D I think we're one of the few people to exit from the entrance. Anthea scared until cry o__o &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Come to think of it it's very funny hor. I left early to go somewhere and then the rest stayed there, which means that I took 0 rides!! They stayed till the rain stopped then they sat so many rides. So unfair! I also want! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nevermind, I shall go back one day :D One sunny and bright day! Wait no, clouds (white ones) are nice. One cloudy and bright day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-9156057887259415175?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/9156057887259415175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=9156057887259415175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/9156057887259415175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/9156057887259415175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/escape-theme-park.html' title='Escape theme park'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQ7kRB-MgSI/AAAAAAAAAbY/l3lBxC3lYy8/s72-c/Photo712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-4514141607283182144</id><published>2008-11-02T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:24:57.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahh I didn't post on Friday and Saturday right? (It's 12am Sunday now) On Friday it was because I reached home late and fell asleep straight away after going to the Asian Civilization Museum for that halloween thing. Saturday was because I played auditionsea the whole day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shing came over to my house at about 5pm and then we kept choosing clothes and using the computer to scold people, all the way until 7.30pm! Then we left for the museum/musuem. We were greeted by the people who wore ghost costumes. Not-that-scary. A picture of two costume ppl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263723545219337522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQyArQyojTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PSEldKmySgU/s400/Photo691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One was supposedly Dr Jekyll (however you spell it). If you want to know more about Dr Jekyll, click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Strange_Case_of_Dr_Jekyll_and_Mr_Hyde"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Strange_Case_of_Dr_Jekyll_and_Mr_Hyde&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shing in the museum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263723529368052482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQyAqVvZIwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/oPGFncM1E-Y/s400/Photo695.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted a little with the 'ghosts'. And we saw a ghost tripping because someone stepped on his costume (the back of it was really long and it was dragging on the floor). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There was one female ghost with really long nails and we went to ask her if they were fake and obviously the answer is yes. I feel smart!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At first when I went into the museum I was super freaked out because 4,5 ghosts suddenly surrounded me and then I turn everywhere also got a freaky face, and they kept walking towards me. Shing just put her hand in their faces and start waving ._. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, my brother was hired to dress up as a joker. He painted his face white to look like a joker. He came home at about 2am and when I was sleeping he went to scare me with his white face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More pictures of him and the other ghosts can be found on his blog - &lt;a href="http://www.amosatlantis.com/fright-night-asian-civilisations-museum/"&gt;http://www.amosatlantis.com/fright-night-asian-civilisations-museum/&lt;/a&gt; :D Enjoy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-4514141607283182144?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/4514141607283182144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=4514141607283182144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4514141607283182144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4514141607283182144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQyArQyojTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PSEldKmySgU/s72-c/Photo691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5074882965394900362</id><published>2008-10-30T17:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:16:27.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa trip (part 2 :D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sentosa ~~ So on Tuesday we went to play on the beach and then Claudia and Eunice went to write a lot of crap about me on the sand and took pictures of it, I am so not posting it. After that we went back to have some briefing which was not brief at all! Pun unintended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 'tourguide' brought us to the Underwater World and explained to us the different things about the fishes. I learnt a super astonishing fact about anemone fishes (aka clown fishes i think). Read this!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262888194765742002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQmI7d2b37I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/mQN_wPDMqtY/s400/Photo668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see that?!! They say that the bloody fish can change sex omg why so funny one. After that we had to do a quiz and Claudia and Kirsten ran all around while me, Claire and Bella were slacking. So Bella wanted to cheat and stuffed a $10 note into the machine and realized that it swallowed her money then she didn't scream and decided to leave it alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After 5 minutes, she suddenly hit me 10 times straight really hard on my shoulder. Why I so stupid go and stand beside her. -.-" She got it (the money) back in the end cause she asked the guide for it. Okay after supper we went to bathe, and me, Claudia and Bella were the first the bathe! Thank God! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We 3 kept dropping things on the floor and so our clothes all got wet and then we kept screaming in the toilet. We took around &lt;strong&gt;30 minutes to bathe&lt;/strong&gt;, lucky us! The pupils outside were so angry *mwahahahhaa* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;By the way we slept in the Underwater World, under the fishes, which is kind of freaky. Because I was standing beside the aquarium and didn't realize that the dugong(seacow) swam beside me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I turned around I saw the fat dugong staring at me and I totally screamed!! So scary! &lt;strong&gt;Dugongs are such stalkers. &lt;/strong&gt;By the way this is what we probably see when we're lying on our sleeping bags:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262898314528542370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQmSIg55zqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dQBVG6sQjKE/s400/Photo676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kind of pretty, if not for the dugong which was actually quite nice lah, because it kept smiling, or maybe the mouth shape was just like that. I didn't sleep in the tunnel because not enough space for me Claudia Eunice Elizabeth Shamen Joanne and Bella to sleep in, so we slept at the entrance, which was the coldest part of the whole place!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At first it seemed warm, and I was even wearing shorts when they say wear long pants. The temperature was around 14 degrees?! Holy shittingly cold okay. We were sleeping beside the Jellyfish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The people beside me except for Bella did not sleep at all and were super noisy. And people from the tunnel kept running around talking, affecting my sleep. Thier excuse: Oh I thought you were sleeping soundly you couldn't hear me. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next day we could go anywhere we wanted so long as it was inside the Underwater World. I was bored and so I took one poker card and placed it right on the edge of the water in the touchpool (a place where ppl are allowed to touch the fishes inside).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A 'friendly' archerfish came and started looking at the card (or me?). I thought it thought that the card was food and wanted to sniff it or something. Then it suddenly spit water through its mouth at me!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Like fountain like that! So freaky! Then it looked mockingly at me! I am so not lying. Then my jacket got all wet with its saliva (ewwwwww). Stupid fish, I wanted to take it and throw it out of the water ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that we went to the dolphin lagoon where I wasted a lot of money because I paid for touching the dolphins but did not in the end D= they were pink dolphins!! The trip was a little wasted I must say because I spent the whole time wishing I were home. Random pictures taken at the Underwater World and Sentonsa beach:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262901704505034818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQmVN1jSCEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/cYm4lYFtxwE/s400/Photo664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice and Elizabeth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262901694477553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQmVNQMi0OI/AAAAAAAAAag/MKeRt3amRoQ/s400/Photo663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seahorses! Kimberly said in the middle of the night that they go "neigghhheheheheheh" or something. So long as she was indirectly laughing at me D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262901699918168290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQmVNkdsAOI/AAAAAAAAAao/-VBLLYz1BCA/s400/Photo665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolphin lagoon(no dolphins can be seen though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262902804320688866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQmWN2rxGuI/AAAAAAAAAa4/qXrRvCrAGJo/s400/Photo682.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! Okay btw just a few things that happened today - Claudia left and I'm veryvery sad.. Sobsob.. Next, Elizabeth said I miss Claudia and she was like, "youmissClaudia" which became "youmiss" which became "eumiss" which sounds like Eunice!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I went to Bugis and bought my brother something (he paid me to do it) then went to buy clothes and ear studs. Just realized how cheap the taxi fare from school to Bugis is !! :D Okay I gotta go now.. Bye~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is halloween!! (that was random) Cya~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5074882965394900362?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5074882965394900362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5074882965394900362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5074882965394900362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5074882965394900362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/sentosa-trip-part-2-d.html' title='Sentosa trip (part 2 :D)'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQmI7d2b37I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/mQN_wPDMqtY/s72-c/Photo668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-8740412988240301717</id><published>2008-10-29T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:14:55.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;BYEE... I won't post for about 1 month not that I post much in the first place. Bye. Bye.Bye. Bye.BYEEEEEEEEEEEE~!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-claudia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262594209886823874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQh9jS1U5cI/AAAAAAAAAaI/od1dzSsJ0iU/s400/funny+stone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, this is just a ridiculously lame but funny picture a friend sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay my last bye. (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-8740412988240301717?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/8740412988240301717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=8740412988240301717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8740412988240301717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8740412988240301717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/byee.html' title=''/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQh9jS1U5cI/AAAAAAAAAaI/od1dzSsJ0iU/s72-c/funny+stone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3016841947163444365</id><published>2008-10-29T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:10:14.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa trip (part 1 :D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's start from yesterday in school. I managed to finish packing my belongings, and managed to stuff all my clothes, my towel and also my sleeping bag into my school bag! *sense of accomplishment* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay so in school Claudia and Eunice and Shamen was talking in this freaky voice, and they were pretending to be jokers (I dislike jokers, they are evil). They started talking very sweetly and had this evil smile and no matter what I did they just kept doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I found the Joker card (from poker) on my seat and everywhere I go! Very scary. All their fault, then Claudia my evil twin even drew this joker which I shredded:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262567697867028082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQhlcF3PNnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZDDjHiPk6MM/s400/Photo633.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can you see the words at the side?! "We will always be there for you, watching...." I kept turning around to look if for shadows or anything scary. Crap. After that they said a lot of crap and drew a lot of junk and kept trying to freak me out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally school was over, I went to the cafe-like place behind school with Lizzi, Eunice, Claudia, Joanne, Shamen and Bella (who came later). We ate a lot a lot because we stayed in there for 2 hours plus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bella treated me to ice cream and soup then I treated them all to Wedges (which was super yummy). After eating we went back to school and went to the Cousellor's room (I don't know how to spell it) to eat pancake. We remembered so many hilarious things we did there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that we left for Sentosa! The sand was kind of irritating, why must we wear long pants to the beach?! It doesn't make sense at all! Claudia and I:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262576935752615074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQht1zqyxKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/nrtzi_QjX5I/s400/Photo662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That place was quite high! I think there was once I almost fell, super scary! And then there was this 5-year-old boy climbing up (okay la maybe not 5 years old), why he so pro one?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm very tired now so I'm going to continue this sentosa thing tomorrow :D Btw I pierced my ear today (again) *mwahahhahahahaa* My twin pierced too, and someone else. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3016841947163444365?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3016841947163444365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3016841947163444365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3016841947163444365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3016841947163444365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/sentosa-trip-part-1-d.html' title='Sentosa trip (part 1 :D)'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQhlcF3PNnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZDDjHiPk6MM/s72-c/Photo633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-4146496980034324980</id><published>2008-10-27T22:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:52:23.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you =D</title><content type='html'>Hi all~ It's Evonne here again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd like to ask all of you 6P/Q/R people to buy &lt;strong&gt;red velvet muffins&lt;/strong&gt; from Claudia's sister (no pics sorry), because she's in need of money. They are really really yummy and they cost only &lt;strong&gt;$1.20&lt;/strong&gt;! That is quite cheap considering the size of the muffins and they are hard to make too. Please help her =D Red velvet muffins look like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261842916486523330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQXSQQ0VqcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/d-sKCY9LpVM/s400/Red+velvet+muffin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very nice!! Those interested can email Claudia or me, our emails are at the side. Please email by tonight. Otherwise you can sms me or Claudia(if you have our number)! You must sms by tomorrow night by the way, please decide quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next - Kai Shing has just opened a new blogshop with Angel! Please visit thier blogshop @ &lt;a href="http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shoppoh-loves.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Their prices are reasonable and if you're my classmate I think I can save you the transportation fees by collecting your items for you &lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm free&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's all for today =D Thank you very much~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: I will not be blogging tomorrow and possibly the day after because I'm going for overnight stay at Sentosa! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-4146496980034324980?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/4146496980034324980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=4146496980034324980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4146496980034324980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4146496980034324980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-d.html' title='Thank you =D'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQXSQQ0VqcI/AAAAAAAAAZw/d-sKCY9LpVM/s72-c/Red+velvet+muffin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-2352224080896722520</id><published>2008-10-26T17:34:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:54:54.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serawak</title><content type='html'>I(Claudia) finally got back from Serawak! and I totally did not receive Evonne's calls! Its actually only a 3 day trip so there wasnt much. Woke up on thurs at 4.45 then rushed to airport then went on plane~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting next to Elizabeth and since her ear always hurts she ate a whole lot of fruit plus provided by Sabrina in front of us. Then we dumped all the wrappers into this bag and we planned to give it to Evonne as a souvenir [yes, I know, we are damn nice].....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway i threw it away cause i was too lazy to carry it. Then after reaching we went to some weird place. I forgot the name and ate lunch before taking pictures at the river..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQROaN38HKI/AAAAAAAAAZo/y6BjdYC9L3E/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261416476983434402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQROaN38HKI/AAAAAAAAAZo/y6BjdYC9L3E/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheong [hui shyuan] ...taking pictures? There are more by the river but its all places, quite boring so i shall not bother posting. Later we went on to the bus where me and shamen gave joanne a MAKEOVER! Haha she probably hated us for that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQROLmU-INI/AAAAAAAAAZg/DZlWEaNyvhk/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261416225849614546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQROLmU-INI/AAAAAAAAAZg/DZlWEaNyvhk/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I did this side. Pretty ugly but her hair was too short to braid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQROLisVSTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/P5H7hPkc-hQ/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261416224873859378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQROLisVSTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/P5H7hPkc-hQ/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne feeling tortured..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRM16xtTcI/AAAAAAAAAY4/TdqRF3nGLPk/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261414753870106050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRM16xtTcI/AAAAAAAAAY4/TdqRF3nGLPk/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TADAAAA!! Look at our great hairdressing skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRM1W45bVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qyUMb-D9aRg/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261414744236584274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRM1W45bVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qyUMb-D9aRg/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I realised I missed this one from the river. its stupid. Me Daniella and Wan Ling trying to take pictures of each other. Joanne in the background taken by accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway after the river trip and lunch we went to this smalls stuffy hut to learn like crafts or something. not exactly the right word but we did some bamboo weaving :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Elizabeth was the fastest but the woman took her piece to cut it so after that shamen and me caught up with her! I was only doing so that I could do more rows than shamen. We ended up with about the same but I guess I did more because at the start the woman helped us to a few rows and she did more for shamen!! =D Go me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRMgkyT4rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_y81oOVllHs/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261414387189801650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRMgkyT4rI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_y81oOVllHs/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in that hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRMgcYC4VI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pWkAG9USS7k/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261414384932151634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRMgcYC4VI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pWkAG9USS7k/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another something.. well weaving wool but we didnt do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRMgU7LhlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HTQoRQnxHkY/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261414382932035154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRMgU7LhlI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HTQoRQnxHkY/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Err I dont know whats this but its somehting in the hut. I hate that hut because theres this souvenir shop and you have no idea how freaking long we had to wait in the queue and the thing is it wasnt even long! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took half and hour before I finally quit and I told fanjin who was behind me if she helped me buy I would get out of the queue and she did! hehe. and the stuff were expensive.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRLv02xFKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/k8UJGShB-wE/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261413549689869474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRLv02xFKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/k8UJGShB-wE/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the bus. Shamen and Joanne fighting for my book [&lt;em&gt;Snakehead&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRLvUhvc9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zP-G1aTGB08/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261413541011747794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRLvUhvc9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zP-G1aTGB08/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was in the shop. Cant seem to move this picture up. Elizabeth posing for me! She is like one of the very few people who would pose for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRLvHRhhBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OVuQDfzbb_k/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261413537454064658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQRLvHRhhBI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OVuQDfzbb_k/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cant move this one. This was in the hut when we were doing the weaving. Then we went to a museum but they didnt allow cameras but it was quite fun playing in there =D but some stuff were freaky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They even put skulls in there cuz the tribal people keep skulls and go around with nothing! obscene~ Later we went to a food court to eat.. The food kinda sucked because they soaked the chicken in lemon sauce and the place is seriously unhygenic.. We all got stomaches at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spat out the squid cuz I couldnt chew it with my braces but only shamen saw. Thank God. Finally we went back to the hotel but before going to our rooms we had to go to some room where our tourguide made us learn how to put on sarongs! arghh. Horrible experience la. Then that sick tourguides started talking about tribal people and saying some stuff really sickly which I wont elaborate on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hotel room was a disappointment for 5 stars and we had to squeeze 7 people into 2 rooms. Well it wasnt so bad I guess. The water was VERY COLD! okay maybe that was because I had the knob turned to the right instead of left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we played cards and crapped around but again there are no pictures because I didnt want to waste my memory space. I shall post a video I took on the second day.. its taking a really long time to load.. Meanwhile im in a huge fight with my sis. 18M.. 3 more to go! okay finished all 21M but now still got processing? :( what the heeeell.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg ITS DONE! Well that should be all. As for day 2 gotta wait for lizzi to send me cuz my camera ran out of bat on that day. Video of the hotel/apartment thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38bfdd071dea24de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38bfdd071dea24de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330365340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FADA5AE2C0428FCA804CE5FE6FFF570F3FD19A7.536A55C8227C64255FC6FC5EC7D34A8EAFA9DD43%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38bfdd071dea24de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDjhJAu6_caWRfJWYMWQeSZtajbw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38bfdd071dea24de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330365340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FADA5AE2C0428FCA804CE5FE6FFF570F3FD19A7.536A55C8227C64255FC6FC5EC7D34A8EAFA9DD43%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38bfdd071dea24de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDjhJAu6_caWRfJWYMWQeSZtajbw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-2352224080896722520?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=38bfdd071dea24de&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' title='Serawak'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=38bfdd071dea24de&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/2352224080896722520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=2352224080896722520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2352224080896722520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2352224080896722520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-ugly-hotel-room.html' title='Serawak'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQROaN38HKI/AAAAAAAAAZo/y6BjdYC9L3E/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-5507983201615775981</id><published>2008-10-25T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:02:57.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heyo.. Today sucks, totally. Okay I shan't continue to elaborate on how it sucked, after all, who likes to listen to people complaining? I was forced to go to a park and then I didn't walk but I was just sitting there enjoying the sunset and also the reflection of the sunset in the reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brother was so funny! He claimed to be able to jump over a 2m? barrier. Here's how he did it :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-559e4fc40d38049e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D559e4fc40d38049e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330365340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46CCB812F0DF30C2A39EE41198FD6640B2145DB0.4B63FD735E76D79F2E9F2DD1DECB45E6C7C6AAE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D559e4fc40d38049e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO36f0FdU7MlbUzlKbkM-Bm8QVU4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D559e4fc40d38049e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330365340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D46CCB812F0DF30C2A39EE41198FD6640B2145DB0.4B63FD735E76D79F2E9F2DD1DECB45E6C7C6AAE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D559e4fc40d38049e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DO36f0FdU7MlbUzlKbkM-Bm8QVU4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Very funny (but lame) you &lt;strong&gt;must watch&lt;/strong&gt;. Obviously he went under and not over -.- Anw.. Pictures of the not-that-pretty sunset:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261085439590571666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQMhVTfGnpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/yZrlgyfSbRk/s400/Photo606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's not pretty cause the sun haven't really setted. After that the whole sky was pink!! Pretty pink! Haha. Random picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261085985585799874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQMh1FegosI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PcBX5Q1Yj98/s400/Photo602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Got birds in the sky okay!! The birds were very noisy too. Okay after that we went to eat seafood (again). I suddenly prefer the abalone to the scallops.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay today there is really nothing much to talk about since I spent the whole day thinking of going to Bugis. I want to! Really really want to. Sigh. Cya later, alligator? :D (later=tomorrow)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-5507983201615775981?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=559e4fc40d38049e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/5507983201615775981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=5507983201615775981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5507983201615775981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/5507983201615775981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/heyo.html' title='Sucky day'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQMhVTfGnpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/yZrlgyfSbRk/s72-c/Photo606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-2789350746970873479</id><published>2008-10-24T22:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:03:57.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Discovery Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Claudia ignored all my smses and calls. Yesterday I couldn't sleep so I spent the whole night playing handphone games, if today I can't sleep again, I plan to call Claudia from 12am to 6am at one hour intervals!! So fun, she will so be screaming at me for waking her up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay cut the crap. Today we went to Singapore Discovery Centre, and it was raining as usual. I kept playing my handphone game! On the bus, when Bella was sleeping I stole her water bottle and started taking pictures of her and all that and then when she woke up and got down the bus she kept chasing me around :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We started trying to make a 3D merlion thing with 3 pieces of flat paper (wow so pro). Eunice, Kirsten and Bella kept sliding the papers into my hand because the rubbish bag is near me and then I got a horrible paper cut which still hurts now so I'm only typing with 9 fingers. They so evil. Random pictures: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260731218764813474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQHfK8FI1KI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CrItld0T8Qc/s400/Photo571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh they look so Singaporean. We had to do some x race thing and then when we were running around my group got lost and then kirsten and yi qing accidentally walked away from us so we (the rest of the group) went to get cotton candy which was super yummy (leave out the unhealthy part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260731229898975506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQHfLljuqRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZNYuge0imnk/s400/Photo572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eunice with that whole big packet of cotton candy. I just realized how fast it melts in your mouth! So cool.. When we were leaving already Kirsten and Yi Qing were still missing and then we called Kirsten, guess what Kirsten said when we asked her to go to the place to meet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt; Hurry up! Get here now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kirsten: &lt;/strong&gt;cannot! I'm still trying to complete one question, wait wait wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella: &lt;/strong&gt;we're leaving already lah you idiot! Get here now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kirsten:&lt;/strong&gt; nono I'm almost getting it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wow. It's time to leave and she's trying to complete the already-completed question. In the discovery centre right there was this place with stacked up blocks (which were quite heavy). First time I just anyhow pushed one cube but nothing happened. So when I went around the second time I pushed it somemore.. And then..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So unlucky there were people sitting there. I saw the stacked up cubes start falling from the bottom to the top. Very freaky! The people still sitting there, and the cubes were falling. Then &lt;strong&gt;boom&lt;/strong&gt;! Super loud sound, luckily it landed a few cm behind the people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They all were freaked out and immediately turned around, the women were too shocked to speak and then the guy was staring at us and started scolding me, Bella, and Eunice. Oops! Accident! Imagine if I pushed the cube below instead. Later injure people. Lalala~ &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After school I rushed to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bugis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because Shing keep rushing me. She waited there for me for 2 hours. Thank you Shing! She's like really patient, I can never be that patient I bet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So anyway we met this really cute/funny guy, it's like got one pole which is so big and he can not see it and bang against it o.o digress~~ &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We went downstairs and then there were this bunch of guys buying ice cream and then I was also buying ice cream (Mcdonalds one!!). So it's like one guy was eating ice cream, and his friend pushed his hand so he had ice cream all over his mouth, and Shing and I were LOL-ing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After I got my ice cream, Shing pushed my hand (by accident) and then I also had ice cream all over my mouth! What is this?! Retribution?! She still keep laughing. Then the guys were also laughing, it was so dumb. She kept laughing while walking and she laughed till she was bending down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She suddenly stopped cause someone was in front of her, it was so sudden and then she was looking at that someone suspiciously, and once he left she started laughing like mad again, mad ah? Picture of us, me right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260742055978222274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQHpBv2KQsI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ajnv8HnsBiY/s400/Photo583.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around buying food and laughing at things. It's always so fun going out with Shing =D Today she was really blur though, I call her so many times she never hear. I ask her something she also never hear. We left early because I wanted my dad to fetch me home so we went to his office to look for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I asked a stranger where is (I forgot what) Towers, and she was like, ohh you're in (I forgot what) Towers. I feel so stupid. It's equivilent to asking where is Raffles girls primary school when you're already in the school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since I didn't really sleep yesterday night, I shall try to sleep tonight, goodnight everyone :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-2789350746970873479?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/2789350746970873479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=2789350746970873479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2789350746970873479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/2789350746970873479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/singapore-discovery-centre.html' title='Singapore Discovery Centre'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQHfK8FI1KI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CrItld0T8Qc/s72-c/Photo571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-274458802379458967</id><published>2008-10-23T22:02:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:54:54.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydroponics Farm</title><content type='html'>Today Claudia went to Sarawak without me and woke me up with an sms at 5am, crap her. Anw, we, the people who did not go to Sarawak went to some hydroponics farm ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the bus Bella and I were trying to sleep but the people behind us (Kimberly and Eunice) were so noisy, they were totally trying to wake us up. It was drizzling at that time so we all got kind of wet and the place was so muddy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw hydroponic's kinda cool because don't need soil so if I plant things like that I won't dirty my hands with the soil :D And don't need use pesticides also. And the plants will be clean and green! Veggies: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353808252111778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQCH6wW9i6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/0BJhOflbpHg/s400/Photo551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do they have veggies on the farm they have &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; also! *scroll down*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260354682617314482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQCItpn3vLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/316yQvWyvZ4/s400/Photo553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260355062745784594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQCJDxtj4RI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QTBmmYIRcfc/s400/Photo559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Kimberly, "Hey do they sell clothes here?" Okay the question is a bit retarded. Digress~~ We were walking around the farm touching different plants and smelling them and eating them. There's one that smells like rotten fish OMG. Plant and fish don't go together! Random plant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260356387542461426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQCKQ49s6_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/xJ4rA2pqaAc/s400/Photo550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eunice pau eating random plant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260356381641300642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQCKQi-wWqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6NFO9rD6U-s/s400/Photo554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(her fringe so long never tie up) Okay I'm just being a hypocrite. Anyway when the guy was talking in front I kept staring at something and it was the.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260357205883798898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQCLAhhexXI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ugqfSRW9qQo/s400/Photo561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swing in the background! Bella and Eunice kept trying to block my camera (for no reason). I kept wanting to go sit on it (the swing, duh). It seriously reminds me of something! Just that I don't know what is it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the farm there was this ribena (rosella?) fruit thing and then the guide stuffed it in my hand and all the juice like thing got smeared onto my hand and I was so hysterical and screaming "omg my hand is stained.. forever!!" The stain is gone btw, yay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the small shop in the farm they sold this plant which absorbs radiation! Very cheap I want, but I scared the soil inside got umm.. worms. Imagine me holding the plant while talking on the phone, so cool! and then the plant will start absorbing all the radiation (will it start radiating?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to the farm and came back early, I'm so happy. Anw, Claudia should be in the big nice hotel place in Sarawak now, I also want go. Why didn't I go again? Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today in school some people kept irritating me thanks to my blog although I already put no comments?! So yea I'm kinda immune to people criticizing me ler, passerby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Umm I just want to say &lt;strong&gt;"hi passerby I don't know what was your purpose for those tagging such stuff but thank you for your comments and God bless you!" &lt;/strong&gt;(uhh anyway you have no right to call me stupid :D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-274458802379458967?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/274458802379458967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=274458802379458967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/274458802379458967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/274458802379458967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/hydroponics-farm.html' title='Hydroponics Farm'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SQCH6wW9i6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/0BJhOflbpHg/s72-c/Photo551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-703547431633076123</id><published>2008-10-22T21:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:19:40.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued from yesterday</title><content type='html'>I think I have nothing much to add to yesterday's post although I said 'to be continued'. I guess I'll just post a few more similar photos: (Me left, Shing right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259983488278659058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP83HS9E__I/AAAAAAAAAUA/baKi-Bqf4dc/s400/Photo546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hair down:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259984957392089666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP84cz1A8kI/AAAAAAAAAUI/YbhEDiFEuTY/s400/Photo425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can see my angular face shape or whatever the trainer person was talking about today during the grooming lesson in the next picture. The class was so boring and I was really really tired too, it was hell !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259986600117893666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP858bdXeiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/DVCoeD1EeZ0/s400/Photo480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow I have to go to some hydroponics farm (for the dunno what'th time) for excursion! Excursions like these suck. And so does the dining etiquette thing we have to learn today. I mean, why cut one prawn need take so long? And then the knife must face out not face in. And then you have to pull the legs of the prawn out and cannot cut it. -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay now I feel like I so can go be a waitress in a high-class western restaurant with my knowledge on dining etiquette. I want to be a waitress when I'm 14 to 16! It's going to be fun I think. And maybe I can laugh at a few people who don't know what aparetif means. *evil smile*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's it for today ~~ :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-703547431633076123?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/703547431633076123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=703547431633076123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/703547431633076123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/703547431633076123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/continued-from-yesterday.html' title='Continued from yesterday'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP83HS9E__I/AAAAAAAAAUA/baKi-Bqf4dc/s72-c/Photo546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3635344753538233045</id><published>2008-10-21T20:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:42:38.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad camwhore</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Shing's house at 12pm, right after I wake up and bathe because Angel yesterday say she 6am reach her house then I took it for real. I was really blur and knocked on the wrong door then I asked for Shing then that person told me where she lived (wah). Shing stupid keep laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After using computer for 2 hours I decided to try audi with Shing's account. I suck a lot but she said it's good for a first timer so I guess I don't suck so much... right? =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angel and Shing were bored so they started meditating cause her mum asked her to not be so noisy. Her mum came and asked what they were doing and then someone else said "Trying to see who can float up first" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My lunch was some rice that Shing's brother give me eat.. He's so much nicer than my real bro. Anw, at around 3.30pm all the other girls there left for LAN shop, all except for me and Shing (we can just use the computer in her house what).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that Shing's mum go put make up for us.. Diao? She say my eyes are freaking big. Camwhore (I took 50+ pics, too lazy to post all): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259607314583780274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP3g_GvP-7I/AAAAAAAAATA/etOvrE9ppzw/s400/Photo507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259616843394989250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP3ppwU4PMI/AAAAAAAAATw/ISo-ogloN4I/s400/Photo517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you think those are ugly then I guess you can just ignore the whole post bahh. =D omg my hair. Next: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259609516370404930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP3i_RCFpkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nyER5dPhvfo/s400/Photo540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259614422131519218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP3nc0arrvI/AAAAAAAAATg/fxiKKpHLsyo/s400/Photo495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So sorry I'm really too busy so I can't post all of them, I'll continue tomorrow. By the way, there is this piggy bank in her house, and it is freaky heavy. The pig: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259616841220690914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP3ppoOfE-I/AAAAAAAAATo/2TJ7GQpY4tQ/s400/Photo510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened when I tried to carry it -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259616852175283458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP3pqRCQ5QI/AAAAAAAAAT4/JGxjFOjCGjU/s400/Photo523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lift myself up!! No wonder it's called PIGgy bank. Okay I gotta go! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- To be continued -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;p/s: Comments disallowed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3635344753538233045?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3635344753538233045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3635344753538233045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3635344753538233045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3635344753538233045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/mad-camwhore.html' title='Mad camwhore'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SP3g_GvP-7I/AAAAAAAAATA/etOvrE9ppzw/s72-c/Photo507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-208928310946482983</id><published>2008-10-20T22:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:09:32.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lot 1</title><content type='html'>Shing today pangseh me go Bugis without me! Okay lah that was because I told her I today have to do project so not free, but in the end it was cancelled. I went to Lot 1 to take neoprints with my old school friends (4 of them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was quite boring because the entire arcade only got one neoprint machine and it was very small and quite basic. I was super not enthusiastic and refused to take neoprint until they pestered me till I couldn't take it so I took with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we went to mcdonalds but I controlled myself and didn't buy ice cream! Okay then I smsed Shing to come back to lot 1 and she did. I saw her at Mcdonalds then I abandoned my old school friends and run to her and shout her name, very dramatic. (she was with angel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We kept walking around aimlessly, lot 1 is a boring place since we've been there for more than 50 times in a month. We went to the arcade first (Shing want find shuai ge again) but then left for the library. (I told you I am studious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We walked till the very end of the library where few people were at, it was the children's section btw. I wanted to eat my coffee cheese cake but then some librarian kept walking around arranging books. Shing very angry at her so when she walked past she go use the book and hit her but of course don't dare hit so she missed by like, 2cm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pictures of her being joker in library (i didn't manage to catch those super funny moments awww):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259242827537904530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPyVfKrq85I/AAAAAAAAARw/5FTupBIb5V8/s400/Photo388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So sad I missed! She went to make the same face as the bird on the cover of the book but I didn't take the picture cause she quickly used book to cover her face. Next, she playing with her bangles: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259242834982540722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPyVfmanFbI/AAAAAAAAAR4/TuDAAH9JO2E/s400/Photo393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look like she wearing those huge geek specs just that it's white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259244075710715138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPyWn0fQlQI/AAAAAAAAASA/_onIs4Pgc98/s400/Photo394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uhh what's that? She mad ler. btw Angel went to mess up all the books and switch books from one bookshelf to another right after the librarian left, so evil! Haha. Shing and Angel anyhow throw books all over ._." (I put back some!) Buried in books, not :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259250006616012658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPycBC1Rd3I/AAAAAAAAASo/meaffFUD5kE/s400/Photo399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that there was a mum and two young girls and then Shing go do some monkey face at one young girl then she run back to her mummy then her mum was glaring at us. And then just then Angel was saying "shhh" really loudly to the people at the other end of the library.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The mother go and scold us say "Don't you dare Shhh my daughter, you are speaking louder than my daughter so don't you let me catch you doing it again." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If Angel and I weren't there Shing would have screamed at her all her Hokkien vulgarities. But she just act blur then the mother was like "I don't care which one of you it is" then she kept quiet cause we 3 were ignoring her and reading children storybooks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that we left the library then walk walk in Lot 1. There was this shop (not exactly shop, just those small stalls in the middle of nowhere) selling bags and pencil cases and stuff like that. I saw this super nice PINK hello kitty bag! Which was expensive. I want it although it looks so kiddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tried on one bag there, Shing say she will buy for me if I wear it to school (she should buy it cause i treat her to some drink!):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259247404289088946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPyZpkaL3bI/AAAAAAAAASg/7bSCcNNc2WA/s400/Small+bag+evonne.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So small! I wonder if she will buy for me if I wear it to school. After that I saw a cap and decided to wear it because it's pink, I look so suspicious o.O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259247399244783730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPyZpRnh4HI/AAAAAAAAASY/1dy3phdy8NU/s400/Suspicious+Evonne.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I look stupid don't look at me look at the cap. No look at Shing in kiddy palace: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259250016562562962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPycBn4tx5I/AAAAAAAAASw/_4MGtK-3N6I/s400/Photo400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She want squeeze into 5 year old dress o_o Next pic! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259250022518748466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPycB-Ex9TI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3LBAGF8IzdY/s400/Photo401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves toy dogs o.o I love hello kitty! (a little only) Today only she camwhoring, I no mood to camwhore. Sighs. At around 6.45pm we left Lot 1 and went to her house. She thought she lost her ez link card at first, blur sotong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We blogshopped for quite awhile then me and angel left her house and went home at 8pm. Her dad send me home so I didn't have to take LRT *mwahahhahahahaa* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-208928310946482983?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/208928310946482983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=208928310946482983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/208928310946482983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/208928310946482983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/lot-1.html' title='Lot 1'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPyVfKrq85I/AAAAAAAAARw/5FTupBIb5V8/s72-c/Photo388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3579878509000717282</id><published>2008-10-19T20:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:35:51.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP valerie</title><content type='html'>R.I.P Val (valerie), although I don't really know who she is, but the letter that she wrote before she suicided and the letters that her loved ones wrote to her after she died really touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can go and read them at &lt;a href="http://theironteeth.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theironteeth.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; So so sad. To have made so many people miss her and to make so many people grieve, she must have been really nice bah. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*so sorry, rest of post unavailable thanks to somebody*&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/97476792968733272-3579878509000717282?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3579878509000717282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3579878509000717282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3579878509000717282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3579878509000717282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-les.html' title='RIP valerie'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-6473792500946602112</id><published>2008-10-18T20:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:51:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchard + Bugis + Shing = Yayness!</title><content type='html'>the back of the post is more interesting than the front of the post but no skipping =( camwhore pictures all at the back!- Omg today is like super nice although yesterday sucked! I woke up at 8am because I had this weird dream about some story from a storybook I read a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't even have time to eat breakfast then had to rush out to meet shing at the usual place (not telling later got stalker). We went to orchard first! Went to Borders de upstairs (I SAW ANG WAN QIN AT BORDERS SAVE MY SOUL) because she wanted to see the sperm on the shop window &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We realized that the Miss Boobjob and Miss PMS jacket was $100+ so left the shop. We somehow walked to Far East Plaza, where I bought a hairband! ($8, Pictures later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At Far East Plaza, I also saw a lot of ear studs! Which I felt like buying for random people to wear. I mean they were so colorful and small and... cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258475853896929650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPnb7bN-0XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Twbv_3sus_I/s400/Photo313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok la maybe I mad. Btw I seriously meant to save money today so I brought very little money, because I realized that I spend whatever I bring, so bring less spend less! Shing bought a tank top from Mango and some food. We ate cup noodles o.o I learnt how to put in the seasoning and everything from my past experience! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While we were shopping, we saw a crossdresser, like OH MY GOODNESS. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CROSSDRESSER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a he dressing up as a her. He was wearing black tank top, black long pants that female wear, and black ballet flats thing!! I only managed to catch a back view picture of him, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258475855259356210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPnb7gSzzDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/eBsE_DvzXNQ/s400/Photo316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The one right in the middle of the picture. So scary! Haha everytime go out with Shing sure see funny thing de. When we were walking back to the MRT station, we past by this construction site, and then all the foreign workers were like, staring at us as we walked past, very scary! Shing wanted to scold them, but decided that it was a compliment that we were hot ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not only the foreign workers were looking at us, I caught &lt;strong&gt;old ang mor guys&lt;/strong&gt; staring at us as we walked past, and then when I turned behind and looked at him he was still staring at us, then when he saw me turn he quickly turn around, that pervert. Forget about them! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next stop - Bugis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Really lor, Bugis is like my 2nd home. I know so many things (and ppl) there! If I'm sad I go there sure happy de, especially if I go with Shing *smile* Shing slapped me more than 10 times today, it's a good thing actually, cause she slap me whenever I'm going to waste money buying something, she good buddy, always slap me till I wake up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went to 77th street to visit the shop people there, and also to check out the clothes. The two guys were on leave again ._." Nahh don't think wrong. Yea and then that girl in the shop was trying to teach us how to flirt?!?!?! She was like, "if you want to look for shuai ge, must use your heart to see, (that is direct translation from the chinese phrase yong xin kan, which means see carefully.)"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When Shing heard that she open her jacket and said 'I'm using my heart to see!! Like that can?' Then that shop person was saying that that was too exaggerated, guess what she did? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She suddenly stand up straight and face her left boob at us and said that that was called using her heart to see. Extremely sick but hilarious!! We laughed till really very loud because she made it even more exaggerated! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then she said what the hairdresser shop downstairs got shuai ge and asked us to go find him. She said that if we want talk to him but nothing to say, just ask him how much is it to rebond your hair. Wah she professional. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next Shing really went around looking for shuai ge, and found one. She kept lurking around the shop, and then the guys were like laughing and beckoning us to go over. Then we started talking to them? They are super funny! As usual, we let them guess our age when they asked, and then they said 16. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We laughed till so loud!! 16!! Their jaw totally dropped when we said 12, I so should've videoed their expression. They very enthu about camwhoring okay!! At least one was, picture (Shing likes the guy on the right I like neither):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258483318271073746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPnit6LdXdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CQ95FVwFAwI/s400/Photo326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omg so enthu in camwhoring. So funny! After that Shing took pictures with them (I photographer but she nv pay me. sobs) My picture with the other one that she does not like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258483328022058578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPniuegRllI/AAAAAAAAAQg/I8VdAdGxD5c/s400/Photo329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was half biting my lips! &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258485362464780098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPnkk5ZN70I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sCvpkwtmnd4/s400/Photo338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258485358268773282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPnkkpwz86I/AAAAAAAAAQw/zzlSRehV0tU/s400/Photo337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258485346777160962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPnkj-8_3QI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1IU7qNIzdoM/s400/Photo336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Look at my hairband!! My hairband! After that Shing pulled me back to that shop, and then the other other guy (not in any picture, he's 32) said something, SUPER FUNNY I SO SHOULD HAVE RECORDED IT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He said, "you know why I always walk like this?" then carried on to walk like a gorilla / pregnant lady. We were speechless. He carried on to say "Because 30+ year de sperm all stuck inside" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(he virgin, according to him) Holy shit I hear already laugh till half dead. That is the most retarded thing I've ever heard! He was molesting the other guy too, and he was like "He is mine, cannot steal him from me" Super retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that he was teaching us all the bad influence! Okay not really, but he uttered a heck load of gibberish. In the end I don't know how we got the guy that Shing likes de number. We went to the arcade to look for him (duh, cause he went there) and we found him o.o &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enough said! After that we went to Bugis street and Shing found out that she had to pay $60 to pierce her tongue. At 5+ I left and took MRT to Dover then my dad fetched me to go eat seafood dinner, the scallops killed me, totally. They were big, juicy, succulent, yummy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I ate a lot a lot because I skipped lunch and breakfast. *innocent smile* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not posting pictures, this post is too damn long. Time to end it. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-6473792500946602112?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/6473792500946602112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=6473792500946602112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6473792500946602112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6473792500946602112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/orchard-bugis-yayness.html' title='Orchard + Bugis + Shing = Yayness!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPnb7bN-0XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Twbv_3sus_I/s72-c/Photo313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-522131022043887548</id><published>2008-10-17T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:31:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;warning: total nutty post..... Today I didn't go out so I was helpful and decided to help my mum.. crack Ginko Nuts with a nutcracker? =D My first time doing it in 12 years. Btw I cracked them as I used the computer. A plate of uncracked ginko nuts with nutcracker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258140119319336194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPiqlGdCVQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BIuqR3cKx6s/s400/Photo300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was messing with the nuts, I suddenly recalled a few nut idioms okay!! For example, a bad nut (okay maybe its not an idiom):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258142231114403138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPisgBgNzUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5zbcmNu0Tuk/s400/bad+nut!!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one circled in red is a bad nut! Spoilt already. Next idiom - Tough nut to crack:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258140122198040226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPiqlRLX3qI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Dk8P3nPQmUY/s400/Photo301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Press so much still hard to crack &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258142245663481570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPisg3s_HuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/sd2yDUnxR5Q/s400/Photo305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I anyhow crack till all the nuts also broke, became lazy. Okay I feel super nutty. Why today I keep talking nuts? The nuts are driving me nuts! Pun intended -.-" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel seriously useful haha, I can at least do something at home, I can crack nuts! Although I once took 10 minutes to crack one. Hey that's good enough for a beginner... right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Btw, I just want to tell you all that Bella have a new blog, please go check my links if you wish to visit her blog. I am so nice!! Letting her snatch everyone from my blog!! (just joking) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maybe you all go and visit her blog already, so my post ends here! =D Weekends are here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-522131022043887548?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/522131022043887548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=522131022043887548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/522131022043887548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/522131022043887548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/nuts.html' title='Nuts'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPiqlGdCVQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BIuqR3cKx6s/s72-c/Photo300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-4300198984814334381</id><published>2008-10-16T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:13:29.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE marking day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, Claudia is back from Indonesia but she still refuses to tell me why she went there (although I'm her bestest twin xD). At least she got back her handphone now. I thought that tomorrow would be the best day of this week, but apparently some fool just gave me false hope. Forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mood for the whole day also spoilt, so I spoke coldly to almost everyone. What should I do tomorrow?! Jansen fall sick cannot go out &gt;.&lt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suddenly have this urge to go to escape theme park, but noone can go with me cause it's 'too far'. If can then I can go sit on some roller coaster and get some adrenaline rush. Something new on my wishlist - That tomorrow will be fun and not boring and that I can go escape theme park with someone!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, here's some (PG?) conversation that Elise told me about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;teacher gives out some balls to everyone*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sick guy 1: Ooooh &lt;strong&gt;balls&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sick guy 2: Hey I love &lt;strong&gt;balls, &lt;/strong&gt;teacher do you like balls too? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc00ff;"&gt;Teacher: Ya I like balls! Especially cheesy balls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else: o____o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff66ff;"&gt;Innocent girl 1: I like cheesy sausages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc33;"&gt;Innocent girl 2: I like cheesy balls and cheesy sausages! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*end of talk*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It sounds hilariously sick. By the way if you don't get it, you shouldn't pollute your innocent mind trying to understand it :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-4300198984814334381?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/4300198984814334381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=4300198984814334381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4300198984814334381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/4300198984814334381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-claudia-is-back-from-indonesia.html' title='PSLE marking day 1'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-6182472434475952314</id><published>2008-10-15T19:16:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:25:24.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My chio nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yo, yo, yo! Today in school right, we spent the whole day in the computer lab till we got damn bored. Eunice, instead of writing her story, was rushing her piano (theory) homework. And Sabrina..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257332301558173618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXL36yPz7I/AAAAAAAAANA/DdwX6sVYTJA/s320/Photo269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257332471326489746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXMBzOKvJI/AAAAAAAAANI/36I7vb0N5Uo/s320/Photo271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;was reading her book on a legless chair! So ridiculous! She was rocking it somore! (like those old grandmothers who read while they rock their old wooden rocking chair) During school I got so pissed off because some people kept calling me what PCK's wife, mad ah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After school I felt bored so I called Kai Shing to go out with me. I walked to Bukit Panjang Plaza to meet her in the middle of a thunderstorm!! Once I walked out of my flat the water up at my calf!! So wet and gross, I felt as if I was bathing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went to see her mum for awhile then we left and went to Mcdonalds! I only ate ice cream, as usual instead of saying &lt;strong&gt;raspberry&lt;/strong&gt; I go say &lt;strong&gt;strawberry&lt;/strong&gt;. The shop dudette never correct me! I bet a lot of other people also say strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXUOCS5cqI/AAAAAAAAANY/klUvTX6T8XM/s1600-h/Photo277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257341477624312482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXUOCS5cqI/AAAAAAAAANY/klUvTX6T8XM/s400/Photo277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hair messy o.o I suddenly love Mcdonald's ice cream cause it's so yummy and cheap! Can see the 'I'm lovin it' at the background lol. Btw the ice cream is only $1! &lt;33 Kai Shing angry cause she no more money ler:&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXVBXpcy2I/AAAAAAAAANg/qzET-MyXLk0/s1600-h/Photo274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257342359529376610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXVBXpcy2I/AAAAAAAAANg/qzET-MyXLk0/s400/Photo274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that when we walk walk walk, we passed by this manicure shop, and then on the shop door got this paper saying, "Recruiting workers". The conditions were with/without experience, singaporean/pr, able to start work immediately. Me and Kshingz all also can what! So I dared her to go in for the walk-in interview. If she did it I will give her $2. Wth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that I followed her in, and the person was like,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi, may I help you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ohh she would like to go for the interview *points at kshing*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; How old are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kshingz:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhh...uhhh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; How old do you have to be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Person:&lt;/strong&gt; 18 and above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Kshing:&lt;/strong&gt; What the heck *walks out of shop*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So stupid! Now I still owe her $2 although I did all the talking. She said what I go talk then she cannot talk. Alamak. Why didn't they write above 18 on the poster thing ah?! So dumb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Although we agreed to go to west mall or somewhere else, we saw this other manicure shop then went in, and spent more than an hour manicuring our fingers &gt;.&lt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There were a couple of fat .. non-chinese standing outside the shop and then the shop people saw them and were crossing their fingers that they won't enter the shop okay!! So funny! Then one of the females were calling the other GIRL 'laogong' and trying to act les!! Duh they're not real les but very funny. End product (mine):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXbLFiWnAI/AAAAAAAAANo/9fqeN4u3hp8/s1600-h/Photo290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257349123536231426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXbLFiWnAI/AAAAAAAAANo/9fqeN4u3hp8/s400/Photo290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next, hers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXbsHO2KfI/AAAAAAAAANw/WNPDtR73Vrw/s1600-h/Photo283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257349690926967282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXbsHO2KfI/AAAAAAAAANw/WNPDtR73Vrw/s400/Photo283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next time I want go paint that colour &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXbsUZDcPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VrbLHdM2BhA/s1600-h/Photo281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257349694459441394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXbsUZDcPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VrbLHdM2BhA/s400/Photo281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;=D actually I took it to show off my nails. I'm so addicted to Mcdonalds ice cream! Kai shing ate more ice cream than me today btw. Cause this morning she ate chocolate ice cream. Today is such a cold day. Especially since Kshing drag me to the library (which was very cold) to look for shuai ges, obviously don't have! Last nail picture:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXdwumYHqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HI_885B_Xq4/s1600-h/Photo298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257351969237376674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXdwumYHqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/HI_885B_Xq4/s400/Photo298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay maybe you think my nails ugly, aww. At least it managed to cover up my broken nail. Last camwhore pic ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXfgc8lkbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FnrDhoyhSMU/s1600-h/Photo275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257353888644043186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXfgc8lkbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FnrDhoyhSMU/s400/Photo275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How come my eyes look so weird, okay nvm. Byee~ I missed my nap so now must go sleep! Gdnight all~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-6182472434475952314?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/6182472434475952314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=6182472434475952314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6182472434475952314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6182472434475952314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/yo-yo-yo-today-in-school-right-we-spent.html' title='My chio nails'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPXL36yPz7I/AAAAAAAAANA/DdwX6sVYTJA/s72-c/Photo269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-7550837392747064318</id><published>2008-10-14T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:39:50.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was probably the worst and most boring day ever in school. We had to attend some entrepreneur course for around 2 hours. I have no mind to become an entrepreneur okay!! I'd rather be a receptionist =D ok no that's when I'm 15, and 15 only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That indian teacher kept asking us to be more interactive. How to?! So boring and we're so sleepy somore. I can't keep myself awake when I can't talk to someone and so I was half sleeping although I couldn't close my eyes. Everytime someone starts talking to her friend that teacher person will stare at her and make her shut up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She still go ask her whether the class was super boring! I didn't say so, because it's not only super boring, it was very super duper ultra boring. Why can't we not have any of such courses?! *sobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh digress! I think I mentioned something about being a receptionist when I'm 15? I mean, if I have some nice boss, maybe he will let me use the computer to msn or do my own things when I'm free! That so rocks, but that's only for when I'm 15 or 16 or something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next, I want to be a waitress at a really nice and glam restaurant which overcharges people! Because I have an awesome sense of balance, not. I mean I can go steal some food or something like that. Then everyday for lunch I can eat first class food! So awesome huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay suddenly I changed my mind, now I want to be a calefare. But waitress is first choice I guess, if it's in a really nice restaurant. I feel so .. ambitious? Okay I just want money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, today when we went to the computer lab, Tamisha, Bella and I did some blogthings quizzes. Tamisha got more than 50% male for all the gender quizzes, ooolallalaaaaa. So masculine! *puke*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friends are weird~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-7550837392747064318?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/7550837392747064318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=7550837392747064318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7550837392747064318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7550837392747064318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/ambitions.html' title='Ambitions!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-7299495271874384437</id><published>2008-10-13T18:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:30:52.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday no more blues</title><content type='html'>Today started out really badly, early morning get waken up to go to school (when I see no reason why I should since nobody will be at school) then when I was wearing my shoes, my thumb nail broke, holy shit! I was crying in agony!! I so feel for my nail. Spent an hour trying to cut it in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256583831326302850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPMjJN5EIoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rYq_kfN6aW4/s320/Photo232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So gross leh!!!! I had to cut off my nail till it was so awful. Note: I said awful not awesome. After that we just played Uno from 8.30am till 12.30pm, super boring!! Yeah and we played some games from Genevieve's party too, that was the most fun part I guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were released early. whooohooo!! Elizabeth and I changed in school and then left for Orchard road, seriously the bus ride was terrible. I kept banging against people because I wasn't holding on to anything because I was smsing. Elizabeth of course, scolded me. I heard a conversation between two classmates beside me, JC people I think&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Where shall we do our project?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: &lt;/strong&gt;I want go starbucks because there have coffee, but then again it's more distracting there compared to in school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh okay so why not we have it at school?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; But I want coffee!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not writing the rest of the stupid conversation down. I mean, can't they just buy coffee then go back to school?!?!!?! So stupid. Yeah and then we saw a couple smsing each other although they were less than 2 metres away, because the bus was crowded the guy had to stand while the girl sat so they couldn't talk. Such a waste of money. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally we arrived at Far East Plaza, which was actually quite boring. I went to 77th street and bought a pair of shorts, which was on discount so it was only $15!!! But I think I saw another pair which looks the same which was sold for $10, but I don't really care now, although I'm broke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Because I didn't eat recess in school due to my non-stop Uno playing, I was hungry. Wouldn't you be if you skipped dinner the day before and don't eat for half a day?! I wasn't that hungry actually, but then I had a craving for instant noodles, tatattataa~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256588346236766434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPMnQBPmiOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kj1BViNpIvE/s320/Photo238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;$1.80 from 7-11!!!!! My lunch is so cheap and affordable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256588490080937090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPMnYZGuZII/AAAAAAAAAMI/Q6xteaQobfA/s320/Photo239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Elizabeth helped me add in the seasoning and everything, thankfully, I seriously can't do such stuff cause I'm so useless in anything related to housework. My lunch - Instant noodles. Restaurant - the floor in far east plaza. Yeah we just found this quiet spot where noone walked and sat down. Yay us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I finished everything! I know it's unhealthy and makes hair drop, but I don't really mind I guess. Hey, heard of 'once in a while'? I seldom eat it so I guess it's really okay. *I'm in the PINK of health&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that we left, I bought Cheese cake on the way, those light Japanese type from Breadtalk, very yummy!! Elizabeth pinched some from me.. sobs.. After that we walked to Wisma Atria, where there was Forever 21, Elizabeth is wearing a hat from there -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256590875499066594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPMpjPeudOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rK0ZY-gWmp0/s320/Photo242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She didn't buy it though. I was trying my best to make her buy things, but she is so pro at controlling herself! I am jealous! After that we went into Chomel but obviously I learnt how to save money, at least for a little while..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We went to Takashimaya next. We were looking for some accessory shop and ended up at 'Accessorize'. Did I spell it wrongly? Sorry if I did! I love everything in that shop, so trendy, so pink, so chio! I really admire Elizabeth aka Lizzy for being able to only pick 1 bangle to buy although she liked so many of them. She also stopped herself from buying that nice hairband!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We tried on a lot of things, in the end although I managed to get her to buy some bangles, I feel sad because once again I forgot the meaning of 'financial crisis'. I wasted $8 on bracelets(pink one)!! I didn't buy the bangles because they were too big for me, no offence Lizzy =D I'm saying I'm thin not that you're fat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256592708231837874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPMrN68ROLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TcYmHojjAqo/s320/Photo253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pink one mine obviously! Got heart shapes somore! *smile* more camwhoring in that nice shop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256593380019208930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPMr1Bi3AuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jq_lNalawI0/s320/Photo244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair so messy. I can buy that for halloween can't I? *smile* It's quite cheap I think, less than 10 bucks. So shiny. Elizabeth from Hawaii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256594137265314850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPMshGgZnCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eszkz5HYxJg/s320/Photo245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face so pinkish, plus one more red flower.. Wahhhh. After that we went to eat a lot of crap such as satay and curry puffs. Lizzy was so angry how I could eat so much and not grow fat, I'm laughing at her! Wait I shan't be so mean. Lizzy also bought a pouch for her .. i(something), the pouch has words on it reading: I left my Prada pouch at home. Woww. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the way to the bus stop, we saw something that interests Lizzy! o.O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256596529945928754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPMusX76ZDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/60STPZuuG18/s320/Photo251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay joking it does not interest her. She didn't even tried peeking into the shop, awww, not that I wanted to. We left Orchard road at 4.30pm to stop ourselves for wasting more money. On the bus, Lizzy saw this okok guy and she kept telling me how cute and smart he is. He's from NJC I think. Oolala~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I took pictures by accident, want see come find me before I delete! Mwahahahhahaaaa. Lizzy, I told you there's such thing as karma. Who ask you video me yesterday! That's it folks~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Jansen is brave cause he pierced his ear!!- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-7299495271874384437?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/7299495271874384437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=7299495271874384437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7299495271874384437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/7299495271874384437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-no-more-blues.html' title='Monday no more blues'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPMjJN5EIoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rYq_kfN6aW4/s72-c/Photo232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3693051739714897070</id><published>2008-10-12T17:56:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:08:18.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genevieve's party</title><content type='html'>Today is the day where my face was &lt;strong&gt;so red it burnt as if I was in hell&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay first things first, my so-called teacher in church treated us, the p6 girls, to lunch/breakfast at PastaMania! *beams* Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256219879131891202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPHYIaUAxgI/AAAAAAAAALw/VvHp26kTYnw/s320/Photo205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got 7 of us somore!! I ordered soup and all those too! But was forced to pay myself ._. I ate beef bolognese &gt;.&lt;&gt;After that -&gt; Genevieve's birthday party. Genevieve's party would be the most fun party I've ever been to so far this year I guess. I reached late, at around 1.20pm (her party starts at 1pm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I reached, they were already playing this game where a person stands in the middle of the circle and then the others keep moving from one chair to the chair beside her and they must make sure that the middle person can't sit down! So violent &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that they played musical chairs, I got kicked out really soon, but Eunice and Elizabeth were kicked out sooner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256207421357994690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPHMzRfQssI/AAAAAAAAALY/2EcuXpgxJA0/s320/Photo209.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing at the left hand of the picture! I was sitting down on a chair eating =D with eunice and elizabeth (who had no seat and was sitting on the floor) Oh btw every time Eunice tried cheering for someone playing musical chairs, the person will lose!! She's such a jinx D= Joking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After eating a lot of crap although I just ate pastamania, I felt fat, very fat, but to piss Elizabeth (the dieter) off, I said that my aim was to gain 3 kg. *evil laughter* But hey, she did something much worse to me (coming to that later) Cake time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256209369734831874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPHOkrwf3wI/AAAAAAAAALg/MQu2jctI1lU/s320/Photo215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Home-made by her mother!! Rich and creamy chocolate man. Blowing out the trick candles: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e0830f1aa585b6d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e0830f1aa585b6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330365340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B33C8CBB6E2FAC012D15963F51319CAF66542E8.42249A7C8322CEEAFBF717237B54A68BE506D9FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e0830f1aa585b6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRoqaAP10oJs62m3jI6mcjmlf3Eg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e0830f1aa585b6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330365340%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B33C8CBB6E2FAC012D15963F51319CAF66542E8.42249A7C8322CEEAFBF717237B54A68BE506D9FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e0830f1aa585b6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRoqaAP10oJs62m3jI6mcjmlf3Eg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It took more than 1 minute to blow out those candles! Cause the flame kept igniting itself ._." The flames were too close so got sparks somore!! So grand. I think people with asthma can blow till die. Sorry not cursing anyone!! Elizabeth obviously ate only half of the cake because 'chocolate was fattening' and I got the other half of the cake! Hahaaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next game! The aim is for two people to carry all their other team members to the other side of the 'river', which is less than 3m wide. For my team, Fan Jin and Dawn were the 'beasts of burden'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I got carried by a super nice way - I just sat on Fan Jin's back and she crawled over HAHAHAHA. Sha Men on the other hand, didn't get such good treatment, here's a short clip:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7PkLm5vfgk"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7PkLm5vfgk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can see her screaming or not?! The clip was cut because she wanted to slap me once her foot touched the floor. She's really evil, refused to help me take a drink, and in the end I took a drink for her instead!! I know, I'm nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After playing a lot of weird and funny games (such as hide and seek and other number games), it came to a horrifying game called blow-rain-blow or blow-wind-blow or something similar. It's where the person in the middle of the circle will say something like, "blow wind blow, blow everyone who is wearing spectacles". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then, everyone will have to leave their own seats and sit somewhere else other than their own seats, the person with no seats will be the next person who says the blow-wind-blow thing. People who are seatless for above 5 times got forfeit!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I had the most times, more than 10?!?!??!! Not my fault T-T I was really sleepy and they all purposely go sabo me, I was the only one holding a phone and Eunice said, "blow all those who are holding their phones" WHAT THE HECK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I, obviously had to do a forfeit. I feel stupid talking about it now man. I want to cry. Guess what they made me do when I refused to dance to Sexyback by Justin Timberlake?!?!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;The bunch of nice people made me catwalk around the crowded pool which is really very big, and I had to pose every 5 steps!! I had to redo it till they said 'ok'! How 'nice' is that?? There is a bridge across the pool, and I had to pose in the middle of the bridge for very long! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;Polluting the minds of innocent young kids in the pool okay. Elizabeth, the one who does not need to do forfeits and the one who was carrying her camera all around, videoed me, seriously you shouldn't visit her blog. I'll die of embarrassment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;Is that all? &lt;b&gt;NO.&lt;/b&gt; I had to ask for the handphone number of any guy at the pool and they were either all too young or with their wives. So evil! Want me get slapped ah?! And then I saw this Japanese guy and went over to ask for his number (duh I was forced). He didn't want to give me, awww, but I typed in a fake number in my phone and fooled them all! Wahahhahahhaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am still very pissed thinking about it. Catwalking all around the pool! How absurd is that?! Claudia didn't come too. (she went to Indo and abandoned me in Singapore) If she came, I am so sure that she will have to do forfeits too! Then I won't feel so alone. Poor me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that I hugged my knees and buried my head under my arms, and then they all thought I was crying, at least not so wu qing. I was actually laughing. Then we played games that I was more pro at, thank God! We played a game, called 'I have never'. You just list something you have never done and if someone else has done it they lose one life, everyone starts with 10 lives btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we changed it to 'I have', and I saboed everyone by saying "I have asked a random guy for his number before" Yo, they just forced me to. Haha they all were screaming at me. 4 hours passed just like that and then it was 5pm and I left. Genevieve gave us all a goodbye present! It's still not enough to pay for the pride I lost though. Mine, prettily wrapped: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256216409418492562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPHU-cn36pI/AAAAAAAAALo/FMx2huqfSFA/s320/Photo227.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello kitty!! Btw I was dressed decently - jeans!! *innocent look* One more warning: Never look at the video that Lizzy posts on her blog which has me catwalking!!! Or else will have &lt;strong&gt;karma&lt;/strong&gt;!! That's it for today! The haunting thoughts of the forfeit I did will no longer stay with me!! Hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3693051739714897070?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3693051739714897070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3693051739714897070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3693051739714897070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3693051739714897070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/genevieves-party.html' title='Genevieve&apos;s party'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPHYIaUAxgI/AAAAAAAAALw/VvHp26kTYnw/s72-c/Photo205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-8953852382332781713</id><published>2008-10-11T11:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:59:18.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muarji making</title><content type='html'>Happy belated birthday Jansen!! =D God bless you! Btw, I need to go to Malaysia today, and I'll be home only at around 12am or 1am, so I can't blog about Malaysia today (it's probably going to be boring anw). Elise can't follow me to Malaysia, so sad so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh btw today I (or maybe my mum) made some Muarji! (those white glutinous rice balls with peanuts on top) My mum just bought a new pan which cost a few hundred bucks so she want to use it, so she bought the glutinous flour and other ingredients to make the Muarji. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just add water to the glutinous flour and then mix and mix and mix till it becomes like dough. And then pour it in the pan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255738353613231410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPAiL7-DVTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/flDEdzsr3CE/s320/Photo043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It looks so white and nice leh &gt;.&lt;&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that, put peanuts or sugar or anything you like on it, oh ya I forgot you must add sesame oil while cooking the thing also. (Oh I feel so knowledgeable) After that it will look like....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255739082518347090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPAi2XWkvVI/AAAAAAAAALA/Y5hDBAs19yA/s320/Photo044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Very slipshod la, but still edible right?! Then I messed with it till it became like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255739534229722370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPAjQqG9VQI/AAAAAAAAALI/98-unBW9wvQ/s320/Photo045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*look of approval* Lol see I don't suck at cooking so much right! Mwahahhahhaa. I shall go eat them now, Byebye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-8953852382332781713?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/8953852382332781713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=8953852382332781713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8953852382332781713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/8953852382332781713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/muarji-making.html' title='Muarji making'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SPAiL7-DVTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/flDEdzsr3CE/s72-c/Photo043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-1635396060259684082</id><published>2008-10-10T19:48:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:19:31.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwoodsman cooking</title><content type='html'>Warning - Long post. My brother is so screwed he lost his phone! Btw today I got a lot of stupid things to tell you people! As usual, interesting stuff - later. Firstly, I am glad I went to school, I guess. Amazingly I managed to wake up so early in the morning although I didn't sleep for more than 3 hours! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brush teeth, wash face, bathe, all those boring stuff - let's skip it. We went to Camp Christine! Sweet memories there, or maybe not, there got so much insects! It was the place where we had our p5 camp. Btw for those who are blur we went there for backwoodsman cooking. We cooked pizza and chicken (eww). The bloody chicken was raw. And cold. And gross. Camp Christine: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255501944072288706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SO9LLFzNucI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jSdX6-mh3l8/s320/Photo163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cool I caught someone in mid-air! I rock~~ Anyway, Bella Chia freaking touched the chicken and messed with its inside (puke) and she idiot go chase me around with the raw chicken. (Please refer to the quote of the day, TODAY'S ONE) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to be in charged of the chicken but ended up holding the chicken (not with bare hands, with some wire thing). I was being all paranoid because the wire had marinade on it. Short conversation between me and Nicole:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Hey Nicole! Can you eat these pineapples although they look raw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nicole: Yes obviously. It's canned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: But before they can got cook anot?!?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nicole: It's only cooked on pizzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Oh why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nicole: Because it's a fruit!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And she carries on to call me stupid. But I really asked a lot of stupid questions haha. Oh by the way, we used fire to cook the chicken and pizza, and then there was this tripod stand thing where we would hang our chicken on. The thing used to hang the chicken, some wirey thing, was covered with aluminium foil at the sides, so it looked like a bell and was called some bell pot thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess what I said? I said, "Can you hear the ringing of the chicken?! Can you?" Friend looks at me, giving the blur look. I continue, "The bell pot! The chicken in the bell is ringing!! The bell is ringing!!" &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255508088329335650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SO9Qwu8P82I/AAAAAAAAAKY/gMr-GQEYSiw/s320/Photo172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The heat/smoke was seriously killing me lah, 3 fires!! I don't believe this, why the chicken take so long to cook? So absurd. Claudia, I, Eunice, and Elizabeth were bored so we went to the other side of the.. place, where we saw this stool thing (can't find a word), look at it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One lonely person (Elizabeth) on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504904627174002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SO9N3augOnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lLtPBUI478g/s320/Photo185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people (Elizabeth, me, Claudia), still can squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255505547073956866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SO9Oc0BwLAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/z6_iy-kukak/s320/Photo182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I looked stupid. 4 people now, (me, claudia, elizabeth, eunice) stupid photographer (sorry lol) take picture so slow, we keep falling off lor, super squashed but very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255505727439884866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SO9OnT8V0kI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BLDeRwvIFlQ/s320/Photo181.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahas. I mean, wait for chicken cook very bored whaaat. Pizza was cooked first, 30 minutes later only chicken finished cooking. Bella did most of the chicken stuff. Btw, only 6Q's chicken was edible! That is obviously, my class =D Pizza first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255506936692917138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SO9Ptswuw5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ASJCWayB4m0/s320/Photo173.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looks yummy right? Tastes .. okay la but still not as good as pizza hut's, of course. Chicken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255508264910333106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SO9Q7AwcJLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/piq0X3Ci6l0/s320/Photo187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bloody thing is stuffed okay! With sausages and stuff like that. Oh Bella rocks at stuffing chickens. The chicken look like superman!! See the muscles! Okay maybe it looks like Mr Muscle instead. I pinched a lot of it hehehe. Ended up eating a whole drumstick! and more! *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we left. Bella misses the place D= She's hugging the pole, and Tamisha giving the o-m-g look? Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255515109597504530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SO9XJbNB5BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wWowlOx4HOo/s320/Photo170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After school, me and Elizabeth aka Lizzy went to Claudia's house at Orchard road. We messed around for awhile at her house, and then went downstairs to prepare a prank xD Gona show the results of the prank and show the reactions soon! You &lt;strong&gt;musn't miss it. &lt;/strong&gt;It's so freaking hilarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that, we went to Borders to get Genenvieve's birthday present. Then we went to the shopping place upstairs Borders I don't know what it's called. We saw this shop called UrbanMale, but inside got female clothes lah, got two nice fleece jackets! One (blue color) says "I am PMSey" and the other (pink!! color) says "I had a boobjob" No I didn't say I wanted to wear it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Btw, guess what we saw it the front of the shop?!?!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255521667413203538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SO9dHI-IWlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VazqzbOnf4E/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No it is bloody not a tadpole, but it is the sick thing that your sick mind is thinking it is - a sperm. Claudia, me and Elizabeth were playing scissors paper stone, and the loser must go ask the shop keeper dude if it was a sperm. Loser = Elizabeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She lingered in that bloody shop trying to delay for so long. And then we pushed him in front of the guy. And cause there were two guys, then the conversation went,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha maybe she wants your number. (so ego. why would we want?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Umm yes? You have something to ask me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/strong&gt; Ohh no no nothing nothing.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy 2:&lt;/strong&gt; *stares blankly while looking at Claudia and me pushing Elizabeth*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ohh she actually wanted to ask you if that thing on the door *points* is a.. a sperm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes yes it's a sperm. Haha. (I think he spoke with some ang mor slang) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The end of the conversation!! Me, Claudia and that back outer Lizzy left the shop laughing. I feel super dumb lah, why I go help Lizzy ah?!! She owes me one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After that at around 4.30pm Lizzy and I left Claudia's house and left for Plaza Singapura, I half died walking to the MRT station. At the MRT station we saw some funny people doing funny things! But of course couldn't be bothered to video. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We bought another present at Plaza Singapura, and due to my exhaustion I settled for Mcdonalds ice cream and then went to KFC to eat. So fattening? My aim is to at least gain 3kg around there so it's okay. I'm 40kg btw! Mwahahahahaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then we took a bus home, the journey was so long we fell asleep for more than 40 minutes in the bus and we sleep till so sound somore! Proves that I was tired after all, since I slept so late yesterday night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You people click on the advertisements! &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Btw I just realized that since yesterday 6000 more people visited the stomp.com.sg thing (that video I was talking about yesterday) So amazing... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-1635396060259684082?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/1635396060259684082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=1635396060259684082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1635396060259684082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/1635396060259684082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/backwoodsman-cooking.html' title='Backwoodsman cooking'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SO9LLFzNucI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jSdX6-mh3l8/s72-c/Photo163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3367540813977505531</id><published>2008-10-09T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:24:03.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever heard of stomp.com.sg? If no, it is a website which is kind of like a.. forum? It shows a lot of funny and entertaining videos and lets people comment on them or something similar. Remember me talking about the woman I saw ranting to nobody on the MRT train? (If no, scroll down)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The video which my friend, Kshingz took, the one which has my face (sideview) in the video for more than 10 seconds, was posted on my brother's blog, &lt;a href="http://www.amosatlantis.com/"&gt;http://www.amosatlantis.com/&lt;/a&gt;, and someone stole it from him and posted it on Stomp (most probably). &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And thus, I am now on Stomp, wow, and the video is right there on the home page of Stomp, so everyone sees it, it has only been shown for less than a month and now has 17000+ views already!! Die lah, I feel so paiseh. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The most 'awesome' thing is that they totally changed the story! The old woman was talking to herself, but on Stomp, they said that he was screaming at a guy and scolding him sissy because he didn't give up his seat for her! Omg the story is 180 degrees turned. Think I'm lying? Go look for yourself! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=37762"&gt;http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/singaporeseen/viewContent.jsp?id=37762&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually it's kind of hilarious, seeing someone scold a guy sissy because he don't want let her have his seat. How did the 'Stomper' get the idea?! She was screaming about going to court what! And she was not screaming at anybody in front of her! Such a drastic change. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, if my brother earns any money from this video, he is so going down man. Credit also don't go to him! Oh ya this just proves that going out with your friends to places by yourselves without any parents is fun and meaningful, and you get to see 'special' things! Yay? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since I went out by myself I learnt so many things! Like how to take MRT. And how to read MRT maps. And how to bargain at Bugis street. And a lot of random things. Looking forward to going to sentosa.. Or quote Elise 'sensosa'.. Can I don't go to school tomorrow? I seriously don't want to go for the backwoodsman cooking thing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, if you tell me that it can let me gain new experience, haven't we done that before in p5 camp? I suck at cooking and have no interest in cooking also! And I hate mosquitoes - that place is flooded with mosquitoes I think, what if kena Dengue fever?! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to eat the horrendous food that I cook too. How nice can it get? As nice as our canteen's food? (which apparently is not very nice). Sighs. I shall just go, and wear skinny jeans (gray denim skinny!) since I can't find other better pants to wear. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, I don't know why I was nightmaring that there was going to be PSLE tomorrow, see how much I miss PSLE? =D I'm gona go call someone now, cya~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3367540813977505531?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3367540813977505531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3367540813977505531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3367540813977505531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3367540813977505531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/stomp.html' title='Stomp!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-9042783405122406590</id><published>2008-10-08T18:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:31:00.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, the title of the post is not PSLE science! It's PSLE's over! I'm so laughing at you higher chinese pupils. Wahahhhahhahaaa. Okay la someone just spoilt my mood, she super unreasonable! Don't want talk about it, my dream liddat kena smashed already, at least Jansen made my day?! *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school I went home, then went out with Elise, and Michelle (who pangseh us in less than 2 hours). Then me and Elise went to AMK hub, quite boring la, but we noticed that there were a lot of guys who look like girls or issit vice versa sitting at the fountain, oolala? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We bought JellyBeans! One of them said "bubblegum", then Elise was munching on it, then I stupidly said,"Be careful! Don't swallow! It's bubblegum!"You know what? -.-" It's bubblegum flavour and not bubblegum, why I so stupid?! Then she was like, really? I said, "try blowing bubbles =D" She smart never listen to my nonsense. I feel so absurd! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we bought some sweets that look like raspberries, I think they stuck little beady stuff onto a sweet, and she was like, "What do you think of this, nice right?" My idiotic, redundant reply was, "This thing is interesting, it &lt;strong&gt;feels &lt;/strong&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;raspberries&lt;/strong&gt;, it &lt;strong&gt;looks&lt;/strong&gt; like &lt;strong&gt;raspberries&lt;/strong&gt;, but it &lt;strong&gt;tastes&lt;/strong&gt; like a &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt; you know!!" Yes totally redundant. Lalalaaaa ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was broke so I only bought one shirt. Black one! Cause Elise say she want me wear black to church on Sunday. I made her buy this super nice baked potato (which appeared on tv before! I realized only today). My sense of smell so good right? Can smell my way to the shop. She very filial leh, buy back some for her parents. And also sister. And rest of family? Then they like it a lot! I rock~~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No pictures D= I was bored so I made her guess a shop with this grand name, the answer is.... Triumph! sorry I was bored!! Btw, I wonder if people can get drunk on coffee? Cause it seems like I did just now... So scary! In the end we were bored so went back to Lot 1, to the LIBRARY. I told you guys that I was studious! So many people don't believe me, I'm so sad. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay I admit I went there to fool around and enjoy the air con and sit on the floor. But I flipped through some books? Comics are books too right?! I was trying to refrain from laughing, but I ended doing everything I'm not supposed to do in the library etc. laugh out loud and talking on the phone and eating... ? &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I super excited suddenly! Although I slept yesterday -&gt; woke up early today -&gt; never nap today, I'm not tired! Sense of euphoria man! No not cause of PSLE over, sadly, I feel depressed thinking of it, I miss PSLE D= (meant for hcl pupils lol). Joking dude/dudettes I shan't be so mean, God bless everyone for their exams! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-9042783405122406590?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/9042783405122406590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=9042783405122406590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/9042783405122406590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/9042783405122406590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/psles-over.html' title='PSLE&apos;s over'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-6167660775704707463</id><published>2008-10-07T12:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:01:09.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Holy shit. Why must rain? I was literally bathing under the rain. My evil twin Claudia kept tugging onto her umbrella, making me all wet. She left me with less 'umbrella-space' than her bag!! I was drenched, totally. And then I couldn't bother to go take the bus so I stayed under the overhead bridge, trying to hail a taxi, and I had NO UMBRELLA since Claudia abandoned me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Luckily Marianne let me stay under her umbrella for awhile while I was trying to hail a taxi. (apparently most were hired and the ones that weren't just ignored me) Can I complain to the taxi company? Because no taxi freaking wanted me. Okay that sounds kinda wrong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I gave up trying to stay dry. I'm so happy I brought my waterproof bag because if I brought my Billabong bag I can say bye bye to it already. Finally, after so freaking long, a taxi stopped. I didn't mind although it was those old old toyota crown taxis because at least I can stay dry?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The driver was nice enough to ask me whether I needed the air con to be offed since I was soaking wet unlike the other freaking taxi drivers who ignored me. I was waving my hands franctically like I was mad like that. I seriously wanted to go stand in the middle of the road so some taxi would stop!! %&amp;amp;*#&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Chinese PSLE was hard, but the composition was super nice and easy! I was dramatic as usual. I hope I didn't 'li ti' which means go out of point(if u're non-chinese). I minused 1 mark for Chinese so far but duh that's impossible. One mark only?! I can only dream and wait long long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I saw a few of my old school friends, and one of them were freaking wearing blue lens. He keep lying say its not lens, I not so stupid lor! He's a malay btw. His eyes looked so blue and .. big? *jealous* I was like 'Where got Malay eyes blue color one!' and he was like 'Ohh uhh my eyes got infection' Kanasai ._. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea, Remember that I once told you I saw this woman screaming at nobody (her reflection?) in an MRT train? Yea here's a short, not-so-high quality video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Byj9Kc7C6Zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Byj9Kc7C6Zc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think she was saying something like,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wo gen ni men yi yang de shen fen leh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shuo chu lai le wo yao ni men huan (wo na shi)? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni men yao wo na shi gen ni men shang fa ting shi ma? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wo na shi jiu gen ni men shang fa ting!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wo na shi de nu er shi zhe yang zi de ma?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Very scary. Nobody dared to look at her! I didn't see any bluetooth thing in her ear btw. That was only a short part of the whole thing, she said a lot a lot of things, mostly about going to court and all that. Ahhh *freak out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nN829IyRWSc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nN829IyRWSc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another video! O-m-g her reaction is so funny! See how she attempts to throw her slipper at the video-er(not me)! MRT stations are such entertaining places yea? Okay did I catch a cold from the rain? Cause I feel cold and hot at the same time, if I don't go to school tomorrow you-know-why D= Cya~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-6167660775704707463?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/6167660775704707463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=6167660775704707463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6167660775704707463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6167660775704707463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/psle-chinese.html' title='PSLE Chinese'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-3765794327801515819</id><published>2008-10-06T13:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:33:32.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE Maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is such a disappointing day, I think I slapped myself for almost 20 times because I flunked Maths PSLE. Don't ask me how many marks I lost I'd probably kill myself (or at least 20 ants) if you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During maths I was so distracted I thought of a lot of random stuff. Like how somebody from my church kept repeating "Maths is gona kill you". It kept playing in my mind for like.. more than 50 times! Maths kill me.. I kill her more likely!! Hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess although I flunked the supposedly very easy maths paper (thanks to my damn mindset) I still gotta thank God.. *tries to smile* I don't believe it I spent 20 minutes trying to figure out how to convert a fraction to a decimal. wow me. Digress!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Uniforms are made to make people look ugly" quoted Elizabeth. So true. Why can't uniforms just be more.. I don't need it to be fashionable. just more nicer-looking will do. So torturous to wear uniforms. *ugly ugly ugly* Oh speaking about ugly I think my ugly short nails grew longer. Now its half of its initial length, around 0.5cm. At least now not so useless D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG. Guess what? My brother just shaved his head * screams * He looks like a monk okay! Or like those cartoon characters fighting in kungfu cartoons.(ikkaku or however u spell it from bleach?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh heck I tried touching his bald head and I almost got a heart attack. It feels seriously scary, so bald! Just like Eunice Yau's dog who needs a wig. I wonder if people sells wigs for bald dogs who just shaved. I mean, why not? o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I want a new hair cut too! My fringe is too long and ugly and my hair is too long. I want a totally new hair cut! Mwahahhahahaa. And maybe I'll highlight my hair? Now I am totally oblivious to the fact that it is PSLE Chinese tomorrow, sighs, maybe it's better this way, because I haven't been doing anything close to revising / studying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I'm gona start reading through all my compositions now? =D Go click on the ads if you're free&gt;&gt;&gt; Thank you~ (I'm gona post the video of the woman screaming at nobody on the MRT tomorrow together with other interesting ones) ^.^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-3765794327801515819?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/3765794327801515819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=3765794327801515819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3765794327801515819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/3765794327801515819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/psle-maths.html' title='PSLE Maths'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-6450944428998612253</id><published>2008-10-05T15:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:13:28.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures</title><content type='html'>3 more days to my &lt;strong&gt;end of year holidays!&lt;/strong&gt; Mwahhaha I'm mocking you juniors. Oh btw I'm so high because I got 21 million plus for that bell game in orisinal.com!! Super high right? And it's on my first try using this computer! Don't believe? I took screenshot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253569643647568994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SOhtwZxjjGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZzFkdV0L6rg/s320/orisinal+bunny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bows gracefully upon hearing loud applause* I feel so happy! I've recently heard from someone that you shouldn't drink chicken essence on the days of examinations but drink beer. Is it true? Maybe I should try it out tomorrow since I have a few cans of beer in the fridge =D Nah I'll probably start dreaming even more. Oh if anyone tries must tell me the result! (no lying) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so bored I've already planned where I'm going on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday! I shall visit every single nice shopping centre in Singapore although I'm so bankrupt. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw my friend's sister wearing a nice pink watch today I'm &lt;span style="color:#33cc33;"&gt;GREEN WITH ENVY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253571971273857042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SOhv3426GBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6PMoyGWoNEw/s320/Photo153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to her its only $10! So if any kind soul sees it (must be exactly the same one!) must buy for me! The pink is such a nice pink! What's there not to like? Oh btw I saw something else :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253573220723081538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SOhxAna0QUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JfFGm9njKEQ/s320/Photo149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELIC ANGEL?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253572950749957602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SOhww5sNTeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eXH_0VkhgG4/s320/Photo150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WEARING A G-STRING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*looks can be so bloody deceiving* I'm not sick! I'm merely quoting someone.Yea and I also saw something else!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253574799569614066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SOhychFKdPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/X8IyPuRyIhc/s320/jansen+photocopy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jansen photo copy service! So interesting to see my friend's name on the board (whatever it's called) of some shop! Yes people I'm admitting that I know someone called Jansen. I feel so intrigued. Is there any shop named after me? I hope that it sells pink or cute stuff! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I bet more than 50% of the people reading this post hates pink right? Sorry I guess. Pink is such a nice and bright colour! Why don't like?! If you're a guy then I guess its understandable if you hate pink, but why some girls die die hate pink? Got that girly/ugly meh? So ridiculous!! Sighs I'm gona do my maths now (I'm super studious!=D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Btw, for people who refuse to tag on my cbox if you visit my blog do me a favour and click on the advertisements at the right hand side of the blog &gt;&gt;&gt; can go read stuff and learn the latest trends?!! Thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-6450944428998612253?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/6450944428998612253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=6450944428998612253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6450944428998612253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6450944428998612253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-pictures.html' title='Random pictures'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0sMprO9QJA/SOhtwZxjjGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZzFkdV0L6rg/s72-c/orisinal+bunny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-6601649774074583722</id><published>2008-10-04T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:44:49.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquering boredom!</title><content type='html'>I was bored and thus went to this website: &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/makeup/6353/bored.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/makeup/6353/bored.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It tells you what you should do if you're incredibly bored. I doubt anyone will visit it because this is the exam period, but some stuff in there is really hilarious and I think I can pick up some to do if I have extra time during my exams? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;1) Measure things&lt;br /&gt;2) Find out how close you can get your elbow to your mouth&lt;br /&gt;3) Make imaginary friends (quietly, duh)&lt;br /&gt;4) Stare at people through a fork and pretend they're in jail (through my fingers during exams?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So interesting! I think I like the last one best :D Yea and I saw this super dumb one which asks you to laugh uncontrollably for 3 minutes and then stop suddenly and look suspiciously at everyone staring at you. Imagine that! Surely make it to youtube right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh btw I received this seriously sick sms from some sicko some time ago. Yea and it's meant for horny guys and not innocent girls like me D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Due to the recent milk scandal in China, all men out there (especially potentially horny guys) are advised to be extremely cautious when sucking the breasts of China Girls.Might contain Melamine" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O_O I'd rather not talk about it. Digress --&gt; I ate a $113 seafood dinner :D Which was still super delicious although someone didn't want to buy me chilli crab. The scallops were damn x 100 nice. *I gained one more kg =D*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently there is some guan yin person tagging on my cbox ._. He/she should convert to be a Christian because God is real and God is good. Yes maybe that person thinks that I'm a super bad example of a christian and thus decides not to convert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That is wrong because duh, everyone is imperfect right? You should look at God, not me! (read the bible) By the way I am &lt;strong&gt;not insulting anyone's religion currently.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jesus is God, why not believe in Him? Haven't you heard of the many miracles that He performed? Also, haven't you heard of "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."? Why give up eternal life? I can promise that you won't regret converting, ever. God bless you~ =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless all of you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-6601649774074583722?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/6601649774074583722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=6601649774074583722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6601649774074583722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6601649774074583722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/conquering-boredom.html' title='Conquering boredom!'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97476792968733272.post-6765739076712978294</id><published>2008-10-03T23:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:40:23.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yo, it's Evonne here again =D Today was PSLE English! I was super relaxed, it felt as if I was on holiday. I was dreaming (while sleeping) about going to &lt;strong&gt;Genting Highlands&lt;/strong&gt; during English Paper 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that there was this pink shop selling all kinds of lolipops?! And then I bought a pink lol(l)ipop which had a smiley face on it! Very cute okay! (Is there even such a shop is real life Genting?o_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming so much I lost 3 marks because of it (in synthesis and vocabulary mcq). Anyway I still must thank God okay! Because he kinda answered my prayers :D &lt;strong&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to Mcdonalds (unhealthy place) to eat with Elizabeth and Eunice. They anyhow dump wasabi powder in my chilli sauce! I think I sweared a heck load of times. I was like "****". Then "double ****" when I realized that my hand got powder and chillisauce. Then "triple ****" when I cannot wipe it off with the receipt. Then "quadruple ****" when they pissed me off more! Then I stopped cause I didn't know how to say 5, and Eunice was laughing so hard she was choking on her Mcflurry I didn't want to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I noticed that the phrase 'After PSLE' can be heard more than 100 times a day. I have been wondering what I should do after PSLE. I am at a total lost. Some people are totally desperate to use the computer they said they will play computer games from day to night after PSLE. I freaking do that EVERYDAY it has became a daily routine and I am already bored of it, nothing much to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others say that after PSLE they can go out with their friends to places like Bugis or Orchard road to shop and take neoprints. Isn't that what I do now? Still nothing special from my life before PSLE! Others say that after PSLE they have no stress, I have no stress now. Some say can sleep late, now also can! Goodness now I don't see any difference before PSLE and after PSLE, except that I can go overseas after PSLE! *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed another thing - time seems to past super fast. First thing it was the start of the year where I was just trying to adjust to my new classroom, then all the projects started coming in, then Prelims, and now its already PSLE! So amazing, another 3 more days of PSLE to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, when I went to Bugis with Kshingz that day, we asked a China saleswoman to guess our age. Guess what she said??? Very absurd answer, but yes still under 20. She said ..........................................&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;19!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you should say 'OMG' and 'WHAT THE HECK'. That is 7 years of difference from my actual age. Initially, I thought the oldest I could appear to be like was 16, seems like I am very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its not her fault I guess, its because she came from China so she don't really know how to tell the different ages here in Singapore. But still she didn't have to give me a heartattack! Okay it's truce because I gave her a heart attack too when I said that I was twelve :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday everyone! Must relax and smile and be happy! I'm so high because I thought that today is Monday but turns out that it is Friday! Is my mind so screwed up? Yea lack of sleep is the cause of this. Goodnight everyone! Time for my beauty sleep =D mwahahhahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97476792968733272-6765739076712978294?l=ltn-evon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/feeds/6765739076712978294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=97476792968733272&amp;postID=6765739076712978294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6765739076712978294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97476792968733272/posts/default/6765739076712978294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltn-evon.blogspot.com/2008/10/psle-english.html' title='PSLE English'/><author><name>Evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407598080326249999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
