<?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-5156055189491080647</id><updated>2012-02-06T02:31:23.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><subtitle type='html'>though your heart is breaking</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>399</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-2003317201173185321</id><published>2012-02-06T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:35:50.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My obsessions; Motherchucker and more</title><content type='html'>I watch alot of shows every week.&lt;br /&gt;US dramas, Taiwan variety and Korean Variety.&lt;br /&gt;With the occasional TW or Korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, every week, I'm watching an episode of Fringe, Gossip Girl, Pretty Little Liars, Glee (US Dramas), 1 Night 2 Days (Korean Variety) and Skip Beat! (TW drama). And 100% Entertainment (TW Variety) everyday from Monday to Saturday. HOW FREAKING OBSESSED AM I? But on the other hand, I don't watch TV because it just bores me. No idea why but it seems to cast a sleeping spell over me every single time I sit in front of that box. So I'll just go online and wait eagerly at the stipulated upload time and WAIT. Then watch it immediately. For the US and Korean shows I'm just 1 day slower than the broadcast date and 30mins slower for the TW shows. Siao right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to combine and talk about everything I watch but I think that would be way too much. So I'm just gonna talk about the US dramas I watch and why I love them. I'll try to include as LITTLE spoilers as possible. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fringe, GG, PLL and Glee just started their new seasons after the winter break, so I'm pretty excited with what's gonna happen in the shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, &lt;b&gt;Glee&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLmUaXK3RpM/Ty1aCXBvgYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LnBb8tFsRn8/s1600/the_cast_of_glee_1216924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cLmUaXK3RpM/Ty1aCXBvgYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LnBb8tFsRn8/s1600/the_cast_of_glee_1216924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, who hasn't heard of Glee? Even if you say you don't know any of the cast or songs, you probably heard the songs playing over radios, in shops, events... Well, practically everywhere. At least, in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we move on to the songs. They are good. Though they might have trashed some of the classics, but most of them are pretty awesome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5WxPyUzWSPA?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop believing", one of their absolute classic classic. Journey was great and they didn't trash this song. And look at how much they've changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3hvRSif1VV8?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Dream. How can ANYBODY not fall in love with Blaine, seriously. He's so cute and geeky-styled and sings so damn well. Also, can I mention that I'm absolutely NOT jealous of Kurt? They are so adorable together and I don't think anybody can not not approve this relationship. Who cares if they are gay? There's gotta be something wrong with you if you're still against homosexuality in this time and age. It's 2012 for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, is it weird that I'm super supportive of the 2 gay couples (Kurt &amp;amp; Blaine, Santana &amp;amp; Brittany) but not at all of all the straight couplings? I mean, the straight couples, get together and break all the time that it's ridiculous. And boring. The gay couples are so much more cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyway, back to Glee. I was watching the first episode after their season break. Season 3 I think. And I thought it sucked. It was the Yes/No episode and I found it sooooooo boring. Not much storyline at all. Wasn't very interested in the songs too. But they saved it with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PCDAxeuJn6I?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Found Love. The original version by Rihanna was good, but the music video? Sucked to the very core of a rotten banana. This version by Glee was so happy and fitting with the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting the next episode to suck too, until I read news that it'll be an episode on Michael (Jackson), and I was half thinking that it would suck. Seriously, I don't think covers can really live up to MJ's songs. Really, who can sing an MJ song better than the man himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. Sort of. The renditions were good, they didn't surpass him, of course, but gave them a new flavor. Black or White was amazing, but my favourite had to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zo3xILLqY-U?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth Criminal by Santana (sexiest lesbian ever) and Sebastian (evil gay)! Love the "Annie are you ok" part. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Glee is a good drama. Bullying plays a huge role in the show and Kurt (so adorable!) is kinda like the posterboy. It's a show about growing up, etcetera. It follows a loser-to-winner plot, since all the Glee members are losers and en route to a brighter future, evidenced by the latest episode. Each and every cast member are so good. Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Britanny and Quinn are my absolute favorite. Rachel and Finn are just, kinda boring, at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even read that some people get out of their depression by watching Glee. Wow. So go watch it if you aren't. So far I haven't heard anyone say they hate Glee. Normally the people who don't watch are just too deep into Kpop.&lt;b&gt; Most of them&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just in case, you know, I get shit hurled at me for saying that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;b&gt;Fringe&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOXs4-rE6uc/Ty1aBkTxYtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/737aC5fBo0Q/s1600/fringe-101-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOXs4-rE6uc/Ty1aBkTxYtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/737aC5fBo0Q/s400/fringe-101-logo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna talk much about Fringe. Since it'll probably spoil your experience if you decide to watch it after reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to say, this show is so mindfuckingly good. And gross.&lt;br /&gt;After watching one season of Flashback (which was good too, but not recommended because it got cut and everything just hangs in the middle. Meh. Fuck you whoever stopped the show), I found myself wanting more sci-fi. And Fringe was the antidote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember watching the first episode. I was having my dinner and I almost lost my appetite. It was so so disgusting. But I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first season was more of a case-by-case type, but the plot thickens in Season 2 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the theories so amazing. They are un-real but all the scientific terms were so cool and made it so possible. If only they exist... This world will probably be more fun. Maybe it does but every government has a secret Fringe-like division to protect the public?! *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a sci-fi drama, it gives ample amount of humour, mostly provided by Walter Bishop, the senile but exceedingly smart scientist. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Olivia: How long is this going to take?&lt;br /&gt;Walter: Miss Dunham, what we're doing, what you have asked me to do, is pushing the boundaries of all that is real and possible. We're not roasting a turkey.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Peter: She had a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;Olivia: No, I could smell the platform. I saw her baby staring at me. I saw her face before I saw the news. How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;Walter: Opium?&lt;/blockquote&gt;The lovey-dovey parts are given in small dosages, and sticks to the plot and gives insight into each character, which is good, so you don't go "wtf is this shit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps you thinking and wanting to solve each case before the cast does it for you. So this the definitely one of the better American sci-fi dramas out there. Well, it has gotten me up hooked till Season 4, and I'm still wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/29bSzbqZ3xE?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case you want something that won't make you think so much, you should read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UeqwCX9mLKc/Ty1uKC9R1QI/AAAAAAAAAHA/e-Mjn4UmOn0/s1600/PrettyLittleLiars111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UeqwCX9mLKc/Ty1uKC9R1QI/AAAAAAAAAHA/e-Mjn4UmOn0/s400/PrettyLittleLiars111.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought PLL would be your usual chick-bitchy type of show, but boy, was I wrong. Let's say this is rather like CSI+Gossip Girl. So the Queen Bee, Allison got killed, and these 4 girls were receiving weird texts from someone named A, saying that secrets shared only between Alli and the four of them will be revealed unless they does what A says. But Allison's dead so who could be A? Unlike Fringe, it starts off on the main storyline right away, them reuniting over the coffin, meeting mishaps. Like Gossip Girl, each of them meet guys and well, you know what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of the plot is that the lovey-dovey parts integrates perfectly with the dark force. And some episodes are so creepy that I get freaked out easily when I hear noises at night. Each episode links to one another, and gets you thinking, "Who is A?" the mysterious frenemy who might be Allison's killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FF-XT41CKs/Ty1uIWDnTsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ojwiwqNGX8Q/s1600/alison+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3FF-XT41CKs/Ty1uIWDnTsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ojwiwqNGX8Q/s320/alison+5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Allison by the way, whom I think is really pretty. (She's only fifteen I think!) And a real meal bitch in the show. Slightly insane if I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four other girls are pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0jQR0sqerE/Ty1uJLSnyPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BJ-780R_oRM/s1600/Fashionable-Pretty_Little_Liars_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0jQR0sqerE/Ty1uJLSnyPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BJ-780R_oRM/s400/Fashionable-Pretty_Little_Liars_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria, Hanna, Spencer and Emily, from left to right.&lt;br /&gt;I love the stuff they wear and they have distinct personalities, which means distinct fashion and style. ;)&lt;br /&gt;It's also amazing how 4 girls like that can be best friends. The power of sharing secrets eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each episode is exciting and very interesting. They don't deviate much from the main plot and A just keeps getting creepier, sending them "chucky-dolls", quoted from Hanna in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is a book series, unfortunately, I was too curious for my own good and googled "Who is A", and I got the answer promptly. Which sucks. Because I spoiled the entire drama for myself. So I'm hoping for a deviation from the books. But I'm still sticking to the show because I find it intriguing how they are getting closer to finding out who's A each time but A still is one step ahead of them. Some mastermind we've got her. Like Fringe, it makes you think, and think back and try to find out who's the&amp;nbsp;perpetrator, but with relationships thrown in. Good thing is, the relationships make the story seem real. 4 pretty girls having to juggle their love life, school and a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you want a show that doesn't make you think at all, we have now come to the final&amp;nbsp;installment&amp;nbsp;of this super long blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gossip Girl&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYzvc9b9YWg/Ty6qnD-0idI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rbnATgcYFk0/s1600/gossip-girl-poster1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jYzvc9b9YWg/Ty6qnD-0idI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rbnATgcYFk0/s320/gossip-girl-poster1.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the great New York city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been running for 5 seasons already. So no matter what you prudes say, it's still a highly&amp;nbsp;successful&amp;nbsp;drama.&amp;nbsp;Here, I get my dosage of chick-flick, bitchiness, cat-fights, hot guys, NYC and famous brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pinpoint the storyline of Gossip Girl, but it just grows on you. (Sounds weird...) But for 5 years, the cast have gone through high school etc into the working world, with the drama and crazy stuff, under the scrutiny of NYC and Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to live their lives since they just splurge whenever they want. Seriously, Chanel in a normal shopping trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion is a big part of Gossip Girl, and I love Blair's style. Clean, serious and high-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HITirJ4VANo/Ty6pWMGEe8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/OKj8GbMUCPI/s1600/tumblr_lik8mvVHPJ1qdecz6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HITirJ4VANo/Ty6pWMGEe8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/OKj8GbMUCPI/s320/tumblr_lik8mvVHPJ1qdecz6o1_500.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Prim and proper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGsG2SOxEn0/Ty6YfEdWqTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1RCnaz3deYs/s1600/b-Blair-Waldorf-looks--4de0b1d524e7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGsG2SOxEn0/Ty6YfEdWqTI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1RCnaz3deYs/s400/b-Blair-Waldorf-looks--4de0b1d524e7.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdSXQrFdOkQ/Ty6YfkOY-4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/unQlYdMqhh4/s1600/blair-dresses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdSXQrFdOkQ/Ty6YfkOY-4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/unQlYdMqhh4/s400/blair-dresses.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my favorite in the show. The queen B(itch) who can scheme up pretty good, but still pretty awesome towards her friends and loves so deeply. She has some of the best quotes. "He has too many PhDs, they cancel each other out and make him a moron." She's so pretty and cute too! And she's living a dream, sort of, up till the 100th episode so far. Not gonna spoil it for you girls out there. (because I know very little guys watch GG, most of them think it's a girl's thing, whatever, you're missing out on all the pretty girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCr1QomYVrk/Ty6Ygyez9SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mUBAqV7g8J4/s1600/gossip_girl-look_serena-e-blair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCr1QomYVrk/Ty6Ygyez9SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mUBAqV7g8J4/s320/gossip_girl-look_serena-e-blair.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serena&lt;/b&gt;'s style&amp;nbsp;is different from Blair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIx2oitUNp4/Ty6pQdjAHxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9jt8B0kqrLo/s1600/My-Love-Serena-serena-van-der-woodsen-17863985-747-914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIx2oitUNp4/Ty6pQdjAHxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9jt8B0kqrLo/s320/My-Love-Serena-serena-van-der-woodsen-17863985-747-914.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has more of a laid-back look sometimes, the type that will look good in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aOEXnIjbKw/Ty6pTDzMibI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UQoCtjUrPU4/s1600/serena.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aOEXnIjbKw/Ty6pTDzMibI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UQoCtjUrPU4/s400/serena.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her character. Boring. At first I thought she was the main lead character but she's become so typical and predictable. Always jumping from one guy to another guy, Nate, Dan, Damien and so many more. From Season 1 to 4, 5, her&amp;nbsp;presence&amp;nbsp;have been reduced to a side character. I do like her best-friend thing with Blair, it's so sweet. But her choices in guys are so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jenny Humphrey&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HtWrQKM0K2U/Ty6qo9wQgyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XXQDWJd7P6k/s1600/taylor_momsen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HtWrQKM0K2U/Ty6qo9wQgyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XXQDWJd7P6k/s1600/taylor_momsen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character who has the most changes, (and in real life too, I think). Her changes can be seen from the growing amount of black liner she puts around her eyes. I love her sense of style in the later episodes, and how she has evolved, in terms of fashion. Absolutely loved the designs that Jenny did. Starting she was just clean, and naive, a sweet little teen. The drama she went through in NYC just kinda made her evil, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgy9I5jYT34/Ty6qodPgc-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/iV6ylYnrQRI/s1600/jenny-humphrey_20598_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgy9I5jYT34/Ty6qodPgc-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/iV6ylYnrQRI/s400/jenny-humphrey_20598_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Season 1, I think, or 2, when she was just Dan's lil sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDuMxsdqcRk/Ty6qmHTMvTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_wt8mseMaMo/s1600/gg7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDuMxsdqcRk/Ty6qmHTMvTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_wt8mseMaMo/s400/gg7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Season 2 or 3? Climbing up to the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8JLsz1KIsV0/Ty6qlbZOxII/AAAAAAAAAIk/8axvaTGnXgg/s1600/005634701b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8JLsz1KIsV0/Ty6qlbZOxII/AAAAAAAAAIk/8axvaTGnXgg/s400/005634701b1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Holy shit, the new Queen B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But she's a social climber, all the way to take over Blair's role as the Queen B(itch), but obviously Blair remains as the absolute&amp;nbsp;matriarch. She then booted Jenny all the way outside NYC and out of the show, since nobody mentions her now. Sadly. Jenny was one of the favorite character to watch. I think I read somewhere that Taylor Momsen (the actress) had some fight with the director. Oh well, too bad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Momsen's a pretty good singer too! Check out Make Me Wanna Die and Light Me Up by her band, The Pretty Reckless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna talk about the other characters like Vanessa (she sucks, worst character in TV history) or Georgina (not enough things to write about, but she's interesting and brings a new vibe to the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna talk about Dan or Nate either. Can they be anymore boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are left with who else, but the motherchucker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am &lt;b&gt;Chuck Bass&lt;/b&gt;," the devil's pet phrase, which is the reason for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJHSKW75RQw/Ty6pT2skusI/AAAAAAAAAII/2jGSvrHsImQ/s1600/tumblr_l8b8y85C1G1qbr75bo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pJHSKW75RQw/Ty6pT2skusI/AAAAAAAAAII/2jGSvrHsImQ/s400/tumblr_l8b8y85C1G1qbr75bo1_400.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say he's sexy as hell? Starting off the series, I didn't find him appealing, and was such a bastard, but I did admit he's a hot bastard. Then as with all other girls that watches Gossip Girl, I fell head over heels for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5r-AHIxfcG8/Ty6pP1rccHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bTnU0kLdeT0/s1600/ead8c302_chuck_bass_ed_westwick_style_icon_inspiration_st.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5r-AHIxfcG8/Ty6pP1rccHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bTnU0kLdeT0/s320/ead8c302_chuck_bass_ed_westwick_style_icon_inspiration_st.jpeg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's British. But perfects the American accent and talks in a super low &amp;amp; husky voice, even he sounds good with his British accent. Ed Westwick and Chuck Bass are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His character is fabulous too, from a playboy, to someone devoted to love, then destroyed by his family, till giving up on love and doing everything he can to keep Blair, why, Gossip Girl is mainly about Blair and Chuck, and probably what anybody wants to know about. Blair and Chuck are The Couple of Gossip Girl, nobody cares about who else gets together anymore. From when they first got together, I think the main storyline has been all about them. It has to be one of the best love stories ever, albeit neverending. But how can one just see them settle down? It's New York City afterall, with all the drama. (And high-end shops and L&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;adur&lt;em style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;é&lt;/em&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOO62FxyNx8/Ty6pUeU4xLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rrwCk4n7Mqo/s1600/tumblr_liharhXh8E1qexccvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOO62FxyNx8/Ty6pUeU4xLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rrwCk4n7Mqo/s400/tumblr_liharhXh8E1qexccvo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their love is amazing, and crazy. You'll never be able to find this kind of love in any other series, one that spans 5 seasons and counting and STILL doesn't make you bored. It makes your heart thump, wrench, break but never still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aKG6ZucW5IA?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The very first season's trailer, whoa, brings back memories. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RrZuqizwqBU?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Season 5's promo, the latest season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So for girls out there, do watch it! You'll never regret watching 5 seasons of Chuck Bass. And guys, I think you'll be surprised if you watch Gossip Girl, don't think it's entirely a chick series, I know guys who watch it and enjoy it. There are good looking girls in it afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that's it, end of the post that I took hours to write. ;) Hope y'all like it, keep it lookout for upcoming parts on the other shows I watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2003317201173185321?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2003317201173185321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2003317201173185321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2003317201173185321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2003317201173185321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-obsessions-motherchucker-and-more.html' title='My obsessions; Motherchucker and more'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327775855323773994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-cLmUaXK3RpM/Ty1aCXBvgYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LnBb8tFsRn8/s72-c/the_cast_of_glee_1216924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-2613479552941190899</id><published>2012-01-19T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:27:43.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures &amp; Captions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Been writing way too much on this space, my previous post had almost 2k words! I don't even know how I got up to so much, I just typed. I do like blogging, it's some form of release. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So anyway, photobomb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nU_02zMnFVI/Txf0T4XV1fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BjqKwSbypYk/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nU_02zMnFVI/Txf0T4XV1fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BjqKwSbypYk/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE7vIqoEf20/Txf0U0_lvBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0NjSj-5CY9M/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE7vIqoEf20/Txf0U0_lvBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0NjSj-5CY9M/s320/013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jo, Sherry and me out on Jolene's 19th birthday. Along with Weikang and his brother.&lt;br /&gt;Weikang's leaving to intern in US for Disneyland in March. So jealous! ):&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't seen Sophia for so long. The last I saw her was on 31st Dec 2011.&lt;br /&gt;It's been what, 20 days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDAuKcqhwD4/Txf0YCU9ZmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FfOeRldzvKU/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDAuKcqhwD4/Txf0YCU9ZmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FfOeRldzvKU/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sugary madness from Candylicious. 50cents per pack.&lt;br /&gt;Probably cause diabetes but they are so yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xKoda7KnPI/Txf0dtKRLrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/V1nXC5k_Jcw/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xKoda7KnPI/Txf0dtKRLrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/V1nXC5k_Jcw/s320/012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally got a coffeebean card!&lt;br /&gt;Not a fan of Starbucks because I find SB way too sweet for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;I drink at coffeebean every other day.&lt;br /&gt;It's a high chance you might find me sitting at AMK Hub's after 4pm on weekdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRnKvldIr08/Txf7gV0OFCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SHtm7jaRUmw/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BRnKvldIr08/Txf7gV0OFCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SHtm7jaRUmw/s320/013.JPG" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ5ZRp1oD2w/Txf0kHEX0eI/AAAAAAAAAFc/C_Yo3PktXqE/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ5ZRp1oD2w/Txf0kHEX0eI/AAAAAAAAAFc/C_Yo3PktXqE/s320/002.JPG" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All my makeup stuff I got.&lt;br /&gt;Left: Gmarket purchases direct from Korea!&lt;br /&gt;Tony Moly Cheek/Lip Tint ($2+), Tony Moly Stage Gel Liner in Black ($10)&lt;br /&gt;The tint was smaller than I expected, but this was the sample size I guess? Super cute potion bottle.&lt;br /&gt;The eyeliner is so awesome, but not for everyday wear because it's so black.&lt;br /&gt;Right: All from smoochiezz.com (super cheap!)&lt;br /&gt;NYX Eyeshadow palette ($14?), NYX Blush ($7), ELF Blush Brush ($4+)&lt;br /&gt;Love the blush! The palette's a dupe for the popular Urban Decay Naked palette. Not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just do a short review on the makeup I use, and blog about the usage of makeup.&lt;br /&gt;Because some people just love to judge.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get why the fuck they love to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Which year are we in again?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoB2RW49-d0/Txf0n8d19EI/AAAAAAAAAFk/42YcMbZBRgY/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoB2RW49-d0/Txf0n8d19EI/AAAAAAAAAFk/42YcMbZBRgY/s320/017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ikea dinner with Jo. Overate, too much meatballs! ):&lt;br /&gt;Overestimated myself. And the meatball standards dropped, abit too mushy already.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken wings were okay, not that much of a fan, but the smoked salmon was to die for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3z1Zh7gCzr4/Txf0op0_SDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/pfuvUPG6i88/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3z1Zh7gCzr4/Txf0op0_SDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/pfuvUPG6i88/s320/018.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture from the Ikea-dinner day. Sigh I look like a kid dress like this, with this hair.&lt;br /&gt;And chubby face. )))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ-9ZAFKUDg/Txf0tbzA4II/AAAAAAAAAF0/s2qbz5siCdI/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJ-9ZAFKUDg/Txf0tbzA4II/AAAAAAAAAF0/s2qbz5siCdI/s320/031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New kitty cat that has been appearing on my facebook. So adorable.&lt;br /&gt;This is actually taken with my iPhone, so impressed with the quality.&lt;br /&gt;This teenage cat is lovey, but it does get bitey, probably because it's immature.&lt;br /&gt;It bit me only once though, on my ankle. I've no idea why, but it didn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It was like, "nomz"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the photo I edited. A little on the editorial side?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I miss doing photoshoots. But I've absolutely no time.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for UK where I can take pictures of the awesome scenes there. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4TrVMU6lzJU/Txf5mYYCRiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/A5xRAtIae94/s400/newcat.jpg" style="border: 10pt solid c9c9c9;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bigger version can be seen at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://alise-sa.deviantart.com/art/Meotraits-278972203"&gt;http://alise-sa.deviantart.com/art/Meotraits-278972203&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2613479552941190899?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2613479552941190899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2613479552941190899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2613479552941190899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2613479552941190899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures-captions.html' title='Pictures &amp; Captions'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327775855323773994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-nU_02zMnFVI/Txf0T4XV1fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BjqKwSbypYk/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-637886452150263428</id><published>2012-01-13T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T02:31:23.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad service; Beauti Instinct</title><content type='html'>Bad service is one of the things I hate about Singapore. Most places simply say "thank you" with a half-hearted smile, some go all out, asking you about your day, even though they might not really care... But some really do listen. Which is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's fairly many where the service simply sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, at the &lt;i&gt;only &lt;/i&gt;H&amp;amp;M in Singapore, Jolene and I, as well as a whole lot of other Singaporeans were discriminated by an employee. He was a tall Indian. And he was stationed at the entrance/exit. Having worked in fashion retailers before (i.e. Topshop, CK), I know what being at that station means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means you greet the customers, hello and goodbye, and obviously call them back if the security system rings when they pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if H&amp;amp;M has the same policies but I assume they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this tall Indian, greeted the lady in front of me with a huge smile and a "Welcome to H&amp;amp;M!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was whoa, good service. But he didn't greet me in the same way. In fact, he didn't greet us at all. But of course, if he attempted to greet every single customer that comes in, he will end up a machine gun. So not greeting us was okay. But something was weird, so I walked to the side and looked back at the entrance. He was standing there, not greeting at all, not smiling, not even looking at the stream of customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it struck me. &lt;i&gt;Blonde hair&lt;/i&gt;, black hair. &lt;i&gt;Caucasian&lt;/i&gt;, Asian. The lady whom he greeted so heartily was a Caucasian, and everyone else were Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually stood there for a few minutes before exclaiming my observations to Jolene. Of course, whatever I said contained many expletives. But that was just between Jo and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one discriminate between races and nationality? Especially in multi-ethnic Singapore. It's disgusting how he is looking down on his own nationality. And I would have given him a piece of my mind if he failed to greet me on my way out. Too bad he wasn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there again a few days later, he was at the entrance. But he didn't greet anyone. Because he was talking the whole time to a female colleague. Even after my 45mins spent inside H&amp;amp;M. He was still talking on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just to make things clear, I don't hate H&amp;amp;M. In fact the counter staff was lovely. It's just this particular person. I think many readers will just label me as racist when I pointed out he's Indian. That's a fact so I'm not being racist. He's the one who degrades Singaporeans as a whole. Also, neither am I racist against Caucasians. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Because some things need to be spelled out clearly before deep shit finds me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But service in a retail outlet isn't the core product, so good service might not be a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the service industry, is good service important? Well &lt;i&gt;duh&lt;/i&gt;, it's compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a human-to-human product. And no, I'm not gonna throw in a bunch of SOM (Service Ops Mgt) lingo here - &lt;span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't even remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, service-related businesses are hairdressing, spas, manicure shops etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I experienced the worst ever service provided, at &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beauti Instinct, a facial place at Far East Shopping Centre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.beautiinstinct.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="114" src="http://www.beautiinstinct.com/beauti-instinct-logo.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Picture from&amp;nbsp;http://www.beautiinstinct.com/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was horrible and I rage just thinking about it. So traumatized that I HIGHLY discourage anybody from going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read about this facial salon (do they call these businesses that?) from ohsofickle (a blog), she posted before and after photos and raving reviews which looked good so I thought these facials were effective. Told my aunt and she agreed to let me go for a trial. So we went together and got a consultation slot booked. put down $50 deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my consultation yesterday at 3:30pm. They called me at 3:18pm asking if I knew there was an appointment. Was at Wheelock already so I told them I would reach in 10mins. Reached the salon at 3:27pm (their digital clock is pretty big...) and there was nobody around to serve me. Think I waited for 10minutes before anyone spoke to me. But that was okay, since there was only one employee around and she was already talking to a male customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another staff told me to fill up a form, with all my details, so I did and gave her the form. And then nothing. Waited a little while more and finally it was my turn. No explanations or apologies for the waiting time. But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this lady, whom I assume was the owner of the business and is Miss Rita Cheang (got it from their website), started off by looking at the form I filled up previously. On there were like occupation, age, blood type, cleansing ritual, make-up habits etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No introductions or friendly openings were made, she delved straight into the form. First she asked me whether I had any ongoing packages with other facial salons. No idea if she knew how to read, but I presume she wanted to test me (what the chuck?), since I wrote "NO" on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then carried on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you're 18 right? And you're studying.. Are you sure you will be able to keep up with the costs of the facials?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FU. I'm here after reading a blog that mentions the costs, and YOU know that, so why wouldn't I be able to afford it? So I explained to her that my aunt would be paying for it. She seemed to have accepted it for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote out 3 kinds of treatments that I should have, and said "If you have been reading the blog, you should know what these treatments does." Uh huh, sure, but would it kill you to go over it once with me because I don't exactly memorize what I've read months ago? She moved on, to the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first treatment was 3xx, second one was 26x and the third one was 20x. For each session. I did gulp a little at that but since I had a 30% off for coming here under OSF's referral, it was fairly ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then went on to calculating the costs of the entire package for all 3 types of treatments. She says it as if it was meant for me. I wonder if she just threw in 1 or 2 treatment packages just to promote this thing since it was already nicely prepared on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came up to a whopping $2k plus, savings of around $600 if I had signed up immediately after the trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the trial, I was required to put a $200 deposit. So I asked her which one would I be getting for the trial, she told me she don't know since that would be decided on the day itself and I would have to top up the extras. The lack of information is disturbing. So it meant if I had decided to go for the trial (30% off), I would be paying an extra $8 or $100+. THERE WAS NO CLEAR ANSWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to call my aunt, it was her money, obviously I had to ask her. She told me that we will discuss it at home and tell the woman that we will get back to her in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back, told her that and she said in a stuck-up tone, "Oh you don't have to get back to us in 3 days. Once you get back your $50 deposit you won't be able to get the 30% bloggers discount anymore. We have your name in the system."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, in my mind I wanted to say "What the fuck?" out loud, but I didn't want to degrade myself. So I was like "Forget it." "What?" "Forget it. I'm not going for the trial."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the form I filled in earlier and crushed it immediately. Super rude. And then instructed her counter staff to return me my deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to meet Jo, was still in the shop then, expressed my displeasure, a customer who was waiting, and her staff definitely heard it. Good for them. Then it was this customer's turn, when Rita (I assume) met her, there was a 213781923 degrees change in her attitude. From stuck-up, black faced from thinking I couldn't afford anyway and that I wasn't worth her time, to being super friendly and smiley. Is this two-faced or what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my $50 and left. Was super angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a quick list of what I was so pissed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The first thing you ask a potential customer was whether they can pay? Even before telling them what the price was? If I had said I had gone there independently, would she have rejected me and said "No you have no fucking cash because you are a student so we can't serve you. AND WE DON'T WANT YOUR MONAH FOR THE TRIAL. $200 IS PEANUTS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The lack of BASIC service is&amp;nbsp;appalling. NO SMILES, NO GREETINGS. Just dive straight into hardselling. She was so obviously hardselling. Hardselling is fucked up, everybody hates them. I wonder how many people that got coerced into buying the treatment package by her hardselling. She's pretty strong on that. And she didn't bother explaining anything. Her face spelled "I don't want your money"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The stuck-up attitude and tone THROUGHOUT this so-called consultation. Look lady, I wanted the trial, and I would be willing to pay for it. Don't talk to me as if I have no money. I'm there because I want to give you money. I could be a potential customer that would go back after getting a steady job when I've graduated and signed up for the packages, BUT NOT ANYMORE. Don't talk to your customers like that, you have no idea who they are, don't act so high and mighty. You're in the service industry, your job is to serve people and &lt;s&gt;wash your face in their shit&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;make them feel happy. Gosh it sounds like a whore's job description - "&lt;i&gt;make em feel happy&lt;/i&gt;". Ha, just kidding.&amp;nbsp;I would rather throw the cash on the streets rather than to sign up for the package. And crushing my form in front of me? It was obvious she was being rude on purpose. And that was so elementary. For a businesswoman like her, I expected her to be more tactful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bad service. Really, everything I hate just revolves around the bad service. She was just trying to fucking hardsell and wasn't being polite at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was by far my worst experience with service ever. Even lousy waiters at Pizza Hut could manage a weak smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;DON'T EVER GO TO BEAUTI INSTINCT AT FAR EAST SHOPPING CENTRE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can go if you want to face possible crap like that. Why would you anyway? I made the mistake of basing my choice on just a blog (paid by Beauti Instinct to do ads for) and didn't check out online reviews. So I went to check if anyone else had similar experiences. Well guess what, NOBODY else. Because when you google "Beauti Instinct", only the sponsored blogs show up and no reviews on forums or what not. Guess it's not very popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save yourself the trouble, do your research and learn to say "no" to hardselling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment if you have been an unlucky victim of horrendous service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Update: Anyway I'm sure I'm entitled to my own opinion and free to review on anything under the sun.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-637886452150263428?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/637886452150263428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=637886452150263428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/637886452150263428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/637886452150263428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-service.html' title='Bad service; Beauti Instinct'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327775855323773994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-992501013937946829</id><published>2012-01-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:36:33.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE'11 &amp; ramblings</title><content type='html'>It's the 7th day of a new year, but it's not too late to wish everyone out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy New Year! May good blesses come to you and wishes come true this year! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the girls in Orchard at 3pm. I was the second to reach, surprisingly. Waited awhile for the other 2 girls with Jo to arrived. Bought Dunkin' Donuts, a box of em, 6 donuts! It's my Christmas/NY gift for the lovely people working at CK Scotts. Car, Minqi, Webber, Carrie, Gina... Passed them the donuts, wished them a Happy New Year and went off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Somerset, for dinner. It was so good, 4 of us, linking arms and talking. :D Been so longggg since we did that. So rare for all 4 of us to go out together but I'm glad our friendship is able to take it. :) I honestly think it's the first time in 2011 all 4 of us were together. And it's New Year Eve somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a reservation at Astons Prime at Centrepoint. Not your usual Astons&amp;nbsp;Specialty&amp;nbsp;or Express. ;) It has a different menu and has more delicious stuff! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dvpG589Xt4/TwcXc-fMQ0I/AAAAAAAAADU/uwUl_X7uicg/s320/steakr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My medium rare steak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOZ5Ceww_XM/TwcXdor4WoI/AAAAAAAAADc/LDfLMnlpa1Q/s320/steakw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sherry's well done steak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You can see the stark difference between both meats, though they are the same cut. Damn, mine still had blood along the sides. Some find it disgusting but it really is tasteless. So more juicier and taste alot nicer with the sauce. Of course this is just my personal preference... Heck, I've even tried raw beef before. (Though it was just okok, not fantastic...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, really yummy dinner. Then we headed for Pasir Ris! Made bookings at a karaoke place there. It sucked but the company was great. Not gonna comment much on the karaoke place. It's the one at Aranda Country Club. Service was crap. Almost ruined my NYE mood and I was so gonna scold the waiter (or whatever it is) already. Told the girls to talk to him or else I would seriously bite his head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Left when our time was up and went to a 24hours McDonald's to sit and talk. I was kinda high and still singing with Jo. :D Hahaha sang so much the whole night I kinda pity them. ): Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jo and Soph had to leave early, one is family worried, one is family and boyfriend worried. Sigh. The perks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So left Sherry and me. Made a last minute decision to City Hall to count down and watch the fireworks. Ended up entering 2012 on the train and reaching City Hall to see the smokey remnants of the fireworks. But whatever, being with a friend is so much better than being alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hung out awhile and went home. Reached AMK around 1am via train. Waited for the bus until 1:20am, it came and didn't stop. Was too full. -.- Ended up walking home. Cool breeze, new year. What a way to welcome the new year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;And some photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fWnhlFXdD_8/Twcc4MSUh6I/AAAAAAAAADs/CNwGzGypI2w/s320/002.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vB0w4UT_REU/Twcc5oTzCMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gvwJ8umIixc/s320/003.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ka3QDGkNAk/Twcc7MbOgZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Se8kaaTqz-A/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MuDqBGB-CFg/Twcc8va-zcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9VuGYUGhvCw/s320/006.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out on Thursday with Zhaoxiang! An ex-colleague from CK Scotts. Knew him for 2 years, coming to 3 years. He's one of my really good friends, like a sister. I even treat him like a girl, he brought it upon himself anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treated him Quiznos! Hahaha. Sorta like a Christmas thing. Nobody else was able to join us. Because they forgot about us. Sigh. Hint: Weeguan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us headed towards Paragon to find that ah gua but turned out he wasn't working. And he told Zx that he was busy on Thursday. /cheated of our feelings&lt;br /&gt;When we entered CKPA, I was sooo anxious on whether I'll meet a certain person that the girls and I, especially Jo, have been trying to avoid. Lucky that person wasn't there. I swear I gave a sigh of relief. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go to CK Scotts! There were only 3 people working. Carrie, Car and one more, don't know who but still took a photo with us. Lol. But Zx knew him. Carrie, Car, Zx and me had so much fun talking. It was so fun when Carrie said a new part-timer was better looking than Zx, then I believed her. And Zx was so 'hurt'. Then he told Car and she was like "No la where got!!" and reminded me that Carrie's taste got problem, making me remember the time when Carrie said Weeguan was ahemgoodlookingahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me the new part-timer's photo and I apologize to Zx immediately. Hahaha. I miss working at CK Scotts so much. Best job ever with the nicest people around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzYZps2gyIQ/TwcfoTYttFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bpjv5fwoZTY/s400/004.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New fulltimer, Car, Zx, me &amp;amp; Carrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look DAMN short in this photo, same height as Car but I'm alot taller!! I'm only slightly shorter than Zx and definitely alot taller than Car and Carrie! Aiya, I think I look plain weird in this photo. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ykne7dNyUec/TwcfkyanSJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qy2JMYX5PdI/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carrie &amp;amp; me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She seriously super cute and blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zx keep tricking her and she believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D3QW_s8HfE0/Twcfo6hCg8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/11uizAP9NOE/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zhaoxiang &amp;amp; me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This sister of mine always bully me. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I'm adjusting back to school. I haven't been doing much but I've been slightly sick and exhausted. Feel so sleepy and I can sleep everywhere now. Been having sore eyes and nosebleeds for the past days too. Apparently not enough sleep + too heaty. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But anyway, CNY is coming soon! Might do a blogpost on either quite a personal issue or my online shopping loots. Regarding that personal issue, followers on my twitter might have an idea of what I'm talking about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, I'm curious. I was looking through my blog statistics the other day and I found that some visitors are from outside Singapore! Quite amazed, do I actually have blog readers other than my friends? (I wonder if my friends actually read this) I would really like to know... So drop a comment or &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/jellysa"&gt;tell me on my formspring&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and byebye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-992501013937946829?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/992501013937946829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=992501013937946829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/992501013937946829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/992501013937946829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2012/01/nye11-ramblings.html' title='NYE&apos;11 &amp; ramblings'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327775855323773994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-3dvpG589Xt4/TwcXc-fMQ0I/AAAAAAAAADU/uwUl_X7uicg/s72-c/steakr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-7390515686758658992</id><published>2011-12-31T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T04:51:02.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness from loneliness; a new start</title><content type='html'>2011 is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty of things I regret doing in 2011. But this year was a good year, so much better than 2010, a year when I cried so many times. I've cried in 2011, but way way lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half of this year chasing after something that couldn't be mine, but when you're blinded like that, it's hard to see that it doesn't belong to you. Then, I decided to let go. And gosh, I never felt happier in such a long time. It's a really good feeling, like a weight of the world is gone from my shoulders. Of course, I'm exaggerating since there's still other stuff I've to worry about (school, for example.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some events, and all that I've experienced in my 18 years, I've come to the conclusion that one has to be wary of people. Mankind is the scariest species out there. In a normal food chain, the predator eats and ends the life of the prey. In the food chain within Mankind, the predator feeds on the fear of others, having a tight grip and not letting go. Some people are just unnecessarily mean. Or maybe, it's just that they've turned cold like me, and are in the next stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mean, sometimes, I admit. But I swear, it's because I was provoked. I don't say and do bad stuff and mean it like some people do to me. (Like whatever the fuck did I do to you? Ever.) Whenever I call a friend a "bitch" or something like that, they know I'm joking, and since they do the same to me, I guess it's part of mutual acceptance that "bitch" is a friendlier term?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, whenever I'm mean to somebody, it's not part of my personality, it's because that person did something that provoked me first, evident by all my secondary school posts. I'm more discreet now, I don't name names, neither do I blog it out openly. Actually, I don't because there's nobody that upset me that much for them to make it up on this space so far. Or maybe I've matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a certain period in this year, I've done plenty of reflecting. I've spent more time with myself. Kinda isolated myself. Spent less time on Facebook and Twitter. And I'm happy this way. Some people strive for love, boyfriends, girlfriends. That's almost what everyone around me is always thinking about. Of course, I'd love to love someone, a currently non-existent boyfriend... But really, is that a necessity? I believe the time would come when it would, so I've stopped dreaming of it. I'm happy with myself and just a few close friends. I don't need people to survive. I think I can be thrown into a completely foreign country and I'll be able to survive with just money and people-watching. I can't ever live with boredom. It's become a destructive force in my life and I try to avoid that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this lonesome personality of mine stemmed from my childhood. Thinking back now, don't think I ever had anyone to talk to, not my family, and not any friends. Now, it's better, because I've a few friends who I can confide in, but I still find it extremely hard. I'm also slightly jealous of those who have close relationships with their family members, because they do things I've never ever done. Picnic? Fly kite? Fuck, we never had a proper dinner together. We never do talk about the things we do either. Not even things like going shopping, going overseas for fun. We don't hug, we don't say stuff like "Love ya", we don't talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I've accepted this. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding happiness in my loneliness. I'm not even trying to console myself. I really do mean it. By deciding not to bother about what those mean people might say and do, and deciding to stop seeking love, and be contented with te people around me, I feel... Bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging out with Jolene alot  lately, evident by the massive amount of photos I've uploaded... (there's a ton that's not uploaded) I seem to have found back the person I was which is a good thing, because I've seemed a stranger to myself the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way I hang out with these girls. Dress up, doll up, eat good food, gossip, point out good looking guys (mostly Caucasians lol) on the streets. I don't ever get to do this with my poly friends. Not saying my poly friends suck... I love you guys but around them it's a bit more casual. Haha. Plus I can't be bothered to wear make up to school or dress up. So when I do they find it weird. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be 2012. The year where earth is supposed to end. I don't really mind... Don't all new beginnings start from an ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making a list of resolution for 2012 since I've trouble keeping to them. But there's a few promises I'll like to make to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ever get affected by what people say, the probability of them being in my life 10 years later is near 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Live without a care for other people, since caring for people didn't bring any to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't have to be nice to people who aren't to me. But I don't need to be mean either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't seek love. It'll come to me if it's time. Plus, a fortune teller words might not be the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there! I guess that's it. Heading off to sleep now, looking forward to NYE NYE with the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, two photos! :D&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KTCz2MnZopg/Tv4kLfT1Y-I/AAAAAAAAADE/I4bm8Ay_Dgk/s640/blogger-image--766554265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KTCz2MnZopg/Tv4kLfT1Y-I/AAAAAAAAADE/I4bm8Ay_Dgk/s640/blogger-image--766554265.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H3JDsRh7Rxw/Tv4kM2u9x5I/AAAAAAAAADM/r_CLJqBDjik/s640/blogger-image-786281002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H3JDsRh7Rxw/Tv4kM2u9x5I/AAAAAAAAADM/r_CLJqBDjik/s640/blogger-image-786281002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7390515686758658992?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7390515686758658992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7390515686758658992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7390515686758658992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7390515686758658992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/12/happiness-from-loneliness-new-start.html' title='Happiness from loneliness; a new start'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327775855323773994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KTCz2MnZopg/Tv4kLfT1Y-I/AAAAAAAAADE/I4bm8Ay_Dgk/s72-c/blogger-image--766554265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-6816516734929482106</id><published>2011-12-25T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:28:09.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Spent Christmas Eve with Sherry! Was supposed to be her, Jolene and me but Jo had some unforeseen circumstances so she couldn't join us. Boo. (literally.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, spent the entire day chilling at home, doing some work here and there, listening to music. Wasn't in any rush to go out since Sherry ends work at 8pm. Met her around 8:15pm at Ang Mo Kio MRT and we left for City Hall! (impromptu decision.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GdOLO07uhbk/TvctBCIIW9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NiL3Sf3CGQ4/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I quite like my make up yesterday, the eye make up I only do eye make up anyway. But no clear photos sadly. :/ I can't fathom how Sherry and Jo stick their false lashes on. Used to be able to do it but I've forgotten how to already. Tried and failed so I threw my falsies away. Lol. Think I wore it for 3 times only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways I decided to bring her to try Skinny Pizza! Personally I tried it only once but that time was good too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6UEj4rtm8c/Tvcs8flSiLI/AAAAAAAAABo/btoY-mHY7Ys/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Squid Ink Pizza! Loads of yummy greens, calamari (squid) and octo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_T2JZlJLVc/TvctACGebsI/AAAAAAAAABw/1oRohCNJKb8/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sides: Sweet Potato with Sugar, Grilled Cheese and Truffle Fries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't finish the sweet potato and fries so we got takeaway~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bought some drinks and went to the Esplanade side.&amp;nbsp;We wanted to go sit by the river but it started pouring. ): We ended up in a corner inside Esplanade, and there were some really noisy groups sitting in circles playing camp games (what?) No idea what they were doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Camwhored, sang songs and talked. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cOUdvH64ac/TvctBggbNuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KV2OZxFnclM/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look red. Dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've no idea why I got red when the alcoholic content of those stuff we drank were like crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't even get red this fast when I had shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UciCtfLghng/TvctCgFrsLI/AAAAAAAAACI/7SHsIRnus2o/s320/023.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yumt3rzCGVQ/TvctFIcbXjI/AAAAAAAAACU/rqROI8sQkfw/s320/026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was nearing 12am and Sherry had to leave, walked her to Citylink Mall (and saw Yvonne the duck!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Decided to go MBS to find my aunts.&amp;nbsp;Initially&amp;nbsp;I wanted take bus since it was raining. Got to the bus stop and realised it was a one-way road. To the wrong side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ended up walking in the rain because I couldn't find the damned bus stop. It seemed so pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But it got better when I reached the Helix Bridge, because the night view was really really pretty, and it was slightly cold so it really felt like Christmas. Plus it's not everyday that one gets to walk down the bridge alone with pretty lights along both sides eh? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I reached MBS around 12:20am (pretty short walk actually, from Esplanade to MBS), decided to get some coffee to warm up so I headed towards Beanstro (Coffeebean &amp;amp; Tealeaf!) but it was packed and I wasn't getting served. Tsk. Gaps in service standards. Decided to leave and find somewhere else, saw TCC and it was packed too. Sigh. Too bad. Met up with my aunts at 1am and took a cab home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ta-da. I might have gotten my liking for blogging back. Hahaha. There are still stuff I wanna blog about but I'll leave it for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pictures to end off!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6I74WwziDWs/TvctFy8EbGI/AAAAAAAAACc/h2A-Kepl6QE/s320/030.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5IRQDX18BU/TvctGTy-ILI/AAAAAAAAACk/jNZsASYf2Kc/s320/035.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have a blessed Christmas everyone! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ho ho ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh, supposed to get a haircut next week but suddenly my hair's been so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like, in terms of styling. My fringe suddenly became easier to manage so what the heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really really wanna go cut my hair but arghhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-6816516734929482106?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6816516734929482106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=6816516734929482106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6816516734929482106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6816516734929482106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327775855323773994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-GdOLO07uhbk/TvctBCIIW9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NiL3Sf3CGQ4/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-3483036134989186939</id><published>2011-12-19T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T16:35:59.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December's ending!</title><content type='html'>Hurray! It's finally 2012.&lt;br /&gt;And truthfully, this year seemed like a flash. A real flash.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, even last year seemed longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the events that remain seeded in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;In chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Started Photography&lt;br /&gt;- Starting having sleep paralysis, what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;- IBZ Orientation Camp 2011&lt;br /&gt;- BAOW 2011&lt;br /&gt;- Interest in photography kinda got killed by the stupid IS module.. ):&lt;br /&gt;- IBES UK!&lt;br /&gt;- 5 weeks in tiong-land (okay, I gotta admit, the China experience was good)&lt;br /&gt;- 4d2n (?) in Shenzhen and Hongkong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not alot but well, it's enough to make good memories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay, the year is ending and I'm looking forward to 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Peizhen (awesome primary school friend)to watch Puss In Boots the other day! That show was absolutely adorable. The animation was good and I loved everything about it... Except Humpty Dumpty looks hella creepy. Sigh I want a pet cat so much! Went to Thompson after the movie and had ice cream at Salted Caramel! :) Then went to McD near to her place and just relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been spending quite alot of time with the girls, especially Sherry and Jolene. Okay, actually, more of Jolene, since Sherry already started working and I've been meeting Sophia over the year so yeah. Think the last time I met Sherry and Jo before A levels ended was in August or September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, some photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7kCiQoHPSkw/TvLjDC-v4TI/AAAAAAAAABY/93OWrjJDO4U/s320/005.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688858920801526066" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sherry~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfo193IFxcU/TvLjCw_Fv-I/AAAAAAAAABM/dR656sQAxlM/s320/004.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688858915971121122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophia! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbWsAx72oOA/TvLjCAMuMFI/AAAAAAAAABA/5VfjD8bpkno/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688858902874959954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jolene! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Sophia, Jolene and I met up to go have high tea yesterday. Obviously I was late and Sophia was even later. Walked around with Jolene first, trying to look for a nice place to have high tea. Went to Carousel at Royal Plaza on Scotts after reading good reviews online. The high tea buffet was $33++/pax and it looked good. Waited for Sophia to reach then we made a reservation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And damn, the food was good. I don't normally eat prawns but those prawns were so big and fresh, I ate at least 15. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were the closest the the raw/seafood section so we took most of the prawns, haha. Soph couldn't stop eating them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was really good, (of course, it can't be compared to places like Rise @ MBS but then again, the price is vastly different...) and we were sooo stuffed. The raw salmon was really fresh too! And I definitely ate my money's worth. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill came up to around $113 in total, but I paid with my DBS debit and got 15% off, which meant it was $99 in total, and $33 per person. And Jo decided to be generous and paid for me since she just got her pay. Yay. :D Then I just paid for everyone's GST and everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; width:320px ; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpL4jGsCYj8/TvLjA9uEdlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rjAZJI66XpM/s320/001.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688858885029656146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for my Xmas eve date with Sherry and countdown with all 3 of em!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u98zPQN7EUk/TvLjBb_NglI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W3ODgztY8S4/s320/002.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688858893154615890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And one last photo for everyone to look at, Jo's au naturel face and my monkey face. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3483036134989186939?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3483036134989186939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3483036134989186939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3483036134989186939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3483036134989186939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/12/decembers-ending.html' title='December&apos;s ending!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15327775855323773994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-7kCiQoHPSkw/TvLjDC-v4TI/AAAAAAAAABY/93OWrjJDO4U/s72-c/005.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-1178056041705885318</id><published>2011-11-15T03:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:58:29.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China and so much more</title><content type='html'>Been a long time since I blogged, there's so much stuff I wanna write out, but I'll probably get tired halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China was fine. It was good even. Speaking in Chinese wasn't as hard as I thought, and all the horror stories I heard about China didn't happen (this probably only applies to other provinces). So for people who don't know, my course (International Business) went to Xiamen for two weeks and Shanghai for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say which one I'll prefer more, they have their own distinct flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiamen is slow paced, nothing much there but it feels good. Hot weather, but there's constant sea breeze because Xiamen is just by the sea. Beautiful actually, flowers everywhere, nice blue sky. Prettier than Singapore. The people are nice, especially the cabbies, and traveling by anything was so cheap! I'll definitely want to go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai is faster paced, and very crowded. Hell, the metro during peak hours is more packed than a can of sardines. There's no need to hold on to handrails because there's no way you can fall - it's that packed. The weather was good, around 20 degrees, sometimes lower. A big difference of 10 degrees from where we came from. Food was much more expensive there, but after 10pm, street vendors (read: illegal) will be parked just outside the hostel. The BBQ grill was the best. 1 yuan (0.20sgd) for a stick of mushrooms (sounds boring but it's the best ever!). 2 yuan for grilled squid, yummy! Damn I miss the food now. I enjoyed the veggies stick more than the meat ones (chicken etc..) though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bargaining was fun too. Good experience really. Sometimes I'll just bargain for fun and end up buying. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to a club for the first time, and drank so many variations of hard liquor and beer in my entire life. And I'm not even 18 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't drink much at the club, at most one cup, but their alcohol was so strong. Normally during the drinking sessions in the hostel, I'll be able to drink so much more. But at the club, like what some of the guys said, with the music and lights, the effect of alcohol is multiplied ten times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I'm quite anti-social, so I didn't like the loud music, didn't like the crowd. Generally don't like clubbing. But it was fun, seeing friends get drunk and saying funny things and them getting so high. It does get scary at times, when they tried to make me drink more... A tip for people who aren't able to drink much, learn to say no and stay stubborn. You have no idea how many people get drunk because of this inability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't want to go to a club in Singapore, partially because of the prices - alcohol is damn expensive here. And I heard clubs here aren't as nice as the one I went to in Shanghai (Phoebe at Hengshan road no. 10(? Or 4?)) but the girls are dying to go after their As.. How ironic, they are all older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, if they want to go, I'll still go with them. (I actually typed the above portion last week, then was swamped with work...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Deleted chunk here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for the two girls to finish their A levels! It's gonna be partying and partying! IBZ is going to Shenzhen and Hongkong this weekend too. Time for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall not drink any alcohol until Christmas with the girls or something. Too much alcohol already, unhealthy. Of course this doesn't include alcohol infused food. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I want to quit thinking about the past and all the 'What if's, and look towards the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-1178056041705885318?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1178056041705885318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1178056041705885318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1178056041705885318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1178056041705885318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/11/china-and-so-much-more.html' title='China and so much more'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-3665959427445028631</id><published>2011-08-14T18:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:51:35.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Save the Queen</title><content type='html'>A month ago, I didn't think it was possible.&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, I still didn't think it was possible.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I still didn't think it was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, 5 of us joined IBES - Yvonne, Timotheus, Edgar, Gabriel and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4RPjZQN_Uc/TkeknLnGF8I/AAAAAAAABR8/3rPi5PAsBY8/s400/uk5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Loft in July 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked out some countries, US, UK and Poland (?!).&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided on UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work ensued, and we put in tremedous effort. Staying up until 4am, seeing my teammates fall asleep one by one. :) Honestly, I wanted to go take pictures of them and post it up online, but NAH. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, the top 3 teams were announced, we were one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, we decided to find more people, Kimberley, Angela, Joline, Darren and Jieying were added into the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaeC_cIzcHg/Tkekm6V91zI/AAAAAAAABR0/0lWoeWqJT-8/s400/uk10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At Ourspace in August 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless nights with minimal sleep, with some stupid test plopped right before the pitching.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to stay over anywhere, all of us had to wake up early for 9am meetings in the morning, which lasted all the way till the night in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had many problems: lousy printer, London riots, exceeding the 20mins limit (which I realized didn't really matter -.-), not getting the UK videos until right before the pitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hard work was worth it. I don't daresay other groups didn't put in as much effort, I'm sure they put in alot of effort. It was really a tough fight. Until the last moment, I didn't have an ounce of confidence, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling when the teacher said "God Save the Queen." I wonder if there was cheering, because I couldn't hear anything. I do remember Timotheus giving a really epic expression and asking "IS IT US??!?! IS IT US?!?!?!" and Angela saying "YES YES IT'S US!". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I remember hugging Yvonne too, but half of us were really confused, it was quite awkward. More awkwardness ensued when I was told to "say a few words". It was really embarrassing. There were so many hugs that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was good. I never thought we'll come this far. I never once thought for sure that we'll win. Probably karma, two bald guys in our group, I donated $10 for HFH, Edgar helped the hobbit of the CC... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for a mini-celebration with the beancurd at Thompson with the others... Jet, Angeline, Kangjun, Desmond and Adrian. Though Kangjun almost made me cry before the buffet. ; _ ; Bastard. (we had a buffet after the pitching of the 3 teams, and before the announcement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can express my happiness, but I'm really proud of these 9 people:&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne, Kimberley, Joline, Angela, Darren, Edgar, Timotheus, Gabriel and Jieying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we had several kinks along our way, even during the pitching, we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We're going to the UNITED KINGDOM BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEWCASTLE UPON TYNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEICESTERSHIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONDON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTXDgfGRCH0/TkeknAXVPoI/AAAAAAAABSE/j88Cv-V_k5o/s400/london.jpg" /&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/5156055189491080647-3665959427445028631?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3665959427445028631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3665959427445028631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3665959427445028631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3665959427445028631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/08/god-save-queen.html' title='God Save the Queen'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-O4RPjZQN_Uc/TkeknLnGF8I/AAAAAAAABR8/3rPi5PAsBY8/s72-c/uk5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-7333825768239777120</id><published>2011-07-20T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T01:56:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These girls</title><content type='html'>I caught Harry Potter 7 part 2 on Saturday with Sherry and Sophia. It was a pretty last minute decision, and we were lucky to get pretty good seats, given that I booked the seats at 2pm, 5hours prior to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was great. But I wasn't prepared for it. I'd love to watch it again after rewatching the previous films. It's bittersweet, when you're watching the epic finale of a decade long movie franchise, and an even older book series. Still, the book is unrivaled - the movies can only provide this much. They cut out quite some side stories out of the movie, but it wasn't too bad. Good old Voldy provided comic relief at really intense parts too. And it'll be ridiculous if Helena Bonham Carter (Bellatrix Lestrange) and Alan Rickman (Severus Snape) don't get any Grammy nominations or the likes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just stop at this, for this isn't a movie review. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the girls: Sherry, Jolene and Sophia. Too bad Jo was sick so she couldn't join us, I haven't seen her in so long. And I think the next time I meet those JC kids would be in December. I believe once their A levels end, we'll be making up for all the lost time this year. We met up less than 5 times so far. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realized, we aren't drifting apart. We don't need regular meetings like other people, we don't need to talk or text on a daily basis either. We've been through alot, with random people who have caused distrust among us, and here we still are. We have had people who came and left, but the four of us, I think we have an affinity. I love you girls, and I can't imagine life without the three of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cues d'awwwww sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write more but with so much work and presentations coming up, I think I'll leave it to the next post. :) The workload is undoubtedly decreasing. Can't wait for China trip, though I'll definitely miss everyone back in Singapore (but it's not like there's alot of people I'll miss...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7333825768239777120?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7333825768239777120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7333825768239777120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7333825768239777120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7333825768239777120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/07/these-girls.html' title='These girls'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-6046897173208163543</id><published>2011-06-14T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:44:43.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance without you</title><content type='html'>It's the end of the common tests! Only had two but two were enough. I slept so much the previous week, it was ridiculous. I must have been really exhausted. Imagine waking up and realizing it's 8pm. Felt as if I was jet-lagged... I didn't even sleep for that long when I returned from the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tests were alright, honestly didn't spend much time on studying, was just so bored. Watched Kungfu Panda after SOM paper on Thursday and it was so freaking awesome! Expected a more in-depth explanation about the evil guy, like in the first movie but I guess the focus wasn't really on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me something on Tuesday, before IMK paper. And I was quite shocked throughout the whole day. In my mind I was thinking "what the hell??" "how is it even possible??" "sian...". The feeling is unimaginable, knowing that a friend might just die, like that, alone, judged and guilty. Although he was only my primary school friend, and we didn't stay in contact after that, the memories I had of him were happy ones. He was a really mischievous boy and it was really fun playing with him and the rest of the kids. What the hell happened? And I really hope everything would be a huge-ass misunderstanding. Using an umbrella is not an intent, and it's probably not his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through 200 comments on the matter, many blame it on the government, because of the inefficiency of the system, leading to these events lately. I do agree but I won't go into details, though I think most would agree if I did. I read some other comments that got me infuriated, like fake news from a Chinese newspaper. Who the hell still reads those kind of tabloids??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still checking the news daily, for any updates. I hope he'll be okay. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was spent at home, despite people asking me to go out... I was just.. Lazy. Hah. Saturday I went for handball but i was slightly late and there was a huge downpour, really crazy. Wasted $3 to go in. Lepaked with the handball peeps for a while before meeting Sophia and we went to Partyworld! Had a great time singing at the top of my voice, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, woke at 6am to head for vivocity. Beach Handball Fiestaaaa! Honestly it was my first time playing handball in 1month plus. I sucked at it, but it was fun. Saw real pros playing and they were awesome. Though this guy got into an accident and had to be carted away in an ambulance.. Hope he's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for xiaolongbao with my aunt at Ion, yummy! Then that night I started feeling queasy, so I went to sleep at 1am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore, throughout the night I was cursing out loud, like seriously. Until my aunt asked me what happened so I told her I felt like puking. Luckily she asked, cos' I puked 15mins later, at 4am. Went to bed with a slight fever, wanted to go for project meeting but was having a high fever at 11am. Sigh. Went back to sleep and woke up with a higher fever, damn. Saw the doc and he told me to eat some stuff before taking the meds. Had like 4, 5 pieces of biscuits and took the meds, and went back to bed. Sweated my fever away and woke at 9pm. Started feeling bad again and went back to bed but couldn't sleep, cos' my chest was hurting so damn much. Like a spear was stuck through cos it hurt all the way to the back. So my aunt decided to send me to the hospital. Did some checkups and the doc at TTSH said I was okay, most probably heartburn from the vomiting earlier, and gave me some gastric meds, which tasted absolutely disgusting. Reached home around 12am in the morning and went to sleep this morning at 1am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was feeling alot better. Yay. I'm supposed to take my meds but I can't stand how disgusting the mixture is. I'm okay with pills and tablets but never mixtures. Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this concludes my daysssss. Ta~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The title's from Skylar Grey. It's her first single and it's pretty good. For the record, she was the one who wrote Love the way You Lie and sang the choruses for Coming Home, I need a Doctor and Words I Never Said. :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've given up, here's to lost hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-6046897173208163543?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6046897173208163543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=6046897173208163543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6046897173208163543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6046897173208163543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/06/dance-without-you.html' title='Dance without you'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-4619836427712679116</id><published>2011-05-27T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T02:58:51.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week in phrases</title><content type='html'>E learning week. &lt;br /&gt;Monday. School. Project meeting. Makeup class. Felt cheated. Sad. Got stung by a wasp. Thought I was gonna die. Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Didn't die. Woke up 10mins as planned before online elearning. Felt like having pasta. Had free pizza at pizza hut with Yvonne and Edgar instead. Rushed IBE elearning. Went Edgar's crib. 3 of us had fun camwhoring. Went home. Happier but hand still hurts which reminded me of what a loser I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Woke up late. Nice sleep. Didn't go out. Wasted my day. Did projects too. No life. Felt down because I kept thinking of that person. Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Woke up before noon. Used laptop in bed. Washed up. Project. Wasted time. Almost died due to boredom. Project. Bored. Devmeet. Glee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Now. 3am. Awake. Thinking about what could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4619836427712679116?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4619836427712679116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4619836427712679116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4619836427712679116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4619836427712679116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-week-in-phrases.html' title='This week in phrases'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-8228600687564747084</id><published>2011-05-20T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:52:42.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the waves crash onto me</title><content type='html'>Over these years, I feel like I haven't been able to do the things I've loved doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports, especially badminton. It's been so long since I played it for leisure. It used to be a weekly thing with some good friends. It's always my foot, the fear of me injuring it again whenever I land on my feet casts a shadow on me. Even when I run, I can still remember the loud crack from my foot when I injured it, and because of that, I run slower, I don't run on my tips anymore, my heels will reach the floor faster, I won't push against the ground anymore. Playing so many games on the beach lately merely reminded me of the injury, so many times I almost tripped, because the beach is uneven, I can't support myself. I miss jumping around, climbing up and down, but it's a fact my legs aren't as strong, apart from the extra fats, my knees hurt sometimes, my ankles are so creaky, my foot just swells up at random times. Guess I shouldn't have gone back to playing sports just after two weeks, I was off the handball court in 5mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art. I miss drawing. I miss photography. I miss painting. I don't claim to be an artist, I'm not qualified. I can't draw that well, I definitely can't shoot well and painting, well, I'm still trying. But I'm never good enough. Heck, I don't even draw now - I don't even have a pencil. I don't have time to organize photoshoots, or rather, I'm probably scared. I fear that when the photos come out, they'll be so noob that both model and make up artist will think they suck and deem them worthless for their portfolios. And when I draw, I'm in the wrong environment, and I don't know what I'm doing. Killed so many trees until I gave up. I should have spent more time practicing, but it's kinda hard in an environment where nobody understands what you're doing, and I'll end up feeling embarrassed. And I do wonder where this interest stems from, since nobody in my family does anything related to art, except for my mother, I think, but she was more into DIY. Though not much around me can appreciate, it'll always be a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've missed out on so many chances. You know the feeling when somebody has been walking behind you and have been calling out to you for quite a while, but all you hear is the wind and every single time you turn around, he blends in with the landscape, and then one day you realized he's past you and the roles are reversed? It's kinda like that now. And the words you couldn't hear clearly at first now becomes so loud they echo in your mind and haunts you, and every time when you look up and see that person, walking in front of you, you're so overwhelmed by regret. Then, he gradually becomes a silhouette and disappears from sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my entire holidays away too. I could have spent the time doing more constructive stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm a different person, I seem to have turned away from society, I don't talk to people that often now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want me back. I miss the old me. I want to feel alive once more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-8228600687564747084?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8228600687564747084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=8228600687564747084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8228600687564747084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8228600687564747084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-waves-crash-onto-me.html' title='And the waves crash onto me'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-1271642280366088019</id><published>2011-05-06T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:59:19.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orbis Novus</title><content type='html'>I can't write about the camp without writing about the planing stage. Planning started back in February, just before finals. The team was made up of very different people with somewhat different social circles. The first official meeting was held just one day after exams (and we had gone cycling so you can imagine how tired we were on meeting 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned the camp theme, it was actually a pun, but translated into Latin and it sounded good. There were ideas that were like "Fusion" and we actually came up with lame ideas like using the periodic table. Instead of elements like fire, air or water, we'll have alkali metal, earth metal all these stuff. Coincidentally there are only 8 groups in the periodic table so it would have fit well. Okay, I was serious about the element idea actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow we started talking about maplestory. And decided to use the town names as group names - we were already listing down the many towns, Showa, Kerning... Then Atlantis came along and it seemed like we all were enlightened. We quickly came up with the group names and alliance names: Atlantis Ossyria Pandora Showa Shire Asgard Moria Olympus. Names of somewhat legendary places, thus "Orbis Novus - Into the new world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial stages of the planning process was okay, sometimes hindered by our busy schedules, but it went well. The earlier meetings were kinda boring too, but luckily not draggy. Things started falling into place and we started getting excited for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final meeting before start of school was the longest one. Some of us had handball before that, and cabbed back to school. We then had location recce until 5pm, followed by a meeting which ended around 8. That week we had logi purchase and games test on top of BAOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of school was a challenge, sleep itself was disgustingly scarce, having to wake up at 5:30am everyday was tough. Checked into loft on Thursday and preparations for nightwalk started. There's a minor relapse in recalling - I can't remember dinner. Or when we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of recalling, I remember dinner was at the loft. The guys had forgotten to buy me my dinner, or rather, the store gave them one pack less. Luckily, the GLs staying overnight ordered McDonald's and I was able to slip in an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of day one was spent on the nightwalk rooms too. Made up some more scary concoctions that scared even me. I think everyone in the committee knows what a wimp I am now. But nevertheless, I do love scaring people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 1pm and we were rushing off for lunch. My chicken rice was disgustingly tasteless. I wasn't there for the briefing though, we had left for the LT and things started from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day were just station games, the juniors bonded really well and the enthusiasm was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we had dinner and LT games. It was fun. I enjoyed the Remember the Lyrics game that Christopher did up. Though I kinda failed at playing the game, for one moment I forgot the lyrics to Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me. Went off after that to continue on the nightwalk rooms. Got very stressed doing it, think I became quite vulgar during it. But all wells that ends well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first round of nightwalk, Junhua's interaction with Adrian (who was wearing the plain white mask) was hilarious. But I have to admit, I was creeped out by him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp comm slept at 5am that morning. And all of us overslept till 8+. I didn't set any alarm because I wanted someone to wake me up. Only Heng Kiat woke up. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have breakfast and set off towards SIM for amazing race. Being in comm has its perks, making campers do stuff for you; help you buy food and so on. Had a relaxing time at SIM. So glad I brought my laptop, watched gossip girl there. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to loft, the groups probably rehearsed their performance, and the entire camp comm went to sleep, except for Cindy, Yihui and me. Then we started discussing about the comm performance. Since the groups put in so much effort to rehearse, the initial plan was for us to do a dance for them, but all of us had completely no time to learn or even choreograph. So we thought of a performance, and it was really fun formulating a plan. Afterwards we woke everyone up and I told them all of the plan and with some minor changes, it was confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed towards the LT to make preparations. Was chionging some stuff (Guess-the-Photo) at the back and missed dinner. My angel gave me a hug and a drink. :) How sweet of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LT activities started and I swear everyone got hyper when the GLs were dressed up, especially at Desmond, Seth, Sijun, Gary, Kwanter. Cheryl, Jan and Meixuan were good too, they were really pretty, but you know, when guys dress up as bimbos and go topless, it's so hilarious that you can't resist voting for them. But I think everyone had fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances started and it was so good! Then the comm performance came and then at the "Put your hands up" part, when we started throwing lightsticks at them, we realized they were throwing back at us. Hahaha, we must have shocked most of the year 1s out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale came to and end and we slept 'earlier' too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3! Final day. Dirty games and then waterbomb. Fun fun fun fun. Overran like nobody's business. The sharing session was like a sobfest. Was trying to hold my tears in halfway through the GLs sharing. The year 3s said alot of stuff, I do regret not knowing them more back in year 1. It was then Camp Comm sharing and then the video montage. It was a good ending, I think everyone had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at KAP and went back to the loft to pack. Had alot of fun, like running to the toilet, switching off people's lights and refusing to give Kangjun any toilet paper. Seems like alot of people had to shit in our loft. (for example Yvonne, Darren, Mathew and Kangjun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played poker afterwards and then decided to prank the remaining camp comm. Stuck clear tape on their doors and drew on some of their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we all rushed to clean up and then pack, for we had bcomm at 9am. We woke at 8am. But class got cancelled and that was a major spoiler. :/ rushed for nothing. Camp officially ended after we returned all the borrowed items.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, there are 3 groups of people I want to thank:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Camp Committee - Yihui, Hengxuan, Alexia, Weijie, Grace, Darren, Mathew, Cindy, Hengkiat, Yvonne, Kangjun, Christopher, Alistair, Adrian, Yongming and June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Group Leaders - Seth, Celine, Timotheus, Meixuan, Gary, Kimberley, Sijun, Cris, Edwayne, Cheryl, Jet, Jan, Desmond, Jacqueline, Kwanter and Germaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the Campers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything wouldn't be possible without these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh, I think you can tell that I got bored towards the end, and I was rushing this out so I could post on some other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4FY7cSOtIM/TcQZ1_YAWvI/AAAAAAAABQw/ao8K8zOa2QY/s400/IBZ%2B123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603632251691621106" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-1271642280366088019?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1271642280366088019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1271642280366088019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1271642280366088019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1271642280366088019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/05/orbis-novus.html' title='Orbis Novus'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-o4FY7cSOtIM/TcQZ1_YAWvI/AAAAAAAABQw/ao8K8zOa2QY/s72-c/IBZ%2B123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-4035297517077715768</id><published>2011-03-20T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T16:28:48.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mundane</title><content type='html'>Had a really busy week last week, been sleeping around 5hours a day for the whole week. Friday I was exhausted. But I went to sleep late, nevertheless. Was watching some Korean variety show.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the surrealistic kind of dream again, 2 of them in a row. Just me lying on my bed, knowing I was asleep but unable to wake up. Even to the extent of trying to pry my eyes open with my hands. Not sure if it was a dream or my hands really moved - I woke up after 20mins and played some music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with some friends for dinner yesterday. It was fun, disappointed that I brought my camera out for nothing. Really, this bunch needs to camwhore more. Heh. But throughout the day I had a bad headache, very very bad headache. I guess sleeping for 5hours everyday followed by a 10hour stint isn't good. It got worse towards the night as I was returning home. Felt better after a shower and watching Lee Seung Gi on YouTube. Yeah I guess he's my latest obsession, together with No Min Woo. (Of course Xiao Gui still stays on top of my list, heh.) I feel like a bimbo posting about these so whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started on some stuff for IBZ camp. :) Speaking of it, I'm really excited for it. The games are going to be really mad and fun and well... Look forward to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to bed around 4am and woke up at 5am after some more dreams similar to the day before. But this time there was someone sitting beside my bed and touching my face, in an aggressive matter. The 'person' was just a shadow, and she was touching my eyes, nose, cheeks, ears... I tried to lift my hands to stop her but couldn't move them. And with great difficulty, asked "What are you doing?" I swear I was sleeptalking because it felt so real. So so real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I woke up I decided to listen to music again. I tried falling asleep again without the music but the dreams returned, so I believed that the music would disrupt my thoughts and not let me get into such a deep sleep. :) It worked. But I would always wake up lying on my ear pieces, which always hurt. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging seems so mundane these days, like I've nothing to blog about, but I seem more active on my photolog cos' it's so much easier to update. Haha. Anything anyone would like to see me write about? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's a completely random photo I took at Canele's, of their teacup. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tx9XTPq8jE/TYW6gCZixMI/AAAAAAAABQY/8-Hsmojv0z0/s400/stresseddesserts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586075972385555650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cute huh? So if you're stressed out from anything, have a dessert! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4035297517077715768?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4035297517077715768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4035297517077715768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4035297517077715768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4035297517077715768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/03/mundane.html' title='mundane'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-4tx9XTPq8jE/TYW6gCZixMI/AAAAAAAABQY/8-Hsmojv0z0/s72-c/stresseddesserts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-5888067290726053360</id><published>2011-02-27T17:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:25:12.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel like puking as I'm eating my dinner now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick. Sick of all the lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the forgotten promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of all the waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting to see if anything will change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so stupid sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to sink into my past once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to torture myself to know I'm alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to live here anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to leave this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't want to stay here anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to run away someday, somewhere&lt;div&gt;Where there's nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4L-uHJoQzc/TWolddr8pWI/AAAAAAAABPM/xCnznjNijXU/s400/tired-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578312276567172450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&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/5156055189491080647-5888067290726053360?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5888067290726053360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=5888067290726053360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5888067290726053360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5888067290726053360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/02/run.html' title='run'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-K4L-uHJoQzc/TWolddr8pWI/AAAAAAAABPM/xCnznjNijXU/s72-c/tired-S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-8918676254801694875</id><published>2011-02-18T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:40:21.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is gonna be a really short post... The essence of it is gonna be at the end of the post though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been almost a year! So many things have happened...&lt;br /&gt;Seems like just yesterday when I came into Poly! Time flies when you're in Poly, 3 years doesn't seem long already. We're all gonna be Year 2s and there's gonna be the awesome China trip. Awesome. Trip. Not big on the idea of China though, sorry but I'm brainwashed by youtube videos of them skinning raccoon dogs alive. Disgusting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;, it's going to be your birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell the truth, I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hate you too, for not missing me the way I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've a birthday surprise for you, check back here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to everyone else, the next post will be a really long one. I do hope I've the guts to type everything out... I realized I've starting putting feelings into my posts recently, compared to those frivolous posts in the past...  I guess this is the only way I can express my feelings, albeit in an enigmatic manner. It's fun though, but there's still most part of my life I won't be able to express easily. Typed out but never completed, never published.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-8918676254801694875?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8918676254801694875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=8918676254801694875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8918676254801694875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8918676254801694875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/02/almost-year.html' title='Almost a year'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-1712285323539382125</id><published>2011-02-14T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:25:00.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homage</title><content type='html'>Now this would be a rather strange blog post...&lt;div&gt;I don't normally blog about music, let alone embed anything on my blog, other than photos I take, but let's pay homage to some of the best songs ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lDK9QqIzhwk" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bNlNZ2T9EeY" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DImVXsViDIU" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fTWQxCoYgXI" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VcjzHMhBtf0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dQw4w9WgXcQ" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vbg7YoXiKn0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-1712285323539382125?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1712285323539382125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1712285323539382125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1712285323539382125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1712285323539382125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/02/homage.html' title='Homage'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/lDK9QqIzhwk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-2359889555442079873</id><published>2011-02-02T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:02:36.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>It's February! I realised I haven't been blogging for a month, so I'm taking a break from DSS to blog. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January was hectic and not-hectic at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the first month of 2011...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3rd: Stayed overnight at the airport on the first day of school to do project&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually surprised that my aunt allowed me to do so, but we were pretty productive, though we had less than 2 days to prepare for the entire presentation. Needless to say, all of us were so tired afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6th: Helped out at Open House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TUg5BY3V_ZI/AAAAAAAABOs/Ndpv4o194qU/s400/167204_495900753629_696028629_5909869_2318761_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568763635260849554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7th: Went out with CK ex-colleagues, Zhao Xiang and Darren Yeo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TUg5BZDau7I/AAAAAAAABOk/rSgt8wyfsjA/s400/164089_488525529666_786894666_5947189_8366157_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568763635311492018" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8th: Kboxed with Sherry and Jolene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TUg5A6jZ97I/AAAAAAAABOU/xmnHXXIOe_Q/s400/166669_488403638166_773693166_6013588_7982995_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568763627124160434" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9th: Went for my first ever band concert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to this place (forgot where) with Mathew, Hengkiat, Desmond and then Edwayne to support Darren for his first NP band concert. Almost all of them were falling asleep during the concert. How supportive. Had dinner at Burger Shacks after, it was pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14th: Planned a really good surprise for Jolene's birthday with Sherry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm a really dedicated friend and awesome organizer. I reached Nex at 4pm and told Jo I'll be late. Sherry reached later and she lied too. We got the cake and a friendly MOF staff offered to help us do the surprise when we explained to her. The expression on Jo's face really showed that she was touched. (Whatever, I refuse to believe otherwise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15th: Watched Tourist and had dinner with some ducks from IBZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TUg5BFHJzFI/AAAAAAAABOc/0gbcW05Kfds/s400/164769_451888562167_716672167_4995205_5863918_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568763629958450258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21st: Got scammed really badly by Darren Teo, but ended up having fun t&lt;/b&gt;oo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to watch movie but it got cancelled on somebody's whim. They wanted to go home but decided to go support Desmond at his badminton tournament at 7pm. I ended up waiting for all of them for 3 hours at MOF, until Hengkiat reached AMK, and we continued waiting for Darren. When Desmond called after to say he wasn't playing in the tournament. And Edwayne flew a plane on us. And we waited another hour for two horses (Kangjun and Mathew)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;22nd: Had impromptu dinner with Sophia after business ethics, ate at Quiznos Subs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;28th: LMS presentation, and finally had Xinmin 版面!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2, 3 weeks of whining and whining, I finally got to eat the noodles, good ol' memories. Saw Mr. Wong and he went "Hi Chucky!" Hee, I wonder if he forgot my real name and was so used to that nickname he gave me. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;29th: Went to Nex with some IBZies, had fun karaoke-ing (at Carls' Jr) after business ethics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;30th: First ever studio (and official) photoshoot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really really nervous, and even called to studio to double check my booking. And I was hoping I won't be late, and I wasn't! The direct bus came just as I reached the bus stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kinda noob in the beginning but it was fun, Timotheus and then Cindy came along too and we had fun camwhoring while the model was getting her makeup done. I wasn't very happy with the shoot or the results but it really was an enlightening experience. Taught me more not to be so shy around strangers or else it'll be really hard to get the idea across...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TUg4G8M6TBI/AAAAAAAABOM/h8iPm-xFIIM/s400/rahel1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568762631134268434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Model: Rahel Stephanie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUA: Kathy Roland, both from modelmayhem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TUg5RllDdqI/AAAAAAAABO8/hL2qZ0oNNKA/s400/179331_459334747167_716672167_5083555_1488694_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568763913551705762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TUg5BpsJ9BI/AAAAAAAABO0/3qZ4qOL6OHk/s400/167663_459335322167_716672167_5083581_6345609_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568763639777326098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this was basically the whole of JANUARY for me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did have time to relax but now it's the busy period again, so many due dates approaching. And there's DSS. ): I don't like DSS and I feel like giving up but I don't wanna screw my group up so I guess I just need to persevere on for 2 more days, have to finish up. Then I can get my angbao money and start going out to study!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I welcome February with open arms, because it'll be March holidays soon! And there's Chinese New Year and then Valentines'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell the truth, CNY holds not much to me because it's just like THAT every year and the quality is deteriorating. I bet anybody would be disgusted at the way my family do this since I was young, so yeah, I'm pretty much jealous about everyone else's family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's Valentines'! Sadly I don't have anyone to be with (didn't have any last year) but spending it with friends is fun too! And I don't think I've the time to make cakes for everyone so yeah. TOO BAD. Hahahahaha. I bake the awesome-est cakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In poly, time flies right past and it's like just yesterday since I got into IBZ... And then it's 2011 already. But well, there's SO MANY THINGS to look forward to in 2011! A overseas holiday in March, 6-weeks immersion trip to Shanghai (I hope I won't end up speaking weird), and a probable buying trip in November! HOW FUN! :) And then we'll be in Year 3 doing our 6month overseas internship already! I wanna go someplace like New York! Actually Australia (or New Zealand) doesn't sound bad too. I just want a country that's fluent in English...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, no deep-thought post from me this time round! Gotta go rest now, (though I've hardly touched DSS, I'm exhausted already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your Lunar New Year holidays! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2359889555442079873?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2359889555442079873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2359889555442079873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2359889555442079873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2359889555442079873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2011/02/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/TUg5BY3V_ZI/AAAAAAAABOs/Ndpv4o194qU/s72-c/167204_495900753629_696028629_5909869_2318761_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-4380684756323347548</id><published>2011-01-01T04:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T04:18:00.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010.</title><content type='html'>Time really flies.&lt;div&gt;Here's 10 things that rocked my world in 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. Got into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;NP - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;IBZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm glad I did, else I wouldn't become the person I am, have the friends I have now, or learnt the lessons I learnt. Going overseas every now and then is a plus too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. Bought a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DSLR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Been so interested in it since secondary 2, and since I was suffering from some art block ever since 2009, I decided to take the plunge and try out photography. So far it hasn't been bad for me, even brought back some inspiration to drawing. Though painting will still be number 1 on my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3. Went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ho Chi Minh City, Hanoi... I don't think I'll ever go back again, heh. Really laidback place. Don't really like the level of pollution, though I've seen pictures of it being really beautiful in the countryside... But well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4.  Learnt how to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cook instant noodles and scrambled eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;DON'T LAUGH. I cook the most awesome instant noodles (secret techniques + ingredients!) and the most delish! scrambled eggs, EVER. Made with love, full-stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;5. &lt;s&gt;Stopped gaming.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay what, immediately after typing that, I remembered all the L4D2 I played with my friends and the Starcraft 2 craze I got into. So scrape the "stopped gaming" thing. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;6. Glee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It rocked my world! OkayI'mjusttypingthistofillupthespaces. Glee's really a great show anyway!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it'll be easier if I dedicated one point to each person that rocked my world this year, but it would definitely overshoot 10 points and I'll most probably get bored halfway through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;7. Worked at Topshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And screw you, Topshop/Topman management! *waves fist* The worst place anyone educated could work at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;8. Spent alot of time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I spent alot of time alone out there in 2010. Those times I truly felt small, felt so alone, felt so lonely, like there weren't anybody by my side at all. Kinda emotional. But well, those times I did think alot, I came to terms with some stuff, and decided to let go of some. Somehow the wall I've built around myself is thicker now, but I've put windows in some parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lost &lt;/span&gt;some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I lost some friends, those who were really close to me. It hurt so much. And though I hate to admit it, I've cried over every single one of you. Things happened that made us separate and say things we might not have meant to - but I guess it's fate. To you people, thank you for being part of my life at one point in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;10. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gained &lt;/span&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The balance of life - I made quite a few new friends, and quite some good friends whom I know will be my friends for long. I am thankful for you all, even the simplest action, has made me shed a tear, knowing that I still had friends at times when I felt so alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, 2011 came into my life while I was standing and watching the fireworks alone, the aunts were somewhere else. I felt so much like crying, to the beauty of the fireworks, and to the fact that I feel so alone. Things didn't go very well on the eve of new year, but things managed to turn around for a bit - went out with Sophia. Then she went home and I was alone again, before New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No friends. No family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I talk about my father giving me money, my aunt bringing me on trips. I don't understand why everyone's amazed at that, or envy me. In actual fact, I'm jealous of you. My family's not very well-off, but we can make ends meet. My family, my father, my aunts... All I can get from them is money. Just money. Only money. It hurts when they give me money for dinner just because they can't be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But enough about that. 11 New Year resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'll &lt;s&gt;try&lt;/s&gt; not to lose any more people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'll pull my grades up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'll try out photography for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'll improve my painting skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I'll unfat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I'll learn to let live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I'll not bottle things up as often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I'll read more, learn more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I'll &lt;b&gt;try &lt;/b&gt;to spend less in cafes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I'll &lt;s&gt;defy gravity&lt;/s&gt; be more independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I'll learn to love more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(12. Apologize more, even if I don't think I'm in the wrong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is all. Not very unrealistic are they, my resolutions? I've thought of a couple fun stuff I'll be adding to my "List of things to do before I die", one of them being, celebrating new year in Singapore and promptly flying over to Honolulu, Hawaii to count down a second time. How cool is that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And things I wanna do this year is to have a party in MBS, perhaps in March or New Year Eve 2011. Oh, and to perhaps start up a business so I'll have an income. Or maybe earn through photography, but I'm still amateur, so maybe drawing commissions, it's quite easy to earn through commissions, though I don't approve of fanart, but well, they DO sell. Heh. I bought a couple of books today, "Vote for Caesar", on how the Ancient Greeks and Romans solved the problems of Today, this is for light reading, really interesting though, and this other book on "The Secret History of the World", I loved The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown, and since his book took several facts from that book, I'm going to have a fun time downing this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do wonder why I'm in business though, I wonder how things would be like if I'd pursued medicine, science (research) or arts. Pretty wide variety eh? I can't believe I'm interested in all those, oh and history too. But history's pretty much a ventured-into territory already. Knowing History is for my own sick pleasure anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 2011, good night world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4380684756323347548?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4380684756323347548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4380684756323347548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4380684756323347548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4380684756323347548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010.'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-6570112839287566455</id><published>2010-12-19T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:57:35.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monochromatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TQ2eHxDHZfI/AAAAAAAABN0/M_Ycg8YXWjs/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous week I was on a high, despite it being the middle of common tests (I had plenty of fun during the CT period too.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was listening to Christmas songs on a daily basis, and I was just so happy. No surprise that it was short-lived. Something happened that eventually resulted in me ranting on my twitter, talking about things I initially considered taboo - I still do. I mentioned parts of my life I thought I'll never be able to openly talk about in public. Some stuff, I say with a smile and say it's okay. I never meant anything to sound emo - I could do emo, but no. I'm totally over that emo-rebellious stage of my life (Secondary 2-3). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things happened, not for the first time, but it made me realised how little I felt, cared and am. It felt as if life was playing a joke on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day at Sentosa, I realised how self-conscious I was, I would always switch to the other naturally. I realised that was how insecure I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised, I'll never be fixed. The part of my life that's empty can never be filled, for one can't turn back time and memories can never be altered. And dead people, they can't live again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know, no matter how many scars I have, I will never stay around moping for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though some people might say I'm being dramatic, or whatever. Nobody will ever know the full unwritten story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's a jolly photo from Disneyland 2 years ago during Christmas season to bring the spirits up (though mine's long gone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TQ2dfC9-I5I/AAAAAAAABNs/4igL4TiAHm4/s400/IMG_0466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-6570112839287566455?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6570112839287566455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=6570112839287566455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6570112839287566455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6570112839287566455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/12/monochromatic.html' title='monochromatic'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/TQ2eHxDHZfI/AAAAAAAABN0/M_Ycg8YXWjs/s72-c/IMG_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-6569871234451072524</id><published>2010-11-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:51:41.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16.</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Sixteen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a rollercoaster ride, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing friends, gaining friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's memories I wouldn't want to recap, ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were happy memories, but they hurt more than ever now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So goodbye. I'm going to leave everything behind now.&lt;/div&gt;&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/5156055189491080647-6569871234451072524?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6569871234451072524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=6569871234451072524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6569871234451072524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6569871234451072524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/11/16.html' title='16.'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-8978105636815642878</id><published>2010-11-05T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:50:22.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>We're finally getting into the groove of school. Well... Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timetable's been strangely slack this semester, so I'm hoping they won't drop some Fat Man project on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(typed the above at night, then I fell asleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with Yvonne and Jet after school yesterday. I mean, it's been a long time since I relaxed and just had FUN. Initially we just planned to go Clementi for Koi - Jet has been whining the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got Koi, total waiting time was around 30mins. Got our drink, decided to 'kill time' walking around the mall. Went to the arcade, walked around and played jubeat. Left the arcade and Jet went to the gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Yvonne and me were waiting outside the LAN shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people playing L4D2. Tempted much. Yvonne suggested to play, yay. So we went in to play. How ironic, we could have opened up our laptops and played on the spot but we paid $2 each. It was really fun! And for a moment I felt like those high school delinquents who hung out at LAN shops after school. Boo. We didn't complete the game but it didn't matter. We had an enjoyable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 5pm then when we left. Yvonne left for school and Jet and I went to the interchange. I stupidly forgot 166 took a longer route, much longer route than 165 and decided to go on 166 just when we were about to board 165, just because 166 was a double decker bus. Phooey. The bus ride was really long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home. Watched Marmaduke and it was such a great movie. I'm a lil obsessed with talking animal shows after I watched Cats &amp;amp; Dogs 2 : Revenge of Kitty Galore, no joke. I loved these shows. Then afterwards, I watched Garfield 2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I say about me being obsessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to get up and do some tutorials now before I head out later. This is a really boring post, but don't worry. I'm just procrastinating on The workplace post, I assure it'll be very interesting. But very wordy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-8978105636815642878?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8978105636815642878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=8978105636815642878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8978105636815642878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8978105636815642878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-3017597384021832992</id><published>2010-10-30T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:43:21.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week of school</title><content type='html'>I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the awesome people in IBZ. I miss them so much. Time flew right pass when I was working. But I'm glad to announce that I've concluded my working stint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline went to Taiwan over the holidays, she msned me back then, excitedly saying she got me something I "confirm will like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/57.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/30/s_57.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40% plum spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to insist I am not an alcoholic, seems like everyone treats me as one. Amazing drink though, had hell a time trying to open it during macroecons lecture. Hilarious actually. Tried it and it burnt immediately, let the others try it and kept the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you Angeline for that nice drink. I tried to get drunk on it at home on a night when i wasn't feeling too good.. But it didn't work despite me drinking all of the remaining half in one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberley went to Australia. Aah Australia, such a lovely country. She bought apricot jam for me, yay. I missed the apricot jam, funny how I never tried searching for them in Singapore - there's just something about local jam in Australia. It was obviously delish! Thanks Kim for providing me with the morning fructose I require to keep awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week only had lectures, DSS workshop and LMS class. I, obviously stoned out during lectures, but I vaguely remember that the lecturers are quite funny. Sadly I realized I hadn't been listening and that I really need to get textbooks asap, AND to start on tutorials. Really need to get my results up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RWA (Regional &amp; World Affairs) module seems really interesting. It's really cool when a module is made specially for your course. It's going to be exciting to plan for an entire trip for our classmates - yes, we are really going to do that, only in IBZ. Plans are underway and I hope we'll be able to go further out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was LMS class, it starts at 8am. I swear I had a hard time trying to get up. Slept on the shuttle bus. 1hour into the lesson I started dozing off, thankfully the tutor ended the lesson at 9:30. Met up with some others who ended way earlier than us. Lepaked and talked at makan place for very long. Had wanted to go to the scarefest haunted house in school, but people started backing out. So Yvonne, Kim and me decided to go town in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home first then went to school again. Totally using the bus concession to the max, haha. Had a really great time with these two girls. Played with Halloween decos, funny.  Reached home around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm on a bus that I took from MBS. I must say that the architecture at the area was good. Didn't know it looked so awesome. This bus takes a scenic route. "scenic" in Singapore terms, seeing more of old building etc. Didn't do much today, saw a spectacular performance at MBS though. Maybe I'll start on tutorials when I reach home. Or start planning for my photoshoot. I can't wait to get my own camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3017597384021832992?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3017597384021832992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3017597384021832992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3017597384021832992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3017597384021832992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-week-of-school.html' title='First week of school'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-3997758895202202211</id><published>2010-10-23T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T03:17:17.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast you off my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TMHbr78v2JI/AAAAAAAABNk/Axog2hnlZHc/s1600/blastsketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TMHbr78v2JI/AAAAAAAABNk/Axog2hnlZHc/s400/blastsketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530943365261023378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;Because I need to.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;Because I just can't be thinking of you any longer&lt;/blockqoute&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3997758895202202211?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3997758895202202211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3997758895202202211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3997758895202202211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3997758895202202211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/10/blast-you-off-my-mind.html' title='Blast you off my mind'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/TMHbr78v2JI/AAAAAAAABNk/Axog2hnlZHc/s72-c/blastsketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-2566362237724260851</id><published>2010-10-15T04:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T16:31:14.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthearted</title><content type='html'>Here's a simple, everyday-life post. Realised I haven't been doing these kinda posts in such a long time - stories that depict what I've actually been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be boring, since most people seem to prefer the superbly long and dramatic/emotional posts. (i can infer that from the jump in pageviews everytime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try to keep it short and simple, with pictures! Here I go :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_1999.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working these few days, in case anyone still don't know from my rants on twitter and facebook. I'm not trying to be stuck up, but well, I guess it'll be hard to understand unless you're working at the same location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I had the opportunity to meet up with my darling bitches : Jolene, Sherry, Sophia and Weikang. Went for dinner at tampopo on the JC kids last day of promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_2000.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_2001.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was mainly talking and walking, catching up with one another since it's been so long all of us hung out together. Really had fun talking to them, laughing about old stories back in our secondary school days, like how Jolene and I would enjoy going to town for CCA whole most others were toiling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_2002.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_2003.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been going home so late these days, even when I end work early or when I go out on my off-days. I reach home about 11pm. That night Sherry, Soph and me just sat at DQ outside Wendy's and just talked. And that place has to be my new chill out place. I remember there was another evening when I met up with Soph at 7pm in town and talked until 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from meeting up with them, I met up with Michelle too. I always have so much fun with her, though I'm kinda like bullying her... Since primary 3, awww nostalgic much.  Had MOF at Raffles City for dinner after work and had coffee at TCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_2004.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kafee-politian, consisting of coffee, coffee jelly, choco... And alcohol. That is bailey's. It tastes so heavenly. I hadn't had coffee for so long and bailey's for even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_2005.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_2007.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_2008.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="281" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the intention to shop but my mood got ruined halfway and my shopping buddy wasn't helping. Bought a pair of wedges I've been wanting but I hadn't been myself for the past few days. I didn't even take it out of the box since I bought it at the shop until just now to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_2009.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are going to see me in this pair quite often. It's so comfortable and I can walk fast / jog in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I caught Buried on Monday too. I guess I wasn't in the mood to shop, and like I said, the shopping companion was really making things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried. Not for the claustrophobic. It's good in a way but boring if you're not scared of confined spaces. Not worth the time though, IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I cant really pinpoint what made my mood so bad, I guess it was the guilt in my heart that day, worsened by something that happened in the late afternoon. Subsequently deteriorated by phone calls throughout the day and reading some comments online. Hopefully though, things will go back the way they were. I don't blame anyone, I understand their point of view, though I can't fathom why anyone would want to blow it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something recently, and I immediately felt guilty, well he might not realize it, but I was so ashamed. I realized I'm more than just a devil, a childish person. I can't change. I don't think before I do anything - well sometimes, I guess if I do, I'll never get down to doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change. I want to float above all the emotions overwhelming me and think logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I guess I said I wanted a simple post. So imma head to sleep - it's 4:17am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight lovelies. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/14/s_2010.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" border="0" width="210" height="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2566362237724260851?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2566362237724260851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2566362237724260851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2566362237724260851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2566362237724260851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/10/lighthearted.html' title='Lighthearted'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-4405817082864587144</id><published>2010-10-07T02:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T02:49:10.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak</title><content type='html'>I'm a cold hearted freak&lt;br /&gt;That's why nobody will ever love me&lt;br /&gt;So leave me alone when I weep&lt;br /&gt;I don't even need to tell you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4405817082864587144?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4405817082864587144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4405817082864587144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4405817082864587144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4405817082864587144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/10/freak.html' title='Freak'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-5021193117303314319</id><published>2010-10-05T03:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T03:09:45.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I'm staring at a broken door&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid games we play&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye&lt;br /&gt;My dear lovelorn heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-5021193117303314319?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5021193117303314319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=5021193117303314319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5021193117303314319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5021193117303314319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/10/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-820681311957825348</id><published>2010-09-25T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:21:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer In Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how cheesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I've thought of changing my url, and don't ask why it isn't dreamerinreality@bs.com... I created that blog with another email and I forgot which email and password it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realised it's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fucking dreamer who sits around and dreams of improbable futures. Eating apple pies in a cottage where the birds chirp outside? Dooooood (omg I miss Prinny) that happens only in Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer, but one that knows reality, knows the fine line between fantasy and real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others, they dream but they will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm on my way. Because I'm actually doing things that might lead me on the journey there, I'm saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt;, but at least, there's a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking &lt;/span&gt;label me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;dreamerinREALITY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-820681311957825348?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/820681311957825348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=820681311957825348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/820681311957825348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/820681311957825348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/09/dreamer-in-reality.html' title='Dreamer In Reality'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-1805161955176088845</id><published>2010-09-18T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:43:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zoom + gaze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TJR0TDDGL4I/AAAAAAAABNc/LKBQn4Mdb68/s400/mmsophia4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518163314020331394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zoom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TJR0SxeOTCI/AAAAAAAABNU/dDAzSBc0hwc/s400/mmsophia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518163309302271010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;model / Sophia T.&lt;br /&gt;photography / Alyssa C.&lt;br /&gt;directions, makeup, styling / Us&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ever photoshoot, I do consider this a success, given that both Soph and me are inexperienced, I mean, she didn't even want to be my model in the first place and I don't even know how to handle a DSLR in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the DSLR, I have to thank Yi Hui for lending me the camera so I could even have this chance to have a photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've to thank Angeline for lending me the dress, without her, Soph wouldn't have anything to wear since I couldn't get the clothes from my blogshop in time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gained so much knowledge from this photoshoot, and I can't wait to have my next photoshoot! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-1805161955176088845?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1805161955176088845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1805161955176088845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1805161955176088845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1805161955176088845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/09/zoom-gaze.html' title='zoom + gaze'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/TJR0TDDGL4I/AAAAAAAABNc/LKBQn4Mdb68/s72-c/mmsophia4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-8075865178653320637</id><published>2010-09-13T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:18:14.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TI4yBi8aslI/AAAAAAAABNA/8DUHoausndw/s1600/floating+market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TI4yBi8aslI/AAAAAAAABNA/8DUHoausndw/s400/floating+market.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516401595716907602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TI4yCTALjdI/AAAAAAAABNI/rFYWa_NgLNA/s1600/floatingmarket2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TI4yCTALjdI/AAAAAAAABNI/rFYWa_NgLNA/s400/floatingmarket2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516401608617594322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #3 for the holidays - Relearn Photoshop&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/5156055189491080647-8075865178653320637?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8075865178653320637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=8075865178653320637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8075865178653320637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8075865178653320637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/09/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/TI4yBi8aslI/AAAAAAAABNA/8DUHoausndw/s72-c/floating+market.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-4144878119155980503</id><published>2010-09-07T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:49:53.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chef!</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from studying Microecons to blog this! (and also the alleviate the impression that everyone has about me from that previous, lengthy post)&lt;br /&gt;So minimal words with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really going to be a very lame post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I got really hungry the other night, poor me, house have nothing to nomz, so I decided to cook instant noodles! Like, what's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big deal was that, it was my virgin attempt to COOK something. Yes, laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the noodles were nice, because yours truly is gifted in culinary arts, so I shall walk you through on how to cook instant noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, prepare your ingredients! And utensils you'll need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TIUm0CzVxtI/AAAAAAAABMI/svJpOnPq97w/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513855994332301010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Egg would be the essential ingredient in instant noodles,&lt;br /&gt;but I found some cherry tomatoes in the fridge so I decided to just add them in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TIUm0mXQuMI/AAAAAAAABMQ/bhwCOuvzkck/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513856003878205634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, boil some water and put the noodles in.&lt;br /&gt;Try not to use such a small pot like mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;because there wasn't enough water and it almost overflowed when i added more&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I am THAT skilled. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TIUoPNvb0rI/AAAAAAAABMw/nhSmtCEaw_o/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513857560636805810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiggle the noodles around until they seperate, add the seasoning in.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, chop up the cherry tomatoes into half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TIUm1JUEVZI/AAAAAAAABMY/EftrYLt2028/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513856013260051858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dump all the cherry tomatoes in and stir.&lt;br /&gt;The zest of the tomatoes will mix with the soup.&lt;br /&gt;Add the egg and you're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TIUm1oxWDBI/AAAAAAAABMg/jIsdv3PIlWg/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513856021704346642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instant noodles are meant to be eaten during work!&lt;br /&gt;This looks delicious, IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;Wished I had veges to garnish. Yes I like my food colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TIUm2LslhUI/AAAAAAAABMo/Qv8ADNQoo5U/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513856031079630146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/endlamepost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*trudges back to MIEC*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4144878119155980503?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4144878119155980503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4144878119155980503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4144878119155980503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4144878119155980503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/09/chef.html' title='Chef!'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/TIUm0CzVxtI/AAAAAAAABMI/svJpOnPq97w/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-8306874799020482219</id><published>2010-09-05T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:04:23.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So where do we go now?</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to blog this for quite some time, wasn't able to due to &lt;del&gt;severe procrastination&lt;/del&gt; exams and the mugging I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been thinking of my choices in life. I didn't want to enter junior college, not because I'm too stupid for it. I have trust and belief I will be able to handle it, albeit the tremendous stress I'll probably be facing, judging from what my college counterparts are dealing with now. But before you think I'm a proud bitch who thinks she's a smartass, &lt;del&gt;I am&lt;/del&gt; I do not think I'll be able to excel in JC. For someone like me, there's only last minute cramming - regular revision don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I move on to my current choice, let's take a walk down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the kind to follow friends, not that they aren't significant enough, it's because I live for myself. Neither have I been the kind to listen to the adults. Call me a rebel, though I don't think I am. I've never been a follower, never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting 248 for PSLE might seem good to some of you, but in my context, I don't think I did good. From first in class for Prelims to being third in PSLE. Of course PSLE didn't matter. But I vaguely remember people saying I was complacent, "pffft, from first drop to third", you know, the usual Singaporean mockery. I was only 12. And I think that made me stop trying so hard for exams. I don't mean to brag, but I think I was one of the smarter students in school, of course my school had crazily gifted students... I was the average smart one. Same went for my tuition center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I entered Xinmin. It was weird, I didn't foresee it at all. To tell the truth, I didn't know where I wanted to go. My family wanted me to go Anderson, go St. Nicholas. But I hated the thought of going to those school. I don't hate the schools, I don't know shit about them, I guess, looking back, I just didn't want to follow the ideals of the adults. I was secretly happy that I got 248, 1 point short to enter ANDSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinmin Secondary, I spent 4 years in it. 3months before results were released. I didn't know the existence of this school. I heard it once from my tuition teacher who said it was a good school. So I just put it down as my second choice. I didn't want to go Ang Mo Kio Secondary or the likes - those were the places the adults suggested as an alternative from the first choice they made me put. And to tell the truth, I never had any idea of just putting a school where the bulk of my friends were going, I never once consulted them on my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't regret going to Xinmin. It changed me, both ways, for the worse, and for the better. I learned to defend myself against people, mentally. I became someone whose EQ might equate to that of a rock - but the truth was, I knew how they would feel, I just didn't care about their feelings. In fact, i wanted them to feel that way. Unconsciously, I isolated parts of me, which I found out only recently. And am still uncovering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I still got hurt, there was still the drama, the rumors, the very weird relationships I had with some people (not love, I'm sure of it). But yes, there were wonderful memories etched into my mind. Now, some of these made me laugh and anticipate what more would come, while some do nothing more than make me shed a tear, as I remember that it's impossible to write anymore history with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school life was life-changing, like I said. Some things have scarred me for life, in all ways you can imagine, mentally, emotionally and physically. One significant change was that, my trust in those adults, those who have been trying to pave a designated route for me, have been ripped to pieces. Every single time I tried to really enjoy time with them after, I would recall what they've done, and what they actually are. Lying, hypocritical creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school was also when I became really interested in art. I remembered how I pored over DeviantArt, wishing how I could be like them. Then I picked up a pencil. This was followed by random clicks on Photoshop, which I learnt, and am still learning, on my own. Then i was handed a dslr and told to take pictures around the school. I didn't know why, but everyone seemed to like my photos, even the instructor. Holding the camera, I just felt I could capture something, anything, everything in its most beautiful moment. Next, I took a risk, and asked to buy a graphic tablet. A good buy, to which I'm still using today. I've learnt so many things from digital painting. And I delved into the world of fashion. High fashion. Street fashion. Haute couture. I was undoubtedly, fascinated. The rest would be history though, for I am still learning how to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then O levels came, and it was over in no time. Before that, there were already people asking me where I wanted to go. Did I ever once consider JC? Nope. All the JC talks the school had for us, I either skipped them or was in my own world during. Not once have I imagined myself in a JC, and obviously, I didn't know a single detail about the curriculum then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did I wanted to go? I do remember being vaguely interested in Tourism. Until it got slammed by an Adult who thought I couldn't do it. That I didn't have the right attitude. Sure, above all, my interest lies within the art industry. I loved, and still do, painting, drawing, sculpturing, the feeling of being able to create. I told myself, if I couldn't enter the Business course that would be optimal for me, I would definitely go into an art school or course. I believe I made a rational decision, after all, it was hard enough trying to convince the adults to let me enter a polytechnic, an institute of what they consider - lower education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results came out, and since I'm not planning for tertiary education, I won't mention my L1R5. My L1R4, though, was a single digit. You could say I was secretly hoping I screwed my results up so I would be left with no choice and could pursue an art education. It was a dumb thought, so I am glad my results aren't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chose International Business. I guessed the next sane choice would be a business course, I figured it would be a more stable form of education. Amazingly though, I wasn't into Media, so courses like Mass Comm didn't attract me. However I, at some point of time wanted to be a filmmaker, a director. I still have this wish of filming something, though this thought doesn't shine as brightly as 3 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Business. I'm glad to say I never once regretted the choice, or if I was on the verge of regretting, I would tell myself, it is my choice. I've met awesome people in it, and in the first six months I've been in poly, I've experienced some things that I never thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the midst of exams, we start to ask ourselves, "What are we doing this for? Business statistics, management, economics... Is that what I really want to do in the future?" Surprisingly, some of my course mates are still undecided. I had thought that people who chose poly over JC was because they had a target in mind, so they wouldn't need the all rounded education in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I still don't know. What a waste would it be, if I ended up back in the art industry. But I guess that was where I really wanted to go in the first place. But do I regret my choice in business? No I don't, I trust that whatever thing I might learn, and remember at the end of my 3 year journey would be helpful in unseen ways, even the experience of working with people, in groups, against datelines would aid me greatly. I've a feeling I still might end up in the art industry somehow, I do wish for that, but of course, a successful individual in the art industry, and not just a shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost... So, where do I go now? What do I aim for next? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope this brings me to what I want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-8306874799020482219?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8306874799020482219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=8306874799020482219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8306874799020482219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8306874799020482219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-where-do-we-go-now.html' title='So where do we go now?'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-4487135590900038257</id><published>2010-08-22T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T21:18:36.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>To that friend whom I've known for almost 7 years, the one who I played monopoly with almost every other week, the one who dreamed with me of setting up a business of our own - what a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell out recently, and what hurt me the most, wasn't the fact that the 6 year friendship was gone - time plays no part in how deep a friendship can go, it was the fact that you didn't bother holding on, the fact that you didn't even see what I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mind that everytime we talked, it was about you, about your school life, about the people you liked. It wasn't that I didn't trust you - I did. I didn't tell you about my life because I didn't want to burden you. I think I explained that, but you just weren't paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mind that I was constantly compared to you in the place where we grew up in. Even though I grew to hate that place, I didn't hate you. You probably didn't realise how I'd felt back then. No surprise - you were always the favourite of everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor did I mind that you blew off on me, JC life is busy, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't tell me beforehand. Why am I always the one talking to you? You don't even take the initiative to talk to your 'good friend'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, why do you keep the people you say, fake, so close to you? You told me they were good people, then when we fell out, you said they didn't care. Or were you even listening when I asked you about them? Or were you lying either way? Whatever it is, it is definitely not to prevent me from worrying too much, I bet you never worried about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you a chance to make it right. Yet you asked me, what do I want now?&lt;br /&gt;What could I have said that didn't seem childish at the point of time?&lt;br /&gt;Could I have listed out some guidelines to be my friend? No, that's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you a chance, but all you wanted to say was, how bad your life was.&lt;br /&gt;So what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that friend who I treated as one of my really close friends - what a pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4487135590900038257?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4487135590900038257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4487135590900038257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4487135590900038257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4487135590900038257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-7529685342489610167</id><published>2010-08-15T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:51:04.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2 in NP...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;In photos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf24lxM7KI/AAAAAAAABII/06Qaw2vaB0Q/s400/13464_1467995790464_1550658227_31139600_6437230_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505640521555307682" border="0" /&gt;Sad faces because the food sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf24w12y0I/AAAAAAAABIQ/w_cGf2iKk8A/s400/34075_378160052167_716672167_3660037_8021590_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505640524527618882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf6Qj-ox5I/AAAAAAAABL4/OxWwL0CmYvQ/s400/IMG_3248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505644231926531986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf6QS8RL2I/AAAAAAAABLw/ijhtus4aXJs/s400/IMG_3163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505644227353194338" border="0" /&gt;Rocks that are supposedly kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf6QB3kaTI/AAAAAAAABLo/28SkKFLMQz4/s400/IMG_3146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505644222770080050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf6Pl_YNGI/AAAAAAAABLg/AOlIj0sCOrw/s400/IMG_2985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505644215286641762" border="0" /&gt;AWESOME traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf5m1eZPDI/AAAAAAAABLY/lXkgERcILRc/s400/IMG_2927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505643515068628018" border="0" /&gt;Sexy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf5mHBZk1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/nzNU2opp7Fg/s400/IMG_2870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505643502598984530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf5l2FiezI/AAAAAAAABLI/ZeVgPSuAfr8/s400/IMG_2836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505643498052942642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf5lSj5MXI/AAAAAAAABLA/Zr2WbyosUt0/s400/IMG_2813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505643488516583794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf5lOeOSiI/AAAAAAAABK4/oG28rgZByxk/s400/IMG_2810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505643487419058722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf4vrX2goI/AAAAAAAABKw/ZOKmpuwLNr8/s400/IMG_2806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642567464026754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf4vQ0lEwI/AAAAAAAABKo/vJij-d64Ujo/s400/IMG_2723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642560336761602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard at work on IBES at the Loft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf3nUMcc1I/AAAAAAAABIo/IPfYZY9uSDU/s400/35221_425829733112_611993112_4695987_7135474_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641324291584850" border="0" /&gt;Hard at work for IBES @ the Loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf23yQB0tI/AAAAAAAABH4/PVy7pXnnQeg/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505640507725959890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;amp;W badminton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf4JjczqDI/AAAAAAAABKI/pKYyu72JSLc/s400/39619_1518548134241_1550658227_31269806_3792738_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641912502298674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;IBZs love the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf4H2JS_RI/AAAAAAAABJw/o86vGwYweuQ/s400/38176_1508246596709_1550658227_31240946_2766894_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641883161001234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf4Hlr6xvI/AAAAAAAABJo/Mg4F9Ce238g/s400/38091_415321437073_537902073_4437352_4374888_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641878742812402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf1CaXIjKI/AAAAAAAABHg/NINkpS4xDv8/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505638491268615330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf3m5BAVbI/AAAAAAAABIY/sPwS-T4XrEk/s400/34154_383800822167_716672167_3799043_7908284_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641316995847602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf36573gUI/AAAAAAAABJY/HxUcYYm5aoU/s400/37479_415321522073_537902073_4437361_7180243_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641660840116546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf3nKhu_8I/AAAAAAAABIg/tSXnfbHNrpA/s400/34921_383802662167_716672167_3799180_8095068_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641321696526274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf36pmt0GI/AAAAAAAABJQ/knhdz0Te-x0/s400/36398_1474147824261_1550658227_31154701_8075400_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641656456433762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shit drawn in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf92xivTUI/AAAAAAAABMA/jQDTs8cmDho/s1600/37487_413614388667_710443667_4720262_4579425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf92xivTUI/AAAAAAAABMA/jQDTs8cmDho/s400/37487_413614388667_710443667_4720262_4579425_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505648186937527618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf1BED3aSI/AAAAAAAABHI/aOUcTWm8dmk/s400/001.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505638468102351138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XMS Drama Night 2010. ELDDS is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf36USQLkI/AAAAAAAABJI/l04BObkqb6c/s400/35978_417939087694_733982694_4949684_878052_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641650733461058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf4JRVy-KI/AAAAAAAABKA/tqzkJ4CQUYo/s400/39221_453174460305_646855305_6721639_471375_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641907641055394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf3588CpeI/AAAAAAAABJA/GZPFqUwgiJc/s400/35978_417939082694_733982694_4949683_4967203_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641644466284002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf3oNqIhxI/AAAAAAAABI4/JJUWuCiJYMo/s400/35978_417939042694_733982694_4949675_6076914_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641339716929298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf3niQ7XiI/AAAAAAAABIw/HAOZBDk5PNw/s400/35978_417939037694_733982694_4949674_2280420_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641328068484642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Bestie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf24B0phpI/AAAAAAAABIA/RrqmgiJw39Y/s400/014.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505640511906088594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf4IEhO8iI/AAAAAAAABJ4/6f3_5nmmtkk/s400/38737_420899659005_741469005_4998458_5318513_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505641887019495970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf1B90Ur4I/AAAAAAAABHY/bR35N0CuVys/s400/004+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505638483606417282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf23b1-Z5I/AAAAAAAABHw/WCIPOsrngos/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505640501711103890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAng! 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf4u62S_CI/AAAAAAAABKg/XlweGuyJySk/s400/41343_420161968802_746798802_5046216_2691042_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642554438384674" border="0" /&gt;Some of the crew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf4u8DI12I/AAAAAAAABKY/rLJIuzMRBrM/s400/40488_423806077073_537902073_4658745_3774322_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642554760681314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf4us8t6VI/AAAAAAAABKQ/pkhjy8XVg2o/s400/40292_423815877073_537902073_4659050_7619443_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505642550707218770" border="0" /&gt;Like I've said, IBZs love the cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5156055189491080647-7529685342489610167?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7529685342489610167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7529685342489610167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7529685342489610167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7529685342489610167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/08/term-2-in-np.html' title='Term 2 in NP...'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/TGf24lxM7KI/AAAAAAAABII/06Qaw2vaB0Q/s72-c/13464_1467995790464_1550658227_31139600_6437230_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-7482961088426886298</id><published>2010-07-12T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:46:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>popsicle dreams (II)</title><content type='html'>I realised i haven't blogged anything specifically about Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam  trip has brought us (IBZ) closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i deleted a whole chunk because i felt it was too sensitive, and offensive. and i'll probably get hated on for that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll  probably be posting about Vietnam during the YOG break (haha  procrastination much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went cineleisure in the morning to watch Blood Pledge with Jolene, Sherry and Weikang. It was nice. Really nice. And scary. Thank god it was the first thing we did in the outing, so the movie wasn't fresh in my mind as i went home. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm rushing out projects and  studies. Haven't been sleeping much for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a  series of dreams two nights ago that scared me so much. It wasn't the  content, it was knowing that I'm in a dream, and I can't wake up. Maybe  that's how it's like to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should try controlling  myself in the dream (Astral Projection!) hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm better off being alone. Secondary school  friends would know I've trust issues. It's not you, it's me, I'm  paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7482961088426886298?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7482961088426886298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7482961088426886298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7482961088426886298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7482961088426886298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/07/popsicle-dreams-ii.html' title='popsicle dreams (II)'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-3257305941320560094</id><published>2010-07-03T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:47:17.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nutshell</title><content type='html'>I'm going back to my bubble&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my spaceship&lt;br /&gt;I'm building a cocoon around myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because since nobody wants to listen&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off, alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy keeping things to yourself&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when you know that nobody's listening&lt;br /&gt;When you're talking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1686220300248058791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1686220300248058791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1686220300248058791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/06/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-2940960943669272942</id><published>2010-06-13T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T03:11:32.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move it</title><content type='html'>had fun dancing over webcam with jacq.&lt;br /&gt;danced until almost 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how to dance&lt;br /&gt;i've never learnt dancing before either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just moved according to the music&lt;br /&gt;it was great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sweated my mcdonald's EVM out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of mac,&lt;br /&gt;i went to the mac oppst kbcc to have dinner with zhimin. :D&lt;br /&gt;didn't see her in such a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess we chose the wrong timing.&lt;br /&gt;mac was CROWDED with soccer fans, and i got a shock when they suddenly cheered. ._.&lt;br /&gt;i reached at 7, ate, talked, and left at 8. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me: erm, can i NOT have the cup?&lt;br /&gt;mcdonald waiter: no, you MUST have the cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;geez. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised i have a fascination for the macabre, since young.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i'd gotten over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think once you see through the darkness and horror of the piece, you can understand the meaning behind them.&lt;br /&gt;the sadness, the hatred, the love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a rabbit hole&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you ain't gonna find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2940960943669272942?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2940960943669272942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2940960943669272942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2940960943669272942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2940960943669272942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/06/move-it.html' title='move it'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-6432741098231463015</id><published>2010-05-29T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:57:29.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stars are drowning</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been really really hectic for me, even though it's elearning week. And I seem to be doing -at least one stupid thing per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school last friday early to do miec project and still ended up being late for class. Just because I took the wrong route. Badminton that day was boring I think, I seemed to be missing everything that came my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! Met up with michelle after 3 years. We've known each other since Primary 3. The set meeting time was 1pm. She was late by 30mins, and I was late by 1hour. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the time walking and talking, we had soooo much to catch up on! Then we saw zeng Jie (primary sch friend) and chen fan (secondary sch friend) at orchard road, doing CIP. What a coincidence! We were made to donate anyway. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to isetan, saw my friends at CK, they were too busy, so didn't get to talk much with them. Then we decided to go kbox at cineleisure, so walked back and saw our nyjc friends again, and that was when I broke my heel. I love playing with my heels by standing in the awkward manner. But it broke! ): it was my pair of boots from hk.. I sound so bimbo... Anyways, made our way to cine to see if kbox was available, but it wasn't. ): bad timing. Then headed towards 313 to find a pair of shoes. Kinda fell in f21 and couldn't wear the 4inch wedges I wanted to buy because my right foot was hurting so much. ): but I got another pair of shoes from mitju, and I like it loads! Mich also bought a new pair of heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went new look where we tried on shoes then we decided to go eat. We wanted kbox but michelle said it was "7 / 8" pm already. So we decided to go eat. Ended up at orchard central, where I realised it was actually 6plus. ._. her watch was screwed. So I guess it's fate where brought us to Oh-Grills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'll be eating at oh-grills, because it's some really high class restaurant that charges steak by the weight. Ordered this pork and steak platter for two ($38), the steak was Delisious! The pork was nice too, but one piece was soooo hard that we ended up not eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Michelle wanted to order alcohol, so I ordered along. I got vodka while she had blue lagoon. And her blue lagoon had no taste of alcohol that she kept complaining that the person diluted her drink. Haha. So she wanted to order again. She got tequila. Then the staff told us it was 1 for 1 happy hour, I could have another drink. So I got lychee martini. Anyway the tequila was so strong that it made me burn up with a sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bill came up to 70+, after a 15% discount for students. (lol at the irony, alcohol for students)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the staff at oh grills are really friendly, would wanna go eat there again. And al fresco dining under the stars is a really unique experience.&lt;br /&gt;(oh grills is at level 7 of orchard central)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go home, I was red, but not drunk. I had blood shot eyes but I wasn't drunk. (had to emphasize on the fact I didn't get drunk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, sunday, went tampines to do ITB project, did a little then ange and I kinda got bored, we were doing the database. After that ange and I walked around, trying on clothes. Hahaha. Went home and tried to do ITB to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. IBZ chalet was on! But I didn't go. Haha, went amk library to do bcomm summary with Celine, digressed LOADS. and I found out she isn't as serious as she looks. Wahahaha. She's pretty lame too. Went home after she had to leave for sch, chionged bcomm summary at home and I'm proud to have cut out so many stuff. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday! Had miec elearning online. At 9:30. It was so so so boring! Ended up msning Cindy and Tim throughout the session, and had a mini online karaoke session after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i started packing for chalet. And I headed for pasir ris. Reached at 2pm and met up with Celine and angeline. Stupid Tim was so dumb. He called me telling me he reached, told him we were at macs. After a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim : hey Alyssa, where's mac? It's at the basement right?&lt;br /&gt;Me : nope it's in first floor&lt;br /&gt;Tim : eh I just went downstairs..&lt;br /&gt;Me : ...&lt;br /&gt;Tim : eh why am I at tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha then we were laughing at him for the whole time. He finally arrived at 3plus with Edgar and gabriel arrived shortly after.. Then we headed to chalet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet was boring. (Because there was nobody there.)&lt;br /&gt;Wenxuan came back and opened the door for us, we deposited our stuff there then went to meet up with the rest of the IBZians at ehub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us went bowling, some of us went pool. I went to eat with Fx, Ange and Germaine. Hahahha. We're gluttons. But the food sucked. It's this random hong kong cafe (not The Hong Kong Cafe). felt like we got ripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked alot, mainly about ghost stories (which set our mood for the night cycling later on) Sijun and deb then came to find us and we carried on talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met up with the powlers and returned to chalet. Realised the bike kiosk was CLOSED.&lt;br /&gt;Which meant no night cycling!&lt;br /&gt;): determined not to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to another bicycle kiosk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, the cyclists were : Angeline, Fx, Germaine, Timotheus, Edgar, Gabriel, Weijie, and Hengxuan! And me of course. 9 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had BBQ, played cards, then went with some of the guys to find Tim and Ange at the playground at 11pm. I swear the freaking bridge was freaky. But I think it was only me feeling that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the playground, suffered an injury, thanks to Edgar... I flew down 2metres. The process was interesting down, everything seemed to be in slow-mo, and I felt I wasn't in my body as I fell and hit the ground. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found this kitty and played with it for a looooooooooong while. hahaha. i seriously dont see what's wrong with liking cats. some people love their ccas, some love justin bieber (tho i can't fathom how and why), others love insects. So it would be good if my favourites aren't scrutinized. Unless i've a hobby of killing things, you better call someone to lock me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went night cycling at 12am/1am when fx returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went och, cycled on expressway, got sent by to pasir ris by some friendly people, and reached chalet at around 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this was kept short, because well, words just can't describe the feeling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went back, showered. The shower felt so goooooood.&lt;br /&gt;Then went out for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to cycle, our asses hurt enough.&lt;br /&gt;hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was practically sleeping on the table during breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out of chalet at 10, went home, took 88 with Edgar and Desmond.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and ate lunch, did bcomm and went to sleep~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D woke up at 6pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday! Met my BGMT grp in woodlands for project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday! Went Ange's house to do project.. Ange and I completed our parts in like 5mins. Hahahah, then she had fun putting makeup on me.. while celine and kim did work. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ange and i went marina to meet with jacq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no money to shop. ): ran out of money days ago. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, then got kinda emo yesterday, then decided to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-6432741098231463015?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6432741098231463015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=6432741098231463015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6432741098231463015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6432741098231463015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/stars-are-drowning.html' title='The stars are drowning'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-3737131485528816545</id><published>2010-05-17T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:20:40.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wariness/weariness</title><content type='html'>These few days were really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went sentosa with ibz ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Angeline, Cindy, timotheus and yongming there. Had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the sunset from sentosa.. I rmbed some idiot telling me it wasn't possible. But it was beautiful anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with them, Jasper and Edgar. And we talked alot. That tired me out. But it was fun. Though it was the first time that I've really spoke to them, it felt good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with ibz people have made me more lame.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline : ur ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;Me : no I'm not. I'm franchesca.&lt;br /&gt;Angeline : omg ur so lame&lt;br /&gt;Me : that's why I'm sitting down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert cold breeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these few days, I've been saying too much. Way too much. I should stop being so stupid. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was worse is that he didn't think he was in any wrong. My fault for telling him, trusting him. But I really don't wanna lose another friend. Do you? Does it even matter to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of seeing Mich this Saturday, after sooo many years, cheers me up. Like she said "we have years of catching up to do", how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's good that after so many years, some people are still by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 mich, peizhen, zhimin, sherry, Sophia, jolene&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me support throughout all these years I've known you, never judging me for some things have done, the money I've spent, and thanks for putting up with the random moments I've come up with, and Fu yan-ing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you gaiz. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3737131485528816545?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3737131485528816545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3737131485528816545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3737131485528816545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3737131485528816545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/05/warinessweariness.html' title='Wariness/weariness'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-1263504647304151692</id><published>2010-04-27T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:18:31.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/S9bjNrz24vI/AAAAAAAABG8/rMFlbIQbqXo/s1600/ibzgrp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/S9bjNrz24vI/AAAAAAAABG8/rMFlbIQbqXo/s400/ibzgrp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464805022098711282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ibz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;resource:&lt;br /&gt;IBZ is HAWT (2010). 105 KB. 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Retrieved April 27 2010, from http://facebook.com/photos/..........jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5156055189491080647-1263504647304151692?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1263504647304151692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1263504647304151692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1263504647304151692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1263504647304151692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-for.html' title='I for...'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/S9bjNrz24vI/AAAAAAAABG8/rMFlbIQbqXo/s72-c/ibzgrp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-7646102526089298856</id><published>2010-04-26T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:41:39.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointform</title><content type='html'>1. Bstats textbook is seriously heavy wtf.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ambassador games thing was fun but I think I screwed up during the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bcomm presentation next Monday and the topic is "what would you do if the world paused for an hour?" WTF is this topic?&lt;br /&gt;4. Bstats is boring.&lt;br /&gt;5. The reception in the cc is like crap crap.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love ibz!&lt;br /&gt;7. My coursemates are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;8. I keep forgetting to bring water to school, have to buy. Waste money + not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;9. There's a smelly sec sch student sitting beside me. He's sweaty. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm going on oversea trip in June!!&lt;br /&gt;11. Ambassador interview on Thursday, I sure hope I don't screw it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: enjoying your school life folks? I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7646102526089298856?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7646102526089298856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7646102526089298856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7646102526089298856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7646102526089298856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/04/pointform.html' title='Pointform'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-5836541800982389624</id><published>2010-04-21T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:51:58.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly life</title><content type='html'>It rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm probably the slacker of the entire IBZ cohort. Like seriously. Didn't blog during lecture because I was... Watching gossip girl and playing msn games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock at minesweeper flags! :D me - 2, fx - 0. Well, the peeps in IB are cool and we can really bond - there's only 44 people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna continue when I get home - in the bus right now. No aircon. Hot and stuffy. Though the occasional breeze is refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-5836541800982389624?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5836541800982389624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=5836541800982389624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5836541800982389624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5836541800982389624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/04/poly-life.html' title='Poly life'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-4814965624504346271</id><published>2010-04-18T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:56:47.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquility</title><content type='html'>Just went to watch shutter island at iluma... Wanted to watch kickass but.. M18. -.- it was super 丢脸 when the person asked me for ic. But anyway, don't watch shutter island unless you have a lot of time and would like a movie to screw you over. It wasted my time and money. 2hours plus. Should have watched Mongga instead, at least there's eyecandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stoning at Tea Loft now. The one beside Kopitiam at ion. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I wonder what they will say?not that it matters. But well. I'm curious. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my bandung. Shall go off now. And wander more. School's gonna start tomorrow. Finally I can leave the nightmares behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4814965624504346271?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4814965624504346271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4814965624504346271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4814965624504346271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4814965624504346271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/04/tranquility.html' title='Tranquility'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-2902461990871856260</id><published>2010-04-16T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:44:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>influx of emotions</title><content type='html'>Woke up early yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;But still not early enough to reach vivo by 9.30am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahemsoItookacabahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw many NP (BA) and SP people around at harbourfront..&lt;br /&gt;NP peeps there for the sun, sand and sea.&lt;br /&gt;SP peeps for flag day. hahaha. Poor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see anybody, smsed Alex (best SC) and he said meeting place was changed to the bus interchange. Didn't know where it was so I decided to go meet them at supposedly, Yakun first.&lt;br /&gt;Which didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;Then found my way to the bus interchange, saw nobody, then walked back to mrt when i saw Alex behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out they changed the meeting place back to mrt. lol!&lt;br /&gt;Meishan, Icen, Olivia, Jiarong were all there already. Haha. Then we headed off.&lt;br /&gt;There was some confusion. but we ended up at toastbox! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about our modules, took some pictures and then it was finally 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vikings finally gathered by 12pm+... And we headed off to Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some water games, quite fun. Then afterwards i didn't get into the water again cos' i wanted to dry off. Abit sian, just standing in the sand, under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't hot actually. Didn't sweat, because the sea breeze was cooling. But well. Got sunburnt. -.- and i didn't spend so much time under the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around with Meishan and Icen, because they were drying off too.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I had to go off, so went back to the beach and said goodbye. Was deciding to take the tram but it was full. So I walked. And there was supposed to be another tram arriving because it just passed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was even faster than that tram. ._. i walked and reached beach station and the tram still wasn't in sight. Fail much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That journey back alone was kinda peaceful, so yeah. Felt really alone then, but well. I'm happy, at least it's just 2 years and not 5 years. I'll seriously be screwed if I found out after 5 years. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off early because my 'sister' had arrived in Vivo after 20mins. which was BLOODY fast.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Vikings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that 'sister' is obviously a guy. Won't wanna say his name cos' EVERYONE would start rumors. No thank you. But, he likes guys so yeah. ^_^ hahahaha. Lovely sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, with no motive in mind. -.- bloody stupid. Cos we had no idea where to go but we just knew we're HUNGRY. Went up and down vivo and finally settled for Kopitiam. (the one at the basement, beside Banquet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed off to Dhoby. A STUPID IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;because i wanted to go ORCHARD and she/he didn't want to spend the money.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up exiting Dhoby, to go to the toilet, then realizing it's raaaaaaining, took to MRT down to Orchard. blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Isetan for a while. Got Wee to call MbMJ at Mandarin Gallery to check whether my bag was ready for collection.. And he was like.. "Gina.. How to say??"&lt;br /&gt;Gina : intro yourself, like "I'm Wee Guan Koh, and i wanna check if...."&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hi I'm Koh Wee Guan, 24 and single. I'm gay and I'm looking for a partner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D heh. But anyway my MbMJ bag IS ready for collection! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna head down on Thursday evening with Wee's girlfriend aka my Sisterly :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Confirm will have alot of epic moments, that is if Sisterly doesn't fly kite. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Went to Far East. Xiao Zhu should really relocate Stage. ._. The store super ulu! And and and there's so little choices. Bleh. Walked around, then went back to Ion area. Wanted to go buy stuff at Muji (SO LONG NEVER GO LIAO. T_T) but realized I was penniless..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had super epic moments at the MRT entrance while making our way over to Ngee Ann City. Hahaha. "NP students more 乖, so what's your number?"&lt;br /&gt;Omfg that part was damn funny. Should have given another person's number tho. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Kino after that, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And realized I was sunburnt from the wrists all the way to the shoulders. FML.&lt;br /&gt;And my nose is sunburnt too. So I've got a red red nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, don't start singing Rudolph the red nosed reindeer. tyvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2902461990871856260?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2902461990871856260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2902461990871856260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2902461990871856260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2902461990871856260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/04/influx-of-emotions.html' title='influx of emotions'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-7066979057982860414</id><published>2010-04-12T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:38:49.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Peace but not speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Truce but no treaty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite fun. 'Shopping' with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Epic moments while eating Tea Cosy. "How may I help you ladies?"&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so much that I almost couldn't order. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But today's foie gras wasn't that nice. ):&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't warm enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombed $69 on gmasking my laptop's cover. And it's just transparent, because my laptop is nice being berry purple. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for Thursday's outing with the Vikings! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as far as I'm concerned, I think that when the dead weep, it means they do not want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Owl from The Adventures of Pinocchio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7066979057982860414?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7066979057982860414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7066979057982860414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7066979057982860414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7066979057982860414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/04/peace.html' title='peace'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-4486652550959855477</id><published>2010-04-08T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:55:17.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short update : orientation</title><content type='html'>Orientation these 3 days was really really fun.&lt;br /&gt;My SCs were really cool people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i can't really blog, because i'm on sugar high right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i wanted to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed that i didn't use any F-word in my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;(i just did a search and GOSHIAMSOPROUDOFMYSELF)&lt;br /&gt;*pats me on the back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, acronyms don't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you gaiz, the people who've been standing by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I am amazed by the fact, that I'm NOT affected at all on  ____ 's really long comments. Well, had quite a heated argument, in my opinion, two days ago, with her. Of course it didn't work things out. But I was very affected by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with eyes that couldn't open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Alice-Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Segoe UI;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i dont feel like talking to u. i am really hurt by wadeva u said. all my care is like-just  thrown away by u like nobody's business.  the creepiest part is, when i  am feeling upset, u can happily blog and twit like nobody's business, without  caring a hack about our friendship, u just throw everything outta ur door and bang the door like nobody's biz&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since you want it, I'll give you it.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't feel like talking to me, then stop tweeting stuff that's obviously meant for me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i am really hurt by wadeva u said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about what ALL of you said? (okay almost all.)&lt;br /&gt;I say something that hurt you. You all say something, do things that hurt me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;all my care is like-just thrown away by u like nobody's business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all my feelings, they aren't thrown away, they weren't even took into consideration. did you even care? argued with me then gave me counselor-style. That's obviously not caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;the creepiest part is, when i am feeling upset, u can happily blog and  twit like nobody's business, without caring a hack about our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm not supposed to blog or tweet my happiness? Then you must be missing something out. I tweeted that I sprained my hand. Did you care? NOOOO. I tweeted before I blogged, did you care? nononononono. So yeah. Unless you tell me that your Twitter only selects the happy tweets for you to read, then I've nothing I can say.&lt;br /&gt;I cared a heck about our friendships. But that was past tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;when i am trying to savage our friendship, u just throw everything outta  ur door and bang the door like nobody's biz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;                             &lt;span class="actions"&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;a id="status_star_11877409717" class="fav-action non-fav" title="favorite  this tweet"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;说也说过了，哭也哭过了，骂也骂过了。当时，没人在乎，所以我也没资 格去想那么多了。所以我放弃了，我现在想开心，也不行吗？谁才是自私的？想来就来，想走就走。我没那么笨。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cared, so I tried to tell how I was feeling. It was made worse when the people, person I thought I could confide in and trust, didn't care. They don't give random smses telling me to 'cheer up', 'jiayou', I'm only the one doing that. But of course you all won't remember that. So they didn't care, I cried. But I don't see why I should hang on and carry on being sad. Because I don't like being sad. It could be solved when those people/person I texted actually cared. But I think it's too late. Until now, you're still putting the blame on me. I blogged the super long post, obviously you didn't read it. Nobody read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为你们还不知道我的痛苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If after this post, you still don't know what I actually wanted, what I was angry at, upset at, please stop bothering me. I've made it really clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4486652550959855477?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4486652550959855477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4486652550959855477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4486652550959855477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4486652550959855477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-update-orientation.html' title='short update : orientation'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-5240583339834232745</id><published>2010-04-04T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:28:13.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotion(less)?</title><content type='html'>these few days weren't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was very angry. at some people who seemingly were my friends.&lt;br /&gt;then the anger subsided, and all that was left was disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;the disappointment was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine your closest friends didn't bother to care about how you're feeling.&lt;br /&gt;and i treat them like my closest friends, but it seemed one-sided.&lt;br /&gt;because it's all about her. their friend is her.&lt;br /&gt;her friends are them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not me. never me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'll obviously disregard some people in this.. "friend" equation.&lt;br /&gt;because i know they are like that, and i can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bestie"? pffft. though, yes i know, in the beginning it was just a joke. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so this is the reason why i'm not feeling anger or disappointment towards these people.&lt;br /&gt;it's just, "so be it" *shrugs* because there's nothing i can do anymore, can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about one person in particular made me very sad.&lt;br /&gt;she was one of my bestest friend i ever had, and the way she ignored everything was, i don't know. heartbreaking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, i've had quarrels with them, with my other friends before.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i feel it's different. i think it's the limit i can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say i'm sensitive. yea sure maybe.&lt;br /&gt;but what about that other person's traits?&lt;br /&gt;it did piss some people off, bad, too.&lt;br /&gt;(i took a minute to think of how to type this part. because the phrasing... just weird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this time, what i didn't understand is that, why is it every single time, it's seems like nobody is backing me up? and everybody else is on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people i know, are not worth being friends with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they need something from you, they come find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't need? you're crap to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i really don't mean it to the majority, it's just one or two people in my social circle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. but well, there's something i'll like to bring to your attention, which is one of the reason for my disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situation : jiaman is very pissed off with somebody who talked behind her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;friend : aiya, you know ABC's like that, just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the first place, i didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unless trying to ask and wanting a friend to go out and play together is wrong&lt;/span&gt;, then i am guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone saw my twitter two days ago, and if you're one of the people in the know, then you'll know the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only things i'm guilty for is : being petty and asking a friend to go out (and bear in mind, i asked only once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that warranted that person to ignore me, nor did that warrant talking behind my back to EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the ignoring part, it was like, i remember sending an sms to everybody, all my friends asking what they want from HK, on the day of my departure. (i wont bother mentioning some other people that didn't reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO now i know why all my smses didnt have any reply. :D&lt;br /&gt;to think i cared when she was feeling emo. bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ANYWAY. ....&lt;br /&gt;(i forgot what i wanted to say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! since you're her friend, and she's my friend too. (supposedly?)&lt;br /&gt;you know she's like that. well, hopefully, you know how i am.&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me it's wrong to feel pissed off when i'm accused.&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me it's wrong to feel pissed when someone goes and rant to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it'll be okay if you go and tell just one person when you're not feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully that person will be able to keep silent about it.&lt;br /&gt;but what for tell everybody? and make it like i'm in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and i still didn't know about it. (until a few days ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ARE my friend, you would know i seriously hate &lt;s&gt;people&lt;/s&gt; FRIENDS talking behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;so, in reply, if you knew i was like that, why did you even do it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;in which, the question comes...&lt;br /&gt;Are you my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel i was a friend to you. but to me, i don't see any of you caring. i can ensure you that you don't know even half of my history, my family matters. and not even a quarter of what i'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;and i did give a chance. after the accusation matter, i blogged about  it, spoke to someone about it, and cooled down. forgot about it. then this popped up, and i got really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i AM glad that there are still friends i can rely on at those points of time.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, anger yesterday, disappointment today.&lt;br /&gt;and it'll be over tomorrow bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ranting here. though i sure hope the people i was referring to read this.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully they'll have something to say about the matter, cos like i said.&lt;br /&gt;everything feels one-sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the clique, i genuinely never felt important before. in the clique.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i guess that's all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to watching shows.&lt;br /&gt;(got an awesome program for dramas (US, TW, KR, whatever) and movies! ask me on msn and i'll tell you. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;anybody who knows me, should know that i dont give a shit if someone i don't care about talk bad behind me to my friends. i won't be disturbed, mentally. like, i won't be sad.&lt;br /&gt;but you know that person's gonna get hell.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, the person was my friend, that's why i'm disappointed. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-5240583339834232745?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5240583339834232745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=5240583339834232745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5240583339834232745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5240583339834232745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/04/emotionless.html' title='emotion(less)?'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-3893246332911865557</id><published>2010-03-24T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:57:52.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cookie affair!</title><content type='html'>That was the name of my free Ben &amp; Jerry's icecream! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoke in fright, literally, from a nightmare at 6.15am. It was madness. Included the kidnapping of family, friends, friends' families. And it was torturous. There was a mad old lady going around, sneaking around n pouring oil and setting people on fire. A friend was forced to turn against me because her mother was held hostage. Then it turned out her mother was one of the evil people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had guns. And were right outside the door. And I couldn't close the door in time. So it was just the metal gate in between us. And they asked for 50 or 5 million. Mad people. Then thankfully I woke up. I think I had that dream when I was a kid. It's scary how it suddenly returned... damn I've digressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, woke up at 11am, 30mins past my alarm. And I thought I would be late. Smsed lich to tell him I'll be slightly late, if not him and halfhalf (Ryan) will confirm kpkb about my slowness. When I reached amk mrt at slightly past 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan called.&lt;br /&gt;Gayboy : u and lich there yet?&lt;br /&gt;Me : no, u two are late&lt;br /&gt;Gayboy : oh okay&lt;br /&gt;Me : .... DID U JUST WAKE UP?!&lt;br /&gt;Gayboy : yupssxzxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. Then smsed lich again saying that Ryan will be late but the rich guy will be cabbing to amk, so told lich to take his time. Partially hoping he was still at home and would dress up cos I just told him we were going orchard, NOT zoo. &gt;_&lt; which I had clearly forgotten to clarify. Hahaha. Then soph texted me to tell me she was gonna join us. :D yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys finally arrived at like 12.45 and we went somerset. Went up orchard central for nothing (except to hear ryan's excited screams, more on that later. Was funnier after Sophia joined us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had brunch at Say Cheez at 313 while waiting for Sophia to come. Then we went OC! Went all the way up using the open air elevators. Sophia and Ryan super excited. Don't know why. Sophia scared of heights, Ryan super high. Both kept screaming, one kept zao xia-ing. And Licheng didn't wanna take part in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up and took the lift down again (b&amp;j was at lvl 8.. We were like at 12th storey?) still had to change lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go into elevator. Kee siao liao. Sophia and Ryan. Those two scream scream scream. Ryan say never see glass elevator before in SG, Sophia say he sua ku. Lich and me were like "o.o walou eh. Siao liao" Then went to b&amp;j, turned out we had to go queue at first floor. -.- so we took the elevator down again and the screaming continued. Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guys didn't wanted to queue. -.- dumb, come so far for ice cream then dunwan. So Sophia and me went ahead, got our icecream and found them waiting for us at b&amp;j already. Lol. Queue was quite fast la. Then we took the lift. (for all the times we had the lifts to ourselves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, everybody except Licheng got a shock. That crazy man suddenly screamed just after the doors closed. Everybody were like *shock*. then Sophia almost spit her ice cream out much to the amusement of Ryan and me. Licheng was too busy screaming that he didn't see her hilarious reaction. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to walk to orchard, isetan scotts to check out Marc by Marc Jacobs and ask wee guan how much was club21 staff discount card.. And shun bian see the others. Didn't wanna go those boutiques cos they're like super high class and I feel damn weird going in without the intention to spend. Reached isetan. Saw the tote I wanted, but bloody $299..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went upstairs said hi to everyone. Kicked some ah gua for insulting me. Evil webber siam-ed when he saw me. Wth. And the staff discount was a whopping 40%!! Mad happy!!! :D gonna go next week maybe with CAG (chao ah gua) to buy it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to train back to amk. Ryan left. Then Sophia was saying that she gonna get off at toapayoh. But didn't and followed us to amk cos she was distracted by happy tree friends.. AND I DIDNT DO IT ON PURPOSE LOR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached amk, Licheng pangsehed us. Then went to MOF(food there is nice and cheap! No gst, no service charge!! Free wifi too! Not that I need it..) to sit down and wait for my darling while soph pondered over the menu. Then Simin FINALLY arrived and we ate and chat. (: so happy. :D snapped loads of pictures of Sophia. Planning to make it into a gif image. Haha. And she sucks at taking pictures. D: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/23/916.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/23/s_916.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I tried taking and it turned out WAYYYY better than soph's takes. And I tried once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/23/917.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/23/s_917.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sophia's only sucessful attempt; after MANY tries of taking pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/23/918.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/23/s_918.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sophia!! She looks damn cute, like a hamster or guinea pig. Not the chubbiness, but the eyes, nose and mouth. Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked around, looking at accesories, talked more. Then went home. Happy! (: happy to simply hang out with these two S-es. Of course it was fun earlier on with sophia, Ryan and Licheng too. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Gonna go sleep now! It's 1.51am. Rah. Good night darlings! (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3893246332911865557?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3893246332911865557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3893246332911865557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3893246332911865557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3893246332911865557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/03/cookie-affair.html' title='A cookie affair!'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-225490098488403189</id><published>2010-03-23T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:46:14.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 1am... + Indulgence</title><content type='html'>So go to sleep jiaman! You gotta wake up in 9 hours for Ben &amp; Jerry's free cone day! And you cannot be late else ppl will laugh and nag at you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: shall blog a normal post tmr. I mean.. Tonight. About hongkong and maybe some other stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually had a mean streak some days ago and almost wanted to blog shit about people who I think are living for others and will most probably end up working in a hellhole for others. Because they don't know how to live a life of luxury... (not saying I DO live a life of luxury.. I'm mceffing poor btw.) I do know how to indulge myself, with boundaries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is gonna end up a full blown post. Maybe the mean streak is still there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was saying, some people don't know how to enjoy themselves, saying something is too expensive when it's considered cheap, saying they gotta study, giving lame excuses about not going out with friends. (i'm actually talking about alot of ppl) well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive. Yea sure. I might be spending a lil too much money lately, and might have expected too much of my friends. But I fucking WORKED during the holidays. Though only for 1.5 months. I got about $1.5k. The money I spend while shopping? All from my SAVINGS. not my pay. My first pay was used partially cos I stopped getting money since I started work, and am still not getting money now. And my first pay, was all spent indulging on food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hk trip, tho my father paid for the booking fees, my expenses were ALL paid by myself. My angbao money, leftover allowance from LAST DECEMBER, my CK pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop fucking accuse me of being a splurge, living on my father's money. And what "cannot count cos I never count the money my aunt and father give". Wtf. If you were my friend, you would know I hate being accused. I nver get money from my aunt that I live with cos she doesn't have an income. Why would I get money from her? I hardly take my father's money. (compared to my bro, lol. He'll get pissed if he saw this). My father gives me money but I never take. (after I started working) i ask him for money only for school stuff, or after I've paid for my school stuff n am left with nth to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic of living a life of luxury... I really don't understand why some people so giam. Like please, it's not everyday that you spend so much on food, fun, whatever. You've worked. Where did your pay go? Bank? Yea sure, it's good to save, I DO save money too, contrary to popular belief. But I still do spend. What good is money if u don't spend it? Why don't you indulge in some things? Because to tell the truth, my belief is that, play hard, work hard. You've worked hard, why not indulge yourself? You never know if you're gonna live to see the sun the next day, so why don't you just try to be happy? (same goes for emo ppl around me, cos I'm sick of seeing you ppl sad, and trynna act act happy. It's confusing, and I don't really wanna see my friends sad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel sad for some people, because I can't see much light in their future, seriously. Shall stop here nao. Sudden end of post because it's 1.45am nao. D: and I seriously need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hate me for what I've typed, friends. Please tell me if you think I'm talking about it and I'll be straightforward and clarify whether I'm talking about you. Most probably not unless you think you're one of those failures. And seriously, I'm sick of being the one contacting people. The attitude I get in return sometimes is _|_-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and sweet dreams. Will continue at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-225490098488403189?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/225490098488403189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=225490098488403189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/225490098488403189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/225490098488403189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-1am-indulgence.html' title='It&amp;#39;s 1am... + Indulgence'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-2420880730164177672</id><published>2010-03-08T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:00:05.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway</title><content type='html'>the weather in singapore has been hellish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goddamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even stand going out of the house during noontime unless i'm heading for some airconditioned place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i'm heading to hongkong in 1 week's time. yes it was a last minute decision. :D&lt;br /&gt;hongkong isn't cold now but it's gonna be alot cooler. Like 20+ degrees. Compared to the hell-like 34&lt;b&gt;°C&lt;/b&gt;  temperatures we've been experiencing in singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go shopping there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hongkong here i come! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2420880730164177672?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2420880730164177672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2420880730164177672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2420880730164177672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2420880730164177672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/03/getaway.html' title='Getaway'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-2327725204268167052</id><published>2010-03-05T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:41:17.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wunderland.</title><content type='html'>Watched alice in wonderland 3D with karrui and lich yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/S5DZTkfgi7I/AAAAAAAABGs/bEJ5bV5hI0Q/s400/alice_in_wonderland_alice_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445090879727504306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the hype since last year (at least, the hype that i felt), the movie was somewhat. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Tim Burton, master of dark movies and Alice in Wonderland, I expected something more whimsical, amazing, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline wise, it was well, creative, but lacking. I expected more at the end, instead of Alice going home, a larger-scaled war, instead of one centered on only Alice and the Jabberwhatsitsname. And the ending was just boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/S5DZULMAK2I/AAAAAAAABG0/1SG95teu3eQ/s400/Alice-in-Wonderland-tim-burton-7073095-600-338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445090890114673506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt; as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mad Hatter&lt;/span&gt;, just sane enough to keep himself alive. But crazy enough to be in Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helena Bonham&lt;/span&gt; Carter as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bloody Red Queen&lt;/span&gt;. She fits the role of the madwoman perfectly, with the catchphrase "off with their/his/her/its head(s)!". (and for ignorant imbeciles who thought it was a midget acting the part, NO IT WASN'T.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mia Wasikowska&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;. Almost Alice with much of her muchness lost, though she gained it back. Alice is weird. (That's what i thought when i saw it. super pale.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Double thumbs up for the CG and costume tho, making up for the lacking storyline. I swear the environment is beautiful. The costumes are crazy, but it's so "wonderland". The dark Wonderland is completely opposite to the place that Disney painted, it is more hostile, more alluring and much more alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the Cheshire Cat though. (and the nameless porcupine) The Cheshire Cat was really creepy but cute in a way. Acts like a cat, come and goes whenever he wants, but still fiercely loyal... To the things he likes, eg. the Mad Hatter's Hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But well, to conclude, Alice in Wonderland is still a must-watch, in 3D, even if it's just for admiring the CG and costumes, it's well worth it and that everybody in Wonderland is completely crazy, wonkers and mad, but most of the best people are. (:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2327725204268167052?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2327725204268167052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2327725204268167052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2327725204268167052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2327725204268167052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/03/wunderland.html' title='Wunderland.'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/S5DZTkfgi7I/AAAAAAAABGs/bEJ5bV5hI0Q/s72-c/alice_in_wonderland_alice_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-1643685407273432354</id><published>2010-02-20T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:42:55.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise</title><content type='html'>The silence is so deafening&lt;br /&gt;That it wakes me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlit plains&lt;br /&gt;Skies powdered with stars&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the fireflies&lt;br /&gt;No one can see you&lt;br /&gt;They are all sleeping in the mud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-1643685407273432354?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1643685407273432354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1643685407273432354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1643685407273432354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1643685407273432354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/02/noise.html' title='Noise'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-853156585505544275</id><published>2010-02-12T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:26:40.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall on my head</title><content type='html'>morning was quite fucked up.. but shan't elaborate. though it kinda puzzles me why i cant have more freedom. it's just dumb. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was the earliest today!&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet lau n lich at amk hub cineplex at 12.15 to watch Percy Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;Lau was like, 5mins late. and.. let's not talk about lich.&lt;br /&gt;i left the ticket at the counter and he came into the cinema 30mins after the movie started. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at reviews, so don't expect a Percy Jackson movie review anytime soon. But well, it was funny and a little unexpected. Quite worth my $6, if only the leads could look... well... you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained to dhoby and met up with pinin at 3pm+. and my god, sianyin and mel were 1hr+ late. they were wearing 4.5inch heels, which sianyin promptly removed when we went to the third floor (we meet sian n mel on the top storey) and she changed into her flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to go for dinner, (it was actually my 'lunch'..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to The Cathay and due to sianyin's recommendation, decided to eat at Astons Specialities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my god, the service sucks to the core. i dont see why we can't be admitted (we're a group of 7) when around 4 couples went in (they were queuing behind us)&lt;br /&gt;AND, there were 3 ppl sitting at a 6seater. -.- dumbest sitting arrangement i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the food was worth it, had my steak, $11+. which was quite well-done (as in, medium and a little rare, lol) but.. tasteless? D: it was grilled afterall.&lt;br /&gt;the fries were nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food didnt take painfully long, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swore, at one point while queuing outside, i wanted to just cancel our orders and kp the people. fucking slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you want to eat at Astons during dinnertime, people. Never go in groups. Best if ur just a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and it wasn't even dinnertime when we went there. we reached at 5pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cabbed home after dinner due to some dumb person.&lt;br /&gt;$19.60 cab fare. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos up if mel ever sends me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-853156585505544275?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/853156585505544275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=853156585505544275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/853156585505544275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/853156585505544275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/02/fall-on-my-head.html' title='fall on my head'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-6736156238924737177</id><published>2010-02-08T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:22:46.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight lust</title><content type='html'>Oooh, suggestive title eh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the &lt;i&gt;shoes &lt;/i&gt;i'm lusting after &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="173" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/S3Aa8XWTkJI/AAAAAAAABGk/1nDs0Yo-H6M/s400/blacklust2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/S3Aa4kPPoiI/AAAAAAAABGc/lzIyBed7B7I/s400/blacklust.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Top: F21, Aldo, Topshop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bottom: All from Aldo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, much would be appreciated if somebody gets me one of those. And no prices for guessing what my current obsession/fetish is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(psst, i'm a UK size 5)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Just blogged a random one, because my blog looks painfully bare. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-6736156238924737177?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6736156238924737177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=6736156238924737177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6736156238924737177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6736156238924737177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/02/midnight-lust.html' title='midnight lust'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/S3Aa8XWTkJI/AAAAAAAABGk/1nDs0Yo-H6M/s72-c/blacklust2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-8320321114851663082</id><published>2010-02-04T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:09:05.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-8320321114851663082?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-4247349217651140996</id><published>2010-02-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:25:27.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moonless</title><content type='html'>i want to gaze at the starry sky on a moonless night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4247349217651140996?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4247349217651140996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4247349217651140996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Through this simple test/lie, whatever you want to call it, i guess i know who are my true friends, and who are the people (plural) who don't really give a damn about my life (like seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, seeing the reactions of them was fun at first, then realization hits me :&lt;br /&gt;They care&lt;br /&gt;or,&lt;br /&gt;They really despise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the latter affected me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess only a few people would know what i'm talking about. :)&lt;br /&gt;love you all &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-8706617679743420982?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8706617679743420982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rose</title><content type='html'>woke up at 11.. to a horde of smses.&lt;br /&gt;7 smses asking me where i got posted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 1 sms telling me where i got posted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;International Business - Ngee Ann Poly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay... Came online.&lt;br /&gt;looked at NP's site..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omgwtfbbq; IBZ's COP dropped to 7 fucking points.&lt;br /&gt;means all the ppl in my course all super clever de!&lt;br /&gt;gonna be hard to top the class. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm only a 6pter anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh wells, cant wait for school to start.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go shopping too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm currently in love with songs by The Pretty Reckless (the band that taylor momsen is in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda hard to believe that Taylor Momsen (below), is only sixteen/seventeen right?&lt;br /&gt;She's the same age us all of us and she looks almost 20.&lt;br /&gt;And she's tall. and she's a sophomore in college i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/S2AdPuCJY4I/AAAAAAAABGU/weqfLiS3Hh0/s1600-h/Pretty%2BReckless%2B2928_i7_taylor7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/S2AdPuCJY4I/AAAAAAAABGU/weqfLiS3Hh0/s400/Pretty%2BReckless%2B2928_i7_taylor7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431373306501096322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;man, the lifes people live in other countries..&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i especially like Blender, Zombie and He Loves You from TPR.&lt;br /&gt;go check the songs out someday guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of you are gonna say that those songs are totally not my style..&lt;br /&gt;they aren't, but i like them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, till next time &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7971354662118854525?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7971354662118854525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7971354662118854525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7971354662118854525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7971354662118854525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-like-rose.html' title='so like a rose'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/S2AdPuCJY4I/AAAAAAAABGU/weqfLiS3Hh0/s72-c/Pretty%2BReckless%2B2928_i7_taylor7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-7574878452377425123</id><published>2010-01-12T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:22:39.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where do we go now?</title><content type='html'>in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;seated on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;wearing our school uniforms for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our heart thumping, awaiting for our results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mood was tense, some people had already started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited impatiently in the hall, (i was late cos i was in the general office waiting for pinin and sianyin. psssh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily, the front part was a guide to applying for JAE online.. i'm sure i'll be able to figure that out myself right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the long awaited moment came, and i guess this was the time when all of us really wanted mdm liew to talk. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a whole, sec 4e improved compared to last year's batch and i'm proud of us.&lt;br /&gt;those teachers who said that our batch sucked.&lt;br /&gt;here it is. who did you say that sucked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got my results, (i was the first lol), something funny happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;mdm yeo : so... do u wanna see ur results?&lt;br /&gt;me : umm. did i improved from prelim??&lt;br /&gt;mdm yeo : of course!&lt;br /&gt;me : you rmb meh?&lt;br /&gt;*then she passed me my cert*&lt;br /&gt;me : walou why never put the l1r5 de? must add by ourselves?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but i saw quite a few As.. didnt really *see* it because it's quite confusing.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to pay some $13 which i had already paid. so i had to go down to GO to clarify with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Language - A2&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities (SS+Hist) - A2&lt;br /&gt;Pure Geography - B3&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics - A1&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics - A1&lt;br /&gt;Physics -B3&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - A2&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Language - B3&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Language (Oral) - Merit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 5As and 3Bs. 2A1 3A2 3B3.&lt;br /&gt;Before CCA Deduction: L1R4 - 8 | L1R5 - 11&lt;br /&gt;After CCA Deduction: L1R4 - 6 | L1R5 - 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite disappointed with my physics actually, expected to get an A2 at least.&lt;br /&gt;And Geog was funny. Because i remember not studying for geog.&lt;br /&gt;And writing stuff like "... and i have no idea. lol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there wasn't really a sense of euphoria when i got my results.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't depressed either.&lt;br /&gt;there was artificial happiness, yay, i can get into my desired course (IBZ @ NP, FYI) now.&lt;br /&gt;because i was actually for sad (due to another reason...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but i'm getting over it already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to orchard (cabbed there) with lau and tang.&lt;br /&gt;went to ckpa first, waited for tang to get her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to cksc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said hi to friends there.&lt;br /&gt;we accompanied weeguan for lunch @ mac upstairs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for licheng then we went to 313.. we WALKED there..&lt;br /&gt;met up with mel, cheryl, sian &amp;amp; ryan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate Handburger, yummy!&lt;br /&gt;bill came as $116. i think.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to finding 12 choices..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop asking me to go JC. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/S0xNC0VveEI/AAAAAAAABGM/yxhdKrhHSz0/s400/dying+sakuras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425796361879517250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.dawn of the dying sakuras.&lt;br /&gt;copyright jiaman 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7574878452377425123?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7574878452377425123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7574878452377425123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7574878452377425123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7574878452377425123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-do-we-go-now.html' title='where do we go now?'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/S0xNC0VveEI/AAAAAAAABGM/yxhdKrhHSz0/s72-c/dying+sakuras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-8964259311733118066</id><published>2010-01-06T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:33:41.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>i know, i said i'll blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before new year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i tweeted that i'm inspired to blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day before yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i start on my new year and memories of 2009, i'll start with the day before yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o4/o1/1o&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended work at 6pm, trained down to amk to meet up with pinin and lau.&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alvin n the Chipmunks 2&lt;/span&gt;. The movie was so-so, too short.&lt;br /&gt;Not really worth the $7.50 i paid for, but it's cute anyway. :D theodooooore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie ended at 9.30pm, and pinin was really really funny after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;lau : *pulling my hand for duno what reason*&lt;br /&gt;simin : *to me* i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possessive&lt;/span&gt;, get his hand off you or else i'll break up with you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lau and me were laughing like mad. haha. anyway, pinin had to go home so we bade goodbye to her. I didn't want to go home so early but lau was like, on the verge of going home.&lt;br /&gt;Then after a long while of going up and down amk hub, we decided to call lich.&lt;br /&gt;and lied to him that we were at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wtf you all doing at my house downstairs? im at my friend's hse at yio chu kang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoilsport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he trained down to amk to join us (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after 21372198 minutes&lt;/span&gt;) then we went to the random park next to the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to this playground and had fun, like we were kids. haha.&lt;br /&gt;lau climbed the mini rockwall and couldn't get down.&lt;br /&gt;and it was hilarious seeing him take off his shoes and climbing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went up, (lich was on the other rockwall emoing)&lt;br /&gt;and i was kinda apprehensive in getting down. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just jumped, while licheng was showing a slow rendition of getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt;, when he was supposed to show me how to get down slowly.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i didn't twist my ankle (almost did cos' it was sand below) and that i didn't break any bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around a bit more, and reached home at 12am. madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being around with them and acting like idiots, it makes me feel super super at ease, happy.&lt;br /&gt;well, not only them, but also with these people :&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, Tang, Pinin, Sherry, Sophia, Dunhao, Drain, Mel, Sian, Ryan (bah!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Looking back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was quite an eventful year for me. I can't even remember all that's happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;It's also a life-changing year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this on &lt;a href="http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html"&gt;01/01/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Read some of my old old post dated back to june 07.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i was so immature &amp;amp; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;not that im so mature &amp;amp; clever now.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year&lt;/blockquote&gt;And i'm facepalming at myself.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that people change, i've changed definitely, though i might not want to admit it. Over one year, my way of thinking changed, and i think i'm less immature and am cleverer now...&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer : this claim is made based on the me last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, i faced with new challenges, with the role of being a leader, with the role of being a good friend and with the role of being a self-disciplined child, needing to get my priorities right, knowing it was an important year for ELDDS, and knowing that it was my O level year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, being the genius and idiot i was, i didn't have any priorities.&lt;br /&gt;Studies were like crap, at least for the first half of the year.&lt;br /&gt;(p.s i got 26 for l1r5 for my mid years. and it's only HALF of the goddamn syllabus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca, felt like i really participated in it, my first two years were non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;of course, there were the usual bitches that got me pissed, (see : J. now let's see if you can dig up the post) Some juniors are really sweet, while some are terrors, some are spoilt, and some are just plain uncooperative and disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a silver for the efforts we put in.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the comments about our performance, mazna didn't announce it.&lt;br /&gt;And by then, i wasn't interested in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before SYF, there was drama camp.&lt;br /&gt;My first camp since i joined Xinmin, and the first camp i'm organizing.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda fun, but i haven't got the experience of being in a bunk..&lt;br /&gt;Loved the nightwalk, and staying the whole night and walking around the school,&lt;br /&gt;the clashes with the NCC dudes, the singing, the madness. the 1hour sleep i had.&lt;br /&gt;the naps we took on the podium and at the bball court.&lt;br /&gt;the dragonboating and the splashing of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was the nanyang poly collab that xinmin had with it, tan kah kee awards and shit stuff that wasted my time majorly.&lt;br /&gt;great experience but well. glad it's over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another milestone in my life in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;i started studying for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;(not to be proud or anything)&lt;br /&gt;i realised that for the past few years. i haven't been studying.&lt;br /&gt;i'd only been flipping through books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually practised my maths and finished ten year series. (okay, only chem TYS.. physics TYS is completely untouched and clean) Did school papers etc.&lt;br /&gt;i slept during class, as usual. but amazingly, i managed to improve tremendously in my combined humanities, (screw pure geog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed history for the first time and subsequently attained a distinction for c. humans.&lt;br /&gt;my ss was crap before too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm not really that stupid afterall. though i still feel stupid around my friends who are so smart. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, this year. i started gambling, and making money out of it. especially good, when your luck's aplenty and you're actually worried for the person you're gambling with (i.e. Shaojie, Chenfan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the greatest fun this year.&lt;br /&gt;i went places with friends, and am looking forward to more this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in 4 days, we'll get the results of our hardwork last year, and make a choice (12 choices to be exact) for where we're going to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;jiaman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-8964259311733118066?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8964259311733118066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=8964259311733118066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8964259311733118066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8964259311733118066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2010/01/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-859766182998689711</id><published>2009-12-28T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:45:05.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overhaul, run amok</title><content type='html'>Well, it's nearing the end of 2009, pretty eventful year.&lt;br /&gt;but before i reflect, here's what's been happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;night &lt;/span&gt;with Tang, Sherry and Jolene.&lt;br /&gt;Jolene was an hour late. She had to work OT. Sherry and Tang came to find me at my workplace, and we went shopping for a while. So many nice clothes, so little cash.. can't wait to get my pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into River Island (massive sales goddamnit) and saw this thing that'll grow if you submerge it in water. It's called, "Grow your own gay best friend", Tang and me decided to buy it for Weewee. (whatever happened to me after giving it to him the next day will be revealed later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to look for jolene at her workplace, when we walked in, hugh (CK's general manager) was there. D: badbadbad. but luckily he never say us (tang and me). and FINALLY jolene was done, went into sephora while waiting for her to change.&lt;br /&gt;and sephora is delish! all the makeup, body wash etc are so colourful and cute! (i sound so vain. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to get dinner (takeaway, bah), ate and decided to get out onto the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but orchard was. ho-hum. boring. so we decided to walk to somerset. :D&lt;br /&gt;and our original plan was to have ben&amp;amp;jerry's at orchard central, but we (mostly me) were distracted by the massive escalator. took loads of photos and the view of the night scene below was epic. it's a great experience because i don't normally hang out at night and the breeze was... :D wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a tad scary, because it's really really high up and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dizzifying&lt;/span&gt;. even the escalator looked creepy. then we finally reached the top. the eleventh storey i think. there were more stairs up, but they looked haunted. so we decided to skip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down and it was almost 11.. went home. ): wanted to go f21 first.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked midshift (extended it to midfull later on) on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;boxing day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gave weewee the "Grow your own gay friend" thing and i almost got killed. (i got strangled by him) I swear his face was sososososo red. hahaha. but i'm not that bad lah, got a proper present for him later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a gathering afterwards at indochine (pub/bar/restaurant @ wisma). sad that minqi, car, webber couldn't join us. ):&lt;br /&gt;mood started off being quite boring, then we started playing cheat (the card game).&lt;br /&gt;the last two left in the game would have a game of scissors-paper-stone and the loser would have to do a dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, carrie was either very unlucky or she didn't play cheat well. :D&lt;br /&gt;she lost twice in a row.&lt;br /&gt;first dare was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proposal &lt;/span&gt;and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;second was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skin contact&lt;/span&gt;. (very epic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the third game, gina lost. she had to take a photo with somebody.&lt;br /&gt;(i know it sounds boring here, but if i leak out details of what actually happened. i'll die a HORRIBLE death. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were bored of playing card games.&lt;br /&gt;we just decided to spin the (beer) bottle.&lt;br /&gt;and weeguan. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i SWEAR gina's evil, and the second evil is zhaoxiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was like 'live' action right in front of me cos of the dare and it was reaaaally really cute and sweet and i think they really suit each other. (im gonna get killed by saying this)&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-uack! kissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then weeguan spun the bottle and kena me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;had to hug a random dude for 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least this 5 seconds was okay.. took it as im hugging a tree... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we left, i went home first because it was already midnight, taxied home with alot of things..&lt;br /&gt;christmas presents mostly.. and my clothes and new heels. (yes, i bought new heels. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end my post here.&lt;br /&gt;have a sudden urge to watch gossip girl.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the links work. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will write my 2009 reflection tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry belated xmas and happy early new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;jiaman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-859766182998689711?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/859766182998689711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=859766182998689711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/859766182998689711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/859766182998689711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/12/overhaul-run-amok.html' title='overhaul, run amok'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-7395793705208275712</id><published>2009-12-17T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:04:46.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding on broomsticks</title><content type='html'>Hello people! It's been a long long time since I posted. How's life? I'm actually blogging from my iPhone.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work so far has been okay. Though it's getting boring-er by day.. But I've great colleagues : Weimin, carrie, car, zhaoxiang, weewee, webber, Gina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my friends.. Heck. I even miss Lau Karrui, I haven't seen tt shorty in a looong time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to work now, feeling quite sick.. And sleepy... Yaaawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for o lvl results to be released.. haha.. Alrighty, ending here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Jiaman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7395793705208275712?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7395793705208275712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7395793705208275712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7395793705208275712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7395793705208275712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/12/riding-on-broomsticks.html' title='Riding on broomsticks'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-3977814291935093495</id><published>2009-11-28T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:16:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>workworkwork</title><content type='html'>working is actually quite fun! ;D&lt;br /&gt;afternoon shift today, so i'm still home now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public holidays are hell. non-stop flow of customers and crazy huge pile of clothes to fold..&lt;br /&gt;i actually dug up the entire pants wagon to find the stupid sizes for a customer..&lt;br /&gt;thank god he actually bought 4 pairs of pants (these ppl are damn rich, a pair is about 100+?)&lt;br /&gt;if he didn't buy anything, i'll be cursing under my breath when i packed the pants wagon.. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues are kind and fun people, and im actually glad that i found this job and go posted to where i am. :D&lt;br /&gt;new friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3977814291935093495?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3977814291935093495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3977814291935093495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3977814291935093495'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm super lucky. found a job within 24hrs and im starting work tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope my colleagues are kind people. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3615320571210757581?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3615320571210757581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3615320571210757581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3615320571210757581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3615320571210757581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-job.html' title='i got a job'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-2745005656076970127</id><published>2009-11-23T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:12:27.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Swo1UTDnwwI/AAAAAAAABF8/XAVzeHSYsZA/s1600/DSC07858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Swo1UTDnwwI/AAAAAAAABF8/XAVzeHSYsZA/s400/DSC07858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407192925440819970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night of fun and glamour&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures speak.&lt;br /&gt;(because im too lazy to type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Swo0i9OKDwI/AAAAAAAABF0/xEbgj36SdR8/s1600/DSC07887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Swo0i9OKDwI/AAAAAAAABF0/xEbgj36SdR8/s400/DSC07887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407192077765840642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Swo0iaF-UGI/AAAAAAAABFs/DwfT8B-YgDs/s1600/DSC07884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Swo0iaF-UGI/AAAAAAAABFs/DwfT8B-YgDs/s400/DSC07884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407192068336275554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Swo0h1VZobI/AAAAAAAABFk/gwpsVT8PtsA/s1600/DSC07882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Swo0h1VZobI/AAAAAAAABFk/gwpsVT8PtsA/s400/DSC07882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407192058468868530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SwovLDpZyGI/AAAAAAAABEM/OlHHVuq-_BQ/s1600/DSC07862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SwovLDpZyGI/AAAAAAAABEM/OlHHVuq-_BQ/s400/DSC07862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407186169615730786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2745005656076970127?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2745005656076970127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2745005656076970127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2745005656076970127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2745005656076970127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/Swo1UTDnwwI/AAAAAAAABF8/XAVzeHSYsZA/s72-c/DSC07858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-5487842816311947666</id><published>2009-11-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:01:51.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sixteen</title><content type='html'>sweet sixteen today!&lt;br /&gt;thanks all for the birthday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;went out with mel, pinin, lau, adrian, dunhao, lich, sianyin&amp;ryan today.&lt;br /&gt;went to vivo, they had a cake for me~&lt;br /&gt;lucky it wasnt creamy. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;love you guys, thanks for the cake! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;had my 3 wishes~ hope the last comes true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lau bought a hair curler for me.&lt;br /&gt;mel bought a clutch.. from new look, where we went after going vivo.&lt;br /&gt;it was $16.90, (mel gave me $10)&lt;br /&gt;then while paying, i gave 2 $10 notes, then the cashier gave me $10 back.&lt;br /&gt;i was like, huh?&lt;br /&gt;"It's 9.90 only" O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel damn good about this buy. haha pinin and sianyin were like.. i shld have gotten that one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lich gave me a lollipop in the morning, while he risked his life and almost got clamped by mrt doors. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bought my mask~ it's like $9.. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata darlings. muaaaah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-5487842816311947666?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5487842816311947666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=5487842816311947666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5487842816311947666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5487842816311947666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweet-sixteen.html' title='sweet sixteen'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-5682645279187527003</id><published>2009-11-09T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:44:38.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre O lvl shopping spree~</title><content type='html'>I'm getting ready for shopping sprees this two weeks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a lil shopping at Orchard the day before, because i had to pick up my laptop (Sony service sucks. I'll talk more about that later)&lt;br /&gt;But i carried my laptop around while shopping. @_@ *stupid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought shades and a multi-strand necklace from f21. and a random belt.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Walked around Wisma, Ion (not much though, since i went on Thursday) and Far East.&lt;br /&gt;Then took 132 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been enjoying these days like it's post-exams now. baaaaaaaad move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to get my laptop repaired on wednesday, because the screen was screwed and it was registered under the INTERNATIONAL repair service program.&lt;br /&gt;Went there, guy told me it wasn't under the local warranty. Uh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept emphasizing that i had the IRSP and he was kinda like, clueless about the program. and kept telling me with that look of disdain that "Your laptop's not registered." until i got pissed and i went "You mean the IRSP isnt available for Singapore?" and i even emailed Sony before going, asking if repair is available for IRSP. I was damn pissed and even said "You know, i can log into my email and show you what Sony sent me" "Did you verify which warranty?" "OF COURSE I DID."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i would like to see it for myself"&lt;br /&gt;Showed him and he immediately shut up.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe that Sony doesnt have information on which laptop's registered under the international warranty. You mean that i'll have to do the same in other countries and go through all these? What crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i didn't study for human geog today, was like "argh dammit" and didnt care.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but actually turned out okay. but i crapped alot for the question on industries.&lt;br /&gt;Totally felt like not doing (not giving up, more like, lazy to do) halfway thru the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my half assed industry question with time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese tomorrow's gonna be such a chore. damn. shldn't have retaken. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Physics MCQ and Chem MCQ left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm officially free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Leighton Meester's new video.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to Love ft. Robin Thicke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be embedded. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozPorCL6dYk"&gt;Click here - Youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She's sooo pretty. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-5682645279187527003?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5682645279187527003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=5682645279187527003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5682645279187527003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5682645279187527003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-o-lvl-shopping-spree.html' title='Pre O lvl shopping spree~'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-704333177424401880</id><published>2009-10-31T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:57:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just taking a break...</title><content type='html'>Righhhhhhht. Who am i kidding. I had a two day long break already. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a short update anyway, firstly O levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English went pretty well, though i kinda screwed up the situational (i didn't write address etc at all, i followed their instructions and started with "dear past pupil". :x but my content can make up for the loss of marks.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emaths paper was easy. Should be getting A2 if not A1.. Hope the moderation don't pull up the bell curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths paper 2 was tougher, but i made less mistakes because i had like 1hour to check.. (1 hour and i can still make mistakes, damn)&lt;br /&gt;But according to calculations, i'll get at least 150/180.. hopefully i can get a1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get a new blogskin soon~ tired of this already. though this one's really versatile. ciaos people, back to studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-704333177424401880?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/704333177424401880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=704333177424401880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/704333177424401880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/704333177424401880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-taking-break.html' title='Just taking a break...'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-6842885568866554743</id><published>2009-09-19T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T16:36:36.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've lost count</title><content type='html'>heck. i'm not even counting.&lt;br /&gt;so according to Bird, he says there's 36 more days to O lvls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;prelim results&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've improved! whee!&lt;br /&gt;but i can't say i improved by how much..&lt;br /&gt;because i forgot my previous result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Emath &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A2 &lt;/span&gt;: it's a pleasant surprise, i thought i would get B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Amath &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C6 &lt;/span&gt;: I passed, just like i expected! and speaking of this..&lt;br /&gt;i had a bet with Lau that his amath p2 would get more than 20 (upon 100, mind you), if he did, i'll get a magnum, and vice versa. Initially i wanted the deal to be that if he got more than 20% for p1 and p2, he'll have to treat me, but he declined.. so nevermind. ... he freaking got 19/100 for p2 and 19% for the whole damn thing. Either way i would lose...&lt;br /&gt;After treating him magnum.. he got sick.. (p.s magnum costs like $3.90 each.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Physics &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;B3 &lt;/span&gt;: #&amp;amp;$*#@&amp;amp; 2 more marks to A2. But it was okay. expected to just pass cos of my stupid mistakes.. But abit heartpain leh... MCQ : 33/40 Section A : 37/50.... Section B : 15/30. Cry liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chem &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A2 &lt;/span&gt;: exceeded expectations by so much.. Still.. like physics... MCQ : 29/40 Section A : 40/50.... Section B : 15/30....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Geog &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C5 &lt;/span&gt;: and i studied more for human geog but flunked the paper. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SS / Hist&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A1 &lt;/span&gt;：SS i got 35.. At first was quite scared cos i'll need to get 40 for hist to get A1, and it wasn't very possible, because in midyears i tyco-ed (?) and got 35 for Hist.. But i got 40/50 for hist. damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all!&lt;br /&gt;haven't gotten my language papers back yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My midyear l1r5 was like 26.. now i predict a l1r5 of 16 at worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus i announce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i'll be on hiatus til the end of o lvls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;though i'll still be online and be updating my twitter. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and something random...&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go buy my prom heels tomorrow! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;tall-ness, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-6842885568866554743?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6842885568866554743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=6842885568866554743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6842885568866554743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6842885568866554743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-lost-count.html' title='I&apos;ve lost count'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-2629898567103490030</id><published>2009-09-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:36:32.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prologue of something maybe...</title><content type='html'>thinking of doing something real... evil.&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i'll do it if i have the time.. since school's starting and i still haven't finished watching gossip girl season 2.&lt;br /&gt;and season 3's starting next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 44 days to o lvls at last count.&lt;br /&gt;am i prepared?&lt;br /&gt;truthfully, w/o looking at humanities,&lt;br /&gt;i'm.. roughly 3o~40% prepared i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can't wait for comex tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;most probably gonna get a pair of headphones and earphones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i really want is a dslr.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't really know much about them @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know but i know how to use. i don't really look into the tech side i guess...&lt;br /&gt;can anyone buy me one????&lt;br /&gt;*ok that's impossible*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after o lvl i'm gonna do so many things!!&lt;br /&gt;like photography, designing, business.&lt;br /&gt;whoa. not gonna give any details here.&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm pretty happy with my *future* if things go the way i want&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i'll have alternatives if i *dont* get into DTRM (touch wood though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;list of what i wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work at Universal Studios Singapore :&lt;br /&gt;like seriously. I don't even mind being some game operator or something, just for a day, hopefully singaporeans will be up to the standards, i mean the staff all hollywood are so friendly and they make you really comfortable. singapore better have a strict check on the staff (seeing my brother is gonna work part-time *gulp*)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Design and manufacture at least one outfit:&lt;br /&gt;Speaks for itself actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the MA:&lt;br /&gt;secret :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a DSLR and go into photography~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:))) hope at least half of them come true. though 4. most prolly would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&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/5156055189491080647-2629898567103490030?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2629898567103490030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2629898567103490030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2629898567103490030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2629898567103490030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/prologue-of-something-maybe.html' title='prologue of something maybe...'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-874974134017696777</id><published>2009-09-08T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:53:56.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and fuck goes the day</title><content type='html'>my day got screwed up in the end, nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-874974134017696777?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/874974134017696777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=874974134017696777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/874974134017696777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/874974134017696777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-fuck-goes-day.html' title='and fuck goes the day'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-658216860327792572</id><published>2009-09-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:18:01.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile smile smiling!</title><content type='html'>i barely slept last night.&lt;br /&gt;because i was too happy!&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno why. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and i totally love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ed westwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo. he's so cute. i was gushing over him to karrui (yes, karrui. -.-) on msn last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, chinese paper was okay today.&lt;br /&gt;went off, took some rotten old 159 with a crazy bus driver who definitely does not know how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you can heaaaaaar the brakes / wheels screeching while the bus is moving.&lt;br /&gt;something is definitely wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off to meet zhimin and peizhen first.&lt;br /&gt;weimin was late. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt want to cut hair so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I BROUGHT Z AND P TO CUT HAIR! whoo&lt;br /&gt;reco-ed them this really good hair salon at broadway /kbox plaza at amk.&lt;br /&gt;it's call soul salon or something, just next to long john's silver.&lt;br /&gt;had my haircut there and it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway those two were threatening that they will kill me if their hair got ruined.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like..&lt;br /&gt;"okay okay, don't cut don't hair. BEST!"&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i so good, go in and accompany them.&lt;br /&gt;love P's new hair. she looks sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;not much change to Z's though. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Hairstylist's the biggest. i can't argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then weimin arrived.&lt;br /&gt;after those two finished cutting their hair. i got literally dragged into and forced into the seat by those three crazies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this really pretty necklace we saw at the shop at the plaza.&lt;br /&gt;$19.. hoping to get it. love the accessories there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after that and i'm totally high today.&lt;br /&gt;and i love my flower hairband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very happy now.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm going pre-shopping and shopping tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;except for maybe some (or maybe ONE) spoilsport/loners?&lt;br /&gt;but bah, i dont' care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay gonna get shoes and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i need a new hairbrush!&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy&lt;br /&gt;and accessories&lt;br /&gt;whee whee whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really high right now.&lt;br /&gt;wonder how i'm gonna get to slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and christopher's started walking! he's so cute&lt;br /&gt;he walks like a gangster. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and the doll freaked me out just now. gah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights babes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-658216860327792572?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/658216860327792572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=658216860327792572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/658216860327792572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/658216860327792572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile-smile-smiling.html' title='smile smile smiling!'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-7664154305233670530</id><published>2009-09-04T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:32:12.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some really random thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's actually for dennis's sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;because he doesn't have facebook&lt;br /&gt;and he have no idea what we're talking about&lt;br /&gt;and i think this picture.. really needs more attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SqEBoli3OXI/AAAAAAAABDo/rjYPt7AdXWY/s1600-h/djn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SqEBoli3OXI/AAAAAAAABDo/rjYPt7AdXWY/s320/djn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377581226841815410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmmm, just three guys here right?&lt;br /&gt;dennis, joshua and nick. (left to right)&lt;br /&gt;nick's the innocent one.. as in. for this picture at least. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;(i have to say this, because this guy thinks he's VERY innocent, when he stated so clearly and proudly to deshawn that day that he is "only a little bit perverted", just a "little bit" hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at where joshua's hand is. rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to zengjie, i'm helping you okay?? i'm helping you post unglam pics of dennis for more people to see!&lt;br /&gt;and this is the most unglam one! kena violated.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q305/xangelxboomx/dnjconvo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conversation on facebook. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;look at joshua's delightful comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to gossip girl.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i'm saying this, but.&lt;br /&gt;chuck bass is such a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;a hot bastard that is. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7664154305233670530?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7664154305233670530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7664154305233670530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7664154305233670530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7664154305233670530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-really-random-thing.html' title='some really random thing'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/SqEBoli3OXI/AAAAAAAABDo/rjYPt7AdXWY/s72-c/djn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-294230324621009871</id><published>2009-09-02T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:58:48.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old wooden house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old wooden house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people come and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nobody wanna stays there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old wooden house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the wind blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old wooden house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;collapses. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what trip? what ahemclassoutingahem?&lt;br /&gt;sorry peeps i just had to get this out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that "our clique" isn't that fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;maybe to you people, we're childish etc. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i know sometimes we can be annoying and a nuisance to the class, but come on, too bad huh?&lt;br /&gt;i didn't ask to be stuck in this class, (but i'll prefer this class actually, to the alternative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please don't use "classouting" or whatever if you don't mean to invite the class.&lt;br /&gt;unless you propose to whoever is in charge to take our names out&lt;br /&gt;til then, unfortunately, we're in the same class. :D yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"classouting" at least that's what i heard. it's not my problem if you want to plan a gathering, but if it's accidentally touted as "class outing", it should be your responsibility to correct the person who named it as such. because you know, in a class outing, the entire class should be invited. and no. it's not that i'm jeelouz that poor me can't get an invitation. -.-&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i know who's complaining about who.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not stating any names here, mind you. you can bitch and gossip behind our backs but we don't, because we are happy people. lovely and forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;you can give us evil eyes and so on. i've seen that a hell lot of times. :D&lt;br /&gt;have fun, hope your eyes don't pop out from reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;if anyone's gonna come up to me and deny all these facts, MAYBE you're one of the few who don't do this. i'm not talking about the entire class. so people, get your facts right&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com does not take any responsibility for bleeding eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 20px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Sp4ynQ2uT9I/AAAAAAAABDg/3B3RyI2KjhY/s320/Capture.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no bird, i didnt' say 405 was a bitch. i love it too much because the friends i love are in that class. :D including you! (just kiddin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;and i swear physics MCQ is screwed up. free marks FTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-294230324621009871?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/294230324621009871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=294230324621009871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/294230324621009871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/294230324621009871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-wooden-house.html' title='old wooden house'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/Sp4ynQ2uT9I/AAAAAAAABDg/3B3RyI2KjhY/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-3041891780219043979</id><published>2009-09-01T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:13:51.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>somebody get me a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;blackberry curve 8900 or bold 9000..&lt;br /&gt;damn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so guilty for wanting to ask for a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;argh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so guilty......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should stop wasting money right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$100 + $398 = $498 for a bb curve (recontract)...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get my father to sign up for hub club to get that $100 waived..&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to get cable tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall ask him about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i srsly need a new phone or battery......&lt;br /&gt;wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes hurt so much..&lt;br /&gt;and foot's still hurting after a trillion years.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damndamndamndamndamn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3041891780219043979?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3041891780219043979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3041891780219043979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3041891780219043979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3041891780219043979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhhh'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-2901863375241416979</id><published>2009-08-31T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:25:33.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers day!</title><content type='html'>i can't exactly say i miss my primary school teacher... but whatever, i definitely miss the times in my primary school! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, regretted not wearing home clothes to school, but then again, have to pay $3.. nahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;english lesson was fun!&lt;br /&gt;ms quek had us group up in teams of 3, i was with kai yuan and pearleen, and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i think we were the winners but oh well. :D&lt;br /&gt;"commercialisation" - 17 letters! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during maths, when ms kuck walked in, all of us laughed, because she was wearing super geeky specs and we were like. LOLOLOLOL. even chen fan did a double take when he walked in after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was teachers day celebration, beginning was a lil boring, then there was this "don't forget the lyrics" segment which i think was too ahemfailahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the best best best segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers performed this thing which was like..&lt;br /&gt;dressing up as students... etc..&lt;br /&gt;very cliche but god it was damn funny. never gonna look at the female DM the same way. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;super short skirts etc..&lt;br /&gt;and mr tang and ms sun (am i right? cos i'm not sure) were making their love declarations in front of the entire school.&lt;br /&gt;tan boon hai so paikia. he can seriously pull off as a student lah. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and ms kuck was so cute, give what twinkle twinkle little stars.&lt;br /&gt;then the short PE teacher hold his guitar, told ms kuck "I SHOW YOU WHAT IS TALENT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1. 2. 3. 4."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCbqj4SxGJs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCbqj4SxGJs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i want nobody nobody but yoooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL lah. his guitar was damn extra.&lt;br /&gt;haha. loved that segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a lil trick on mr chew. courtesy of karrui and me.&lt;br /&gt;did a little searching on facebook&lt;br /&gt;and a lil photoshopping&lt;br /&gt;and a lil printing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah, a picture of mr chew and his fiance with "happy teachers day mr chew, (grats for your proposal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we put that picture on his car. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianyin called him and went like "mr chew, please come down to your car now or else you'll regret"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came down, was quite fast lah, and was like.. leg became jelly-like when he saw what we did.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he was quite embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took bus with alot of people, saw deshawn on the bus, asked him if he wanted to go meet up with primary school people. he did.&lt;br /&gt;got out of bus, simin etc went to mos to have lunch while ds and me saw zengjie, dennis, choonting, nick and zoe. :D&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at the kopitiam upstairs at hub. was quite fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;we were all bullying zengjie, calling her the "evil ahma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. then we were talking about joshua, then something real funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis : I don't like his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;everybody else :O.O whywhywhy???&lt;br /&gt;Dennis : Because she's taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah damn joker lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but had to leave soon cos' i was meeting simin etc. met up with them for a while and then went home. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deshawn's planing primary school gathering @ sentosa. :/&lt;br /&gt;he's mad about sentosa. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2901863375241416979?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2901863375241416979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2901863375241416979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2901863375241416979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2901863375241416979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/teachers-day.html' title='teachers day!'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-3596569032623914523</id><published>2009-08-29T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:16:43.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of prelims</title><content type='html'>sorry for the lack of updates, (if anybody's reading, lol)&lt;br /&gt;prelims are finally over, at least for now, because the paper 1s for the sciences are next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far so far. hopefully i'll see an improvement in my l1r5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my chinese results like 2 weeks before, didn't blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not feeling emo about it.&lt;br /&gt;if you still remember this &lt;a href="http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/chinese-o-levels.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually expecting to just pass, like c6 or 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally i would expect b3 or a2? but cos' of the stupid aircon that day *mumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that's lousy but with the screwing of up of paper 1 (you should have seen my paper, u'll think the marker would just give up marking) and not-so-good grade for oral (merit). it meant my paper 2 was good!&lt;br /&gt;i'm retaking the paper (duh!) and i'll get a distinction!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, been slping at 3am for the last week, if you've been following me at my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jiamannnnn"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;you'll notice that i tweet at unearthly hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;review of my exams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;english p1&lt;/span&gt; - was okay, i don't think i did well on compo, writer's block lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ss paper&lt;/span&gt; - WAS SO HAPPY PUKING FOR SEQ!!! but like what bird's been saying.. later he'll get like 23/25 for essay.. and 1/25 (which he has gotten before) for SBQ and still fail.&lt;br /&gt;because of the goddamn CRITERION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; - was okay okay lah. THANK GOD STALIN CAME OUT. like srsly. next time i'm gonna prepare beforehand. SBQ was okay too, lucky there's no shit like criterion. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;english p2&lt;/span&gt; - okay also lah, hope the marking style isn't like midyears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;physics p2&lt;/span&gt; - still okay. stupid theory questions, like i remember all the laws etc and pop up one question "WHAT IS IONISATION" it's under UV rays. wth. then what will whatever rays do to our tissues and cells or whatever shit. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;pure geog p2&lt;/span&gt; - gah. lucky i mugged ecotourism. spammed examples and gave examples that i'm not sure existed. i dunno if i put "however" but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;maths p1&lt;/span&gt; - forgot how it was like. think it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;amaths p1 &lt;/span&gt;- after this, nobody expected to pass. -.- and we all thought paper 2 would be a whole lot harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pure geog p1&lt;/span&gt; - okay lah. spammed examples too. made up ways with coping with floods. wrote 3, got 2 correct. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;chem p2&lt;/span&gt; - nothing to say. hope i pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;amaths p2&lt;/span&gt; - after this paper, i felt i would be able to pass. lol. even though i had like 20marks of blanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;maths p2 &lt;/span&gt;- okay also lah. last minute realised my mistake. -.- SIANNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I Love You Beth Cooper&lt;/span&gt;" last night and it was HILARIOUS. :))&lt;br /&gt;GO WATCH IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, shall attempt to do some RGS emath paper now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and i want a new phone&lt;/span&gt;. :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3596569032623914523?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3596569032623914523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3596569032623914523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3596569032623914523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3596569032623914523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-prelims.html' title='end of prelims'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-5329191791561441883</id><published>2009-08-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:35:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cutest goku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SogK3NMYsTI/AAAAAAAABDU/I8BjbHxySWI/s1600-h/figaro+goku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SogK3NMYsTI/AAAAAAAABDU/I8BjbHxySWI/s320/figaro+goku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370554499190010162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;好帅哦！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/Figaro1981"&gt;Figaro Ceng&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/5156055189491080647-5329191791561441883?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5329191791561441883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=5329191791561441883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5329191791561441883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5329191791561441883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/cutest-goku.html' title='cutest goku'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/SogK3NMYsTI/AAAAAAAABDU/I8BjbHxySWI/s72-c/figaro+goku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-1705265911900022867</id><published>2009-08-14T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:24:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something wrong with Esther.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SoVE9PWt4GI/AAAAAAAABDM/mL2b_26HH3Q/s1600-h/Orphan_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SoVE9PWt4GI/AAAAAAAABDM/mL2b_26HH3Q/s320/Orphan_Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369773949593706594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to watch Orphan with Gabriel.. NC16..&lt;br /&gt;The movie was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly funny at some parts though.&lt;br /&gt;really gory movie..&lt;br /&gt;If Esther (the orphan) was really a 9-year old kid, i'll be really impressed at how smart she is.&lt;br /&gt;her art pieces were really great (including the "hidden" versions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actress asting as Esther is just a 12 year old, but i really take my hat off to her.&lt;br /&gt;she acts out so damn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the starting was lame and had no link (just like every other horror movie)..&lt;br /&gt;but it set the mood right.&lt;br /&gt;this couple's 3rd child was a stillborn, so after getting over the grieve, they decided to adopt a kid.&lt;br /&gt;they clicked with esther right after they met her.&lt;br /&gt;so they brought her home.&lt;br /&gt;there was the older brother Danny and the younger sister Max.&lt;br /&gt;Max is such a cute lil girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther starts to show that something's wrong when she smashes an injured pigeon with a rock (and god, that was gross)&lt;br /&gt;then she goes to school.&lt;br /&gt;gets ostracized (duh) because of her clothing, with her princess-y choker and bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she pushes the girl bully off the slide, which is really high up.&lt;br /&gt;that girl bully got her leg broken because she kinda smashed it against the the metal slide.&lt;br /&gt;which was.. like. OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to piss her mother off, she cuts allllll the roses from the particular plant in which the ashes of the stillborn was buried under.&lt;br /&gt;mother got pissed and grabbed her arm.&lt;br /&gt;but nothing happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at night.. she went to her father's workroom and placed her arm in the vice and started making it tighter...&lt;br /&gt;until her own arm broke.&lt;br /&gt;double OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna spoil the rest for ya all.&lt;br /&gt;it's really really great. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not horror movie as people (like simin) have told me it is...&lt;br /&gt;it's a thriller, (totally my kind of movie, but that's a secret).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/5 STARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ywOPNNii9w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ywOPNNii9w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;oh, and there was this comment on st.com's report on SG's first tamiflu-resistant case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="gwt-HTML"&gt;When will doctors and the medical industry learn and grasp that this H1N1 is culling of sickly humans by the Unseen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unseen is returning the change to humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans have culled sickly animals, cow, chickens, pigs, etc without  remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is payback time for humans as the H1N1 virus stems from the Unseen to give it back to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major cleansing of the world comes from Nature [the Unseen] to help restore the imbalance in nature [environment] caused by runaway pollution created by man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this cleansing process is not carried out to restore the imbalance [even at the expense of causing heavy flooding, fire storms, tsunami, etc. and the lost of thousands of human lives and many other living things in its wake], mankind and all things will be choked or suffocated to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Great Love of the Unseen [no humans can alter it] that will be invoked from time to time when the imbalance has gone to extreme caused by man's Greed, Lust and Corruption that brings about grave pollution on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will humans ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the religious leaders, education experts, politicians and scientists ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the whole of mankind wake up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="details"&gt;Posted by: CCLCCLCCL at Fri Aug 14 16:09:28 SGT 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;but somewhat true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-1705265911900022867?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1705265911900022867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1705265911900022867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1705265911900022867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1705265911900022867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning, during pe.&lt;br /&gt;had fun running and playing hand ball.&lt;br /&gt;when i forgot about my foot and ran on the front of my foot (toes)...&lt;br /&gt;and re-injured it again.. super pain lah.&lt;br /&gt;mr singh take the ice pack also useless...&lt;br /&gt;not cold. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, only got a tenner.&lt;br /&gt;and today's no change day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics, i swear mr tay hates me or something.&lt;br /&gt;he calls me up to answer allllllll the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photoshoot, didn't get to take piccys with clique~&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i'll look fugly cos the sun was bright, and smiling was hard, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i bet my face will look cramped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastamania, i got sprayed by coke TWICE by irene and then lau...&lt;br /&gt;irene's one was okay, cos she didn't do it on purpose..&lt;br /&gt;lau is crappy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, im finally figuring out how to snap my fingers! :D yaye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2582997458787527706?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2582997458787527706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2582997458787527706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2582997458787527706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2582997458787527706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/shit-day.html' title='shit-day.'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-2921803041479880136</id><published>2009-08-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:54:19.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review : Where got scary?</title><content type='html'>Jack Neo has surpassed himself. *applauds*&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought he couldn't get even worse than Money No Enough 2, he proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SoAU6ZfIUHI/AAAAAAAABDE/WPiZsUvrVxA/s1600-h/635846358118BE724C8CC839BB1DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SoAU6ZfIUHI/AAAAAAAABDE/WPiZsUvrVxA/s320/635846358118BE724C8CC839BB1DC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368313749332054130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to watch Where got Ghost today, went to amk hub at like 2pm? Tickets for the 5.50pm were sold out.. Didn't realised it was sneak preview today.&lt;br /&gt;But went to jubilee to get tickets for 5pm show. luckily i went early, because it filled up later on. and i got a good seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a hor-medy, a cross between a comedy and horror genre.&lt;br /&gt;which was FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where got Ghost", made up of three short stories, "Street got ghost", "Forest got ghost" and "House got ghost".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street got ghost :&lt;br /&gt;extremely lousy plot, i laughed when the ghost granny/teenager came out.&lt;br /&gt;like so "stylish", "next time, don't take my oranges"... -.-&lt;br /&gt;Jack Neo was shooting in Tim Burton's style? the cool blue tones, but it failed completely.&lt;br /&gt;to the extent that it irritated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forest got ghost :&lt;br /&gt;It tells of two guys on reservist training who decides to go on a shortcut. To me, it was the most interesting and funny story out of the three.&lt;br /&gt;Though the ending was abit lame, like suddenly they just died. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;then ghost fly here and there.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House got ghost :&lt;br /&gt;It's the horror sequel to Money No Enough 2. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;NO PLOT AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, jack neo shows the moral, like "respect elderly", "don't forget where you came from" etc.&lt;br /&gt;but he doesn't show WHY it happens. like, i have NO idea why the heck the granny wanna haunt them. at least in the previous two, it's because those people messed with the ghosts first.&lt;br /&gt;but. -.- this was LAME. Though it had the scariest ONE SECOND in the entire show.&lt;br /&gt;and then it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Neo should seriously stop applying CGI in his movies (as seen in the failed ERP attempt in Money No Enough 2) when he can't apply them in an efficient way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion :&lt;br /&gt;Don't watch this. it's a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch the trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gsSwEoKbWQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gsSwEoKbWQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-2921803041479880136?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2921803041479880136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=2921803041479880136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2921803041479880136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/2921803041479880136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-where-got-scary.html' title='Movie Review : Where got scary?'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/SoAU6ZfIUHI/AAAAAAAABDE/WPiZsUvrVxA/s72-c/635846358118BE724C8CC839BB1DC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-3056987904157670092</id><published>2009-08-09T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:40:53.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 44th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Sn6Ijw-dhcI/AAAAAAAABC8/a2mh57TcgLQ/s1600-h/Image12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Sn6Ijw-dhcI/AAAAAAAABC8/a2mh57TcgLQ/s320/Image12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367877953895892418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i bought this at Net at ion for... $23 (O.P $29.90) and a grey cargo pants that i've been looking for since forever for $34! (O.P $69)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ion orchard was impressive, and the crowd was overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;so overwhelming that it put me off from uniqlo, which i felt was so-so. not as great as the media made them out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it was the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go all the way up to the boutiques area as there was no point... no money go for what??&lt;br /&gt;haha. but the basement levels were enough. and saw several cool shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this jacket from adidas (Stella Mccartney) that i would really loveeee.&lt;br /&gt;but $299... @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;happy national day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe gonna do a review on Up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, watched a lil bit of Bruno. that show is serious SICK. hilarious, but SICK HUMOR.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't carry on after 15mins. just as well cos' karrui told me that after 15mins,&lt;br /&gt;that guy ahemflashedhisprivatesahem. and his butt is so ugly-flabby.&lt;br /&gt;karrui actually enjoyed it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody wanna watch hangover??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3056987904157670092?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3056987904157670092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3056987904157670092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3056987904157670092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3056987904157670092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-44th.html' title='happy 44th!'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/Sn6Ijw-dhcI/AAAAAAAABC8/a2mh57TcgLQ/s72-c/Image12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-5165098606916670705</id><published>2009-08-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:10:24.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom..</title><content type='html'>playing around with my vaio cam...&lt;br /&gt;too bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmShrJtmqI/AAAAAAAABC0/ejQzWUwjxlE/s1600-h/Image11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmShrJtmqI/AAAAAAAABC0/ejQzWUwjxlE/s320/Image11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366481538205457058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmSha9qNvI/AAAAAAAABCs/ehoLWegqTaM/s1600-h/Image8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmSha9qNvI/AAAAAAAABCs/ehoLWegqTaM/s320/Image8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366481533859935986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmShfluSgI/AAAAAAAABCk/cw1yXB_f7Ew/s1600-h/Image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmShfluSgI/AAAAAAAABCk/cw1yXB_f7Ew/s320/Image6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366481535101716994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmShActmuI/AAAAAAAABCc/uWxnuzLKSKo/s1600-h/Image5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmShActmuI/AAAAAAAABCc/uWxnuzLKSKo/s320/Image5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366481526742424290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmSgkeJ6BI/AAAAAAAABCU/ZTSO5A-Mq0U/s1600-h/Image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmSgkeJ6BI/AAAAAAAABCU/ZTSO5A-Mq0U/s320/Image4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366481519232280594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mBird just told me about some chem test... that i totally forgot about...&lt;br /&gt;im DEAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-5165098606916670705?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5165098606916670705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=5165098606916670705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5165098606916670705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/5165098606916670705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/boredom.html' title='boredom..'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/SnmShrJtmqI/AAAAAAAABC0/ejQzWUwjxlE/s72-c/Image11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-1932550585447234735</id><published>2009-07-31T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:55:43.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Livres</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm studying! for the first time in 10 years of education!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have lunch at kopitiam with soph, simin and lau after school.&lt;br /&gt;attempted to run after bus 165 as i was in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;failed. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately my right foot haven't healed yet...&lt;br /&gt;sad...&lt;br /&gt;i hope it heals by national day weekend so i can go shopping and skating!! :D&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to buses..&lt;br /&gt;but then had to run after a 74.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;borrowed&lt;/s&gt; took coins from lau since i had to change bus...&lt;br /&gt;and the dumbest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got off 74 to take the bus behind...&lt;br /&gt;it was the SAME 165 i was chasing..&lt;br /&gt;and i got up that bus. zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, bathed.&lt;br /&gt;wore my GAP hoodie, for the first time..&lt;br /&gt;don't really regret it, though people might think im mad for wearing a sweater in this weather..&lt;br /&gt;and inside of the sweater was those woolly kinda material..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the library was cold!!&lt;br /&gt;reach at like 2.15. found a seat at the cafe (fortunately)..&lt;br /&gt;because lau arrived and i got stunned at the bags he was holding&lt;br /&gt;- mcdonald's takeaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway bird was super late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think only lau and me did work.&lt;br /&gt;cos bird was like..&lt;br /&gt;"aiya so sian..."&lt;br /&gt;etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;he's DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 more days to prelim!!!&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better do well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the possibility of succeeding in DPA looks bleak.&lt;br /&gt;sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;OH YA. bird's headphones looks damn chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-1932550585447234735?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1932550585447234735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1932550585447234735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1932550585447234735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1932550585447234735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/les-livres.html' title='Les Livres'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-1631749198169257943</id><published>2009-07-25T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:47:20.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excuse slips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr ****:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He denied that he asked you&lt;br /&gt;Slap him k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;He never ask me what, why you want give him 20 demerit point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;FT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos he lie mah.&lt;br /&gt;Tt he never ask you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Weikang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; has been added into the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what handbook?&lt;br /&gt;Handbook where got put my gf's name??? -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Weikang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinmin handbook..&lt;br /&gt;I DUN CARE&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY EXCUSE SLIP&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;MY FUTUREEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE OF A NAMEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll excuse you at 2.14pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;SOPHIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr **** don't bully him lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono not cos of a name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS ****WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cos you said you never ask jm&lt;br /&gt;lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never ask me mah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA I NEVER ASK!&lt;br /&gt;i'm smart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm&lt;br /&gt;then wad qn did u ask jm that led u to the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just say&lt;br /&gt;"Weikang says: lol mr **** thought i dunno his gf name is sophia"&lt;br /&gt;then you said if he dunno you don't give him excuse slip..&lt;br /&gt;so i went to zihigh and went "it's sophia!!" at you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so conclusion is he didn lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr.**** is a teacher that always thought students lie ! &gt;&lt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you not believe your own class???&lt;br /&gt;and you accused him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret being in his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for causing all these confusion, i'll release him at 2pm. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;oh you had no choice to be in my class!&lt;br /&gt;hahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;2pm got difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lah.&lt;br /&gt;mabbe 15mins enuff for him to catch the early bus&lt;br /&gt;then enuff for him to catch the earlier trainand eunff for him to catch the earliest lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna cut my wrist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I provide penknife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 15min becomes 1h!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he need dress up&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;prepare&lt;br /&gt;and double check his portfolio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA!&lt;br /&gt;JIAMAN IS A BETTER FORM TEACHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaman shall write your excuse slip then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... (you wouldn't want to know the convo that took place then) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mr ****, may i have the excuse slip on wednesday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm dear but there're other dearer or dearest teachers for u =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS&lt;br /&gt;this sucks&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;ok i go complain at smb&lt;br /&gt;much nicer way to destress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;spare me the smb!&lt;br /&gt;i dun need principal asking me why my form class student post whatver kind of msg on smb -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;you know what you must do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm smart, i'll noe what to do.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIDENCE OF BLACKMAILING.)&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sure if i'm smart enuff to succumb to the blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaman plz don't betray me&lt;br /&gt;LLLLL is helping me modify what i'm gonna put up on the smb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...a few lame moments later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok mr **** i put up already&lt;br /&gt;go see&lt;br /&gt;post under suggestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either it lags or u forgot how to post -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG so dumb xD really go see .&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, this source proves that Mr.****'s intelligence level is questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Mr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore mr **** will pass me my excuse slip:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being so vague, but i'm not gonna explain why this convo took place.&lt;br /&gt;you can guess who's mr ****, quite easy, but i'm not gonna confirm anything :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-1631749198169257943?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1631749198169257943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1631749198169257943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1631749198169257943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1631749198169257943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/excuse-slips.html' title='excuse slips'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-3241510386819430303</id><published>2009-07-24T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:28:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$60</title><content type='html'>So... I sprained my leg during PE on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;in a real epic way.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even fall.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't my ankle. It was my foot. right foot.&lt;br /&gt;ended up crying.&lt;br /&gt;cos' too pain.&lt;br /&gt;i actually heard my foot went "craack" and i was like "fuck......"&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed school yesterday because i couldn't walk..&lt;br /&gt;had to hop on one leg.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling better now, though i still walk super slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to chinese doc twice (on wednesday night and thursday), had acupuncture, 19 needles in total.. and miraculously, it works!&lt;br /&gt;for $30 for each session... $60 gone. .&lt;br /&gt;hmm, nothing much to say actually..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for DPA calls/emails/smses... NP is so slow..&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've improved in my english, history, physics and chem(?)..&lt;br /&gt;so if i just studied a lil bit and this is what i get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need more practice for maths though.. serious lack of practice. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-3241510386819430303?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3241510386819430303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=3241510386819430303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3241510386819430303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/3241510386819430303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/60.html' title='$60'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-4103795575419599501</id><published>2009-07-20T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:09:27.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhm..</title><content type='html'>Gilbert told me to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Update"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4103795575419599501?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4103795575419599501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4103795575419599501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4103795575419599501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4103795575419599501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/uhm.html' title='uhm..'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-9082007636760118419</id><published>2009-07-12T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:02:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit blogger</title><content type='html'>i was typing something really long long long..&lt;br /&gt;when it shut down.&lt;br /&gt;crap you blogger.&lt;br /&gt;no mood to type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching MJ's memorial. again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess he's a great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Slm0A5IKBHI/AAAAAAAABCI/65OSSLzPg5Y/s1600-h/michael-jackson_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Slm0A5IKBHI/AAAAAAAABCI/65OSSLzPg5Y/s400/michael-jackson_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357511159161947250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Slm0AilCqpI/AAAAAAAABCA/DLPr7Nxjk00/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/Slm0AilCqpI/AAAAAAAABCA/DLPr7Nxjk00/s400/michael_jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357511153109084818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;(&lt;span class="bday"&gt;1958-08-29&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8pqyvNFxkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8pqyvNFxkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-9082007636760118419?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9082007636760118419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=9082007636760118419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/9082007636760118419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/9082007636760118419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/shit-blogger.html' title='shit blogger'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/Slm0A5IKBHI/AAAAAAAABCI/65OSSLzPg5Y/s72-c/michael-jackson_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-8116108316826909661</id><published>2009-07-11T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:52:53.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitler and MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELyTBXzfQJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELyTBXzfQJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funnyyyyy. i'm bored. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-8116108316826909661?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8116108316826909661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=8116108316826909661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8116108316826909661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/8116108316826909661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/hitler-and-mj.html' title='Hitler and MJ'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-7120752707879934912</id><published>2009-07-11T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:52:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woe is me</title><content type='html'>i'm really worrying over DPA...&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;spent 3hours to type a 600-character paragraph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with karrui and sianyin at pastamania (and the day before too)&lt;br /&gt;went home, bathed, slacked, played ds, checked email (to no avail. ): )&lt;br /&gt;then went out, waited at oppst amk hub bus stop, waited for jo and wk to get up bus 74..&lt;br /&gt;and played my ds... for like 40mins. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ngee ann poly..&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, was kinda clueless bout where to go.&lt;br /&gt;but felt so odd over there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to the convention center, sadly the tours for the courses we wanted to go to were over.&lt;br /&gt;we talked to the respective lecturers, helped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;but it made the the prospect of going in through DPA even lower. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. took 61 to vivo.&lt;br /&gt;didn't want italian much to wk's disappointment, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;i had pasta for two days straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted something chinese-y or thai-ish.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at The Asian Kitchen, quite nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;a bit of mix up between soy sauce and vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at like 8pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worked on the 600 characters thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, wish me luck. because i'll need all that i need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7120752707879934912?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7120752707879934912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7120752707879934912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7120752707879934912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7120752707879934912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/woe-is-me.html' title='woe is me'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-1468949432485035393</id><published>2009-07-08T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:40:26.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Near-Future plans I</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of DPA...&lt;br /&gt;haha. still thinking, though must quickly decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;striking off fashion off my list liao.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i've really zero creative juice.. don't think i can do fashion design, and it's really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my areas of interests were : fashion, business, tourism and then aesthetic surgery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;fashion : as i've mentioned, i've zero creative juices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aesthetic surgery : if you don't know, it's more commonly known as cosmetic or reconstructive surgery, though i'm more inclined towards the plastic side, because it's really cool. I'm actually still open to it, but yeah, put a scalpel in my hands and you'll never know what will happen. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;business : i like the idea of being a high flyer. i mean, if i wanna be in business, i'll want to make it SUPER big. but going on a poly course to business, where will it lead me? i've no idea actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tourism : because tourism is starting to become bigger as the years goes by as countries develop. there are 8 reasons for development in tourism:&lt;br /&gt;political stability, improvements in transportation, liberisat...&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, that's geog. but well, it seems a more open choice. compared to aesthetic and fashion.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;argh. i really dunno what to choose!!&lt;br /&gt;please tag and comment! :D thanks!&lt;br /&gt;help me out here, okay? :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whoops, i submitted my DPA form already. wish me luck, don't ask what i applied for!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, piccys of my lovely berry lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even the mouse looks edible. like a grape. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SlR2jJtAc6I/AAAAAAAABBA/3pwvEUaLebA/s400/P070709_17.51.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356036203122553762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SlR2i66rCtI/AAAAAAAABA4/VN-hWk0SbWU/s400/P070709_17.50%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356036199153339090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SlR2iqK1jSI/AAAAAAAABAw/fZ8sDVD0st8/s400/P070709_17.50.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356036194657733922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SlR2iRIOWHI/AAAAAAAABAo/5LVyH0ZPB2k/s400/P070709_17.49%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356036187935889522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so cute right???&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SlR2iHDAoxI/AAAAAAAABAg/Ib8zz2ZVdSM/s400/P070709_17.49.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356036185229665042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something to spoil it..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my leg! had to use tape to stick the pad on to prevent myself from dirtying my bed with BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ql2qYUrTloU/SlR2uJsnGyI/AAAAAAAABBQ/pXQL3mefYTQ/s400/P070709_22.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356036392099453730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-1468949432485035393?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1468949432485035393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1468949432485035393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1468949432485035393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1468949432485035393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/near-future-plans-i.html' title='The Near-Future plans I'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ql2qYUrTloU/SlR2jJtAc6I/AAAAAAAABBA/3pwvEUaLebA/s72-c/P070709_17.51.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5156055189491080647.post-6271475190518523386</id><published>2009-07-06T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:36:43.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very juicy</title><content type='html'>got my very juicy vaio CS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookie for anyone who can guess what colour i got. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.sg/microsite/vaio/products/vaio_cs/"&gt;http://www.sony.com.sg/microsite/vaio/products/vaio_cs/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-6271475190518523386?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6271475190518523386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=6271475190518523386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6271475190518523386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/6271475190518523386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-juicy.html' title='very juicy'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-1669314710835952302</id><published>2009-07-05T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:45:44.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishies</title><content type='html'>Monochrome fishies! Click to throw food in and watch them grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" style="outline-color: -moz-use-text-color; outline-style: none; outline-width: medium;" data="http://hosting.gmodules.com/ig/gadgets/file/112581010116074801021/fish.swf?up_fishColor9=F45540&amp;amp;up_numFish=5&amp;amp;up_fishColor6=4CF440&amp;amp;up_fishColor5=444545&amp;amp;up_fishColor7=F4EE40&amp;amp;up_fishColor1=FAF5F5&amp;amp;up_fishColor2=CFCFCF&amp;amp;up_backgroundColor=000000&amp;amp;up_fishName=Fish&amp;amp;up_fishColor10=F45540&amp;amp;up_foodColor=FCF7F8&amp;amp;up_fishColor8=F4B540&amp;amp;up_fishColor4=737475&amp;amp;up_fishColor3=A09FA1&amp;amp;up_backgroundImage=http://&amp;amp;" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://hosting.gmodules.com/ig/gadgets/file/112581010116074801021/fish.swf?up_fishColor9=F45540&amp;amp;up_numFish=5&amp;amp;up_fishColor6=4CF440&amp;amp;up_fishColor5=444545&amp;amp;up_fishColor7=F4EE40&amp;amp;up_fishColor1=FAF5F5&amp;amp;up_fishColor2=CFCFCF&amp;amp;up_backgroundColor=000000&amp;amp;up_fishName=Fish&amp;amp;up_fishColor10=F45540&amp;amp;up_foodColor=FCF7F8&amp;amp;up_fishColor8=F4B540&amp;amp;up_fishColor4=737475&amp;amp;up_fishColor3=A09FA1&amp;amp;up_backgroundImage=http://&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="tl"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, if you want notes,&lt;br /&gt;you can go to karrui's blog here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imsofaggotic.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.imsofaggotic.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-1669314710835952302?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1669314710835952302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=1669314710835952302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1669314710835952302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/1669314710835952302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/fishies.html' title='fishies'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-4016296144625436506</id><published>2009-07-04T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:49:06.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想念是會呼吸的痛</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 674px; height: 148px;" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q305/xangelxboomx/lol1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gVr_cM_d55I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gVr_cM_d55I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;作詞：姚若龍　作曲：宇恆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在東京鐵塔　第一次眺望&lt;br /&gt;看燈火模仿　墜落的星光&lt;br /&gt;我終於到達　但卻更悲傷&lt;br /&gt;一個人完成　我們的夢想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你總說　時間還很多　你可以等我&lt;br /&gt;以前我不懂得　未必明天　就有以後&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊想念是會呼吸的痛　它活在我身上所有角落&lt;br /&gt;哼你愛的歌會痛　看你的信會痛　連沈默也痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遺憾是會呼吸的痛　它流在血液中來回滾動&lt;br /&gt;後悔不貼心會痛　恨不懂你會痛　想見不能見最痛＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒看你臉上　張揚過哀傷&lt;br /&gt;那是種多麼　寂寞的倔強&lt;br /&gt;你拆了城牆　讓我去流浪&lt;br /&gt;在原地等我　把自己捆綁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你沒說　你也會軟弱　需要倚賴我&lt;br /&gt;我就裝不曉得　自由移動　自我地過&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat ＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我發誓不再說謊了　多愛你就會抱你多緊的&lt;br /&gt;我的微笑都假了　靈魂像飄浮著　你在就好了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我發誓不讓你等候　陪你做想做的無論什麼&lt;br /&gt;我越來越像貝殼　怕心被人觸碰　你回來那就好了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能重來那就好了 &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this song, anyone got can send me? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4016296144625436506?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4016296144625436506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4016296144625436506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4016296144625436506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4016296144625436506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='想念是會呼吸的痛'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-868199862644682397</id><published>2009-06-29T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:33:31.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm gonna</title><content type='html'>fuck it all. i'm gonna go on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;massive shopping spree&lt;/span&gt; after o level.&lt;br /&gt;juicy flip flops, wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;guess jeans, just keep on hanging on that damn rack.&lt;br /&gt;topshop platforms, stay sweet on the white shelf.&lt;br /&gt;and still got more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting more and more irritated by the community at blogskins.com&lt;br /&gt;walou. cannot take critique de. go live in ur own wonderlala.&lt;br /&gt;blahs.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i just had to get this off my chest. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-868199862644682397?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/868199862644682397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=868199862644682397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/868199862644682397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/868199862644682397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-gonna.html' title='i&apos;m gonna'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-716050521990419819</id><published>2009-06-29T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:15:32.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because we will party</title><content type='html'>party till the sun comes up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history paper was okay, finished it in time.. wrote very very slow this time, haha.&lt;br /&gt;yay, japans &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lurves &lt;/span&gt;me. sad thing for those who studied nazi only though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emaths paper was hard, not all but like 5 questions or sth.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went tang's house there to eat with her and lau. saw a "licheng", hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;super funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a lanyard (for what i also dunno), and 1 very very cute paper file.. i think im gonna go back for more. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paaanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mOooooooAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-716050521990419819?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/716050521990419819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=716050521990419819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/716050521990419819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/716050521990419819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-we-will-party.html' title='because we will party'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-7796021606887996530</id><published>2009-06-28T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:12:42.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kapoof</title><content type='html'>in the middle of editing my twitter js file.&lt;br /&gt;but lazy liao.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://superbirddd.co.cc/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, yes, now.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask any questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-7796021606887996530?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7796021606887996530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=7796021606887996530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7796021606887996530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/7796021606887996530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/kapoof.html' title='kapoof'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5156055189491080647.post-4735441300950844627</id><published>2009-06-26T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:21:26.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>Changed blogskin, it make looks like there's no difference but in fact there's ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;in the coding only. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a super custom template which i well, used to it's fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerbuster.com/2008/02/101-excellent-blogger-xml-templates.html"&gt;http://www.bloggerbuster.com/2008/02/101-excellent-blogger-xml-templates.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though there's not supposed to be any "hacking of html"... i still did.&lt;br /&gt;to edit codings to make it "this blog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't manage to study much today due to a little devil being super noisy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today : study finish emaths&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow : study 3/4 human geog, touch up on physics, chem, emaths, amaths during tuition&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : Must listen to tuition! Play DS during break&lt;br /&gt;Monday : chiong home mug human geog, chem&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday : mug physical geog, touch up chem&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : Chiong amaths&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : Physics babeh!&lt;br /&gt;Friday : no more. i wanna go cycling, anyone? :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5156055189491080647-4735441300950844627?l=dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4735441300950844627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5156055189491080647&amp;postID=4735441300950844627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4735441300950844627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5156055189491080647/posts/default/4735441300950844627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamer-inreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>alyssa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
