<?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-20223418</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:42:57.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday,tomorrow,today,everyday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-8764402821747286144</id><published>2008-07-06T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:11:55.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i effing hate flirts</title><content type='html'>FUCK U FLIRTS&lt;br /&gt;cant u all just make up ur fucking minds and love just ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why go around and hurt people and leave scars that take ages to heal.&lt;br /&gt;does it make u feel good&lt;br /&gt;does it make u feel u're well liked&lt;br /&gt;does it make u feel u're hot&lt;br /&gt;does it make u feel u're a good player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let me tell u&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you players&lt;br /&gt;and fuck all of u that screw up people's faith in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is sucha wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;and dun u go judging me&lt;br /&gt;dun u go "nono eric knows shit about love"&lt;br /&gt;"nono eric knows nothing. he never got dumped"&lt;br /&gt;WELL FUCK YOU AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;i've got fucked real bad in a love relationship&lt;br /&gt;over and over again (before the current one i have)&lt;br /&gt;im a single parent kid&lt;br /&gt;and u wldnt wanna know what my dad did&lt;br /&gt;so if anyone's gonna have a bad impression of love&lt;br /&gt;it has gotta be me&lt;br /&gt;BUT why do i still believe in LOVE&lt;br /&gt;because it is that damn wonderful&lt;br /&gt;why should i let all these unhappy trivial bumps in my love life stop me from believing in Love, stop me from loving hard, and stop me from finding my perfect one?&lt;br /&gt;if i let that happen, arent i just indirectly supporting assholes whom play the field?&lt;br /&gt;well im not&lt;br /&gt;cuz i hate those son of a bitches&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna believe in Love&lt;br /&gt;belive in what i think is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note&lt;br /&gt;bad experiences in the past arent as bad as u think&lt;br /&gt;of course, go ahead u feel emo and all&lt;br /&gt;u'll definitely think that those bad experiences are SHIT&lt;br /&gt;well now take it on another perspective&lt;br /&gt;i choose t look at it on the other side&lt;br /&gt;the brighter side&lt;br /&gt;and ask myself&lt;br /&gt;what have i learnt from those experiences&lt;br /&gt;have it thought me how to look at people next time&lt;br /&gt;have i learnt something about myself which is actually bad from those experiences&lt;br /&gt;how can i improve myself or what can i do t ensure this doesnt happen again&lt;br /&gt;i mean whats the point of being emo&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE POINT&lt;br /&gt;does it bring him/her back?&lt;br /&gt;does it huh?&lt;br /&gt;does it make u feel better?&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY NOT&lt;br /&gt;does it make time turn back?&lt;br /&gt;u think u cry fast enough. time will turn back?&lt;br /&gt;(i tink u watch too much Bu Neng Shuo De Mi Mi , and thats a piano piece not ur damn tears)&lt;br /&gt;so get a grip of ur freakin emotions&lt;br /&gt;the pain will subside in time to come&lt;br /&gt;and u'll freakin move on&lt;br /&gt;trust me&lt;br /&gt;i've been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those dat say u'll never love again&lt;br /&gt;i call you a coward&lt;br /&gt;cus u do not have the balls to chase love again&lt;br /&gt;and u my friend, u're a sinner!&lt;br /&gt;an unforgiveable sinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sorry for the vulgarities. but i just hate all these people tarnishing the image of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chase love, for love is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;so fuckin wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-8764402821747286144?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/8764402821747286144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=8764402821747286144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/8764402821747286144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/8764402821747286144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-effing-hate-flirts.html' title='i effing hate flirts'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-1865252112901951186</id><published>2007-08-22T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:33:59.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocal Lesson on 18/8/07 by Lynn</title><content type='html'>this has to be the best lesson by far for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had diagphram training. learnt new stuff. then came singing time. we're told to sing 知道 by 张惠妹 which lynn told us t go listen bout 3 weeks back. been practising at home since then but i thot i still aint dat good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual i was first to start cuz i knew the song best. so i sang lyk how i sang at home. singing it &lt;br /&gt;at +4 . well i thot i did normal but lynn said very good. so i took it as i  did just fine and din make much mistakes. den kelly and steward sang. they din do too well cuz they din noe the song well.&lt;br /&gt;then lynn asked me t sing the song again. this time at +5. a little higher. she said dat i shld challenge it. so i sang. i felt extremely tired after singing the song cuz i used alot of energy t sing it and it was really my limit. and when i was done. lynn said dat i did very good. other than that i got not enuff emotions in the song (which we are not taught yet), i did very good. she said i maximized my vocals and performed the song very well. she was almost speechless wif my &lt;br /&gt;progress. weee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i was soooooooooo happy. i mean i've been praised by my frens. but now even my teacher praised me. nothing feels better than to be praised by a professional in this industry. and on our&lt;br /&gt;way out, kelly kept on praising me. gosh. *shy* hahah. anyways lynn told me dat i've successfully challenged this song and now i'll only hafta work on my emotions in this song&lt;br /&gt;and she asked me to pick another song t challenge myself. im currently   working on 孙燕姿's 我不难过... and 我怀念的 and 张惠妹's 平常心. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching keely's performance on last monday's campus superstar, it made me wanna sing ping chang xin. she sounded awesome. and i'd wanna achieve what she achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing has added alot of colors to my life. without singing, i tink i'll be a lost little boy. alrite not little anymore. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is theory lesson by rollin AGAIN. omg BORING. gimme more of lynn's lesson. i want! i love music clinic. my only regret is that i shld've joined earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singing off happiness*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-1865252112901951186?l=pensee-creatice.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-20223418.post-5404347030039461621</id><published>2007-07-22T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:07:13.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocal Lessons @ The Music Clinic 210707</title><content type='html'>its my third lesson. diaphragmatic lessons by lynn again. nxt week is theory lesson by mark. theory means no singing? damn. anyways i still must practise my breathing. im taking too little air in. dunno how the rest do so well. especially steward whos singing is lyk ZOMG horrible. thou i must say. he did improve. and this week we discovered his other problem. his diction is horrible. he cant seem t pronounce certain words. i had t lyk teach him? hahah. i mean this is basic man. i wonder did he fail his mandarin oral in JC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i din hav much problems wif my singing. just got nasally in the first chorus as i got carried away. den it was all fine. and yes finally. i dun hafta sing dang ni gu dan ni hui xiang qi shui anymore. the week after next is back to diaphramatic lessons. tis time we're gonna learn hw to sing high notes wif our diaphragms. and lynn ask us to go home n listen 3 songs. 我还能爱谁 by 许志安 , 剪爱 and 知道 by 张惠妹. guess im gonna sing 知道.  we got 2 weeks t practise since nxt week isnt lynn's lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday in 1 week! anyways couple of frens haf already celebrated it wif me. will update bout that in my nxt blog post tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing out loving singing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-5404347030039461621?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/5404347030039461621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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My Vocal Lessons</title><content type='html'>i just had my 2nd vocal lesson last sat. first lesson was assessment by the principal/founder himself, Peter Tan. yes he is that judge from the first campus superstar. there are 5 students in &lt;br /&gt;my class including me. first lesson, 4 were present, 3 guys and a gurl. hrmm lemme recall their &lt;br /&gt;names. sherry, matthias and steward and of cuz the other guy is me. we did a lil self introduction&lt;br /&gt;and lessons got underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;objective of the day was to assess our pitching and then our vocals. we were told to sing out&lt;br /&gt;do re me fa so la ti to. so steward started first. he was good. den came my turn. peter lao shi &lt;br /&gt;requested me to sing it back words as in to ti la so fa mi re do. i stunned. i din know hw t do it backwards cuz i've nva done it in my life. gosh and i was stuck for so long dat lao shi gave up on me and asked me t just sing do re mi the normal way. i cld do it quite well and dat baffled him. he asked me why i cant do it backwards since i already do it the normal way. hahah. i have no idea man. then came vocal assessment. steward was first t start. and since his do re mi sounded nt bad, i thot he may be a good singer. he chose t sing forever love. when he started t sing, &lt;br /&gt;me n peter laoshi looked at each other in amazement. his voice was... horrendous!! he's got serious&lt;br /&gt;problem in projecting his voice, diction and the whole song was so.."nasal-ly". he got a &lt;br /&gt;poor for overall performance. next was me. i sang jay's feng. bahh i din alrite only. &lt;br /&gt;umm i got overall fair but i got no poor. i got 1 good and all fair. and yes dat was the best among &lt;br /&gt;the 4 of us. matthias sang tonghua he got 1 good, 2 poor and a couple of fair.  i din see sherry's assessment card thou. but i cld see frm far. she got a couple of poor too. she chose the wrong song says peter laoshi. as for me, peter laoshi said my control of my breathing is poor as i sing loud n soft at different parts of the song. on high notes, i sounded nasal as i din sing it frm my diaphragm and of course, i got no FEEL in performing my song. so yeah. gotta improve on these points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week 2's lesson was diaphragmatic exercises. it is thought by another teacher called lynn. basically the objective of the day is t teach us diaphragmatic exercises and to sing from our diaphragm instead of our nasal area which most people will do when they are goin into a high note. we will b taught hw t breathe into our belly, front ribs and back ribs. but for the day, we just had t learn the belly one cuz we hafta go home n practise dat. so for example sake, lynn laoshi demostrated. and t let us know how it is done n where the air is suppose t be stored, she took our hand n place it on her belly. this week i was first to go and hell i was shocked when she took my hand n place it on her belly. hahaha. but i was really nervous and bashful when she took my hand n place it at her front rib (which is just below her boob). my mind was just lyk "omg omg shit shit". hahah. but when she actually breathe and stored air at her ribs. i was so amazed. i got a shock as i felt her rib area expand. okay then dat took my mind back to the lesson. so cool. hw i wish i cld do dat too. oh well i can do dat in time to come. hahaha. so for the next 3 lessons, we will be learning different stages of this diaphragmatic thingy. and the song we gotta sing for the nxt 3 weeks is &lt;br /&gt;Zhang Dong Liang's Dang Ni Gu Dan Ni Hui Xiang Qi Shui. i sang the song twice during lesson. &lt;br /&gt;first time round, my high notes sounded nasal-ly again. and no feel. so after lynn laoshi told me my mistakes, i made changes t my singing and gave it another &lt;br /&gt;shot. and this time lynn laoshi said it was alrite. at least i din sound nasally lyk b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im practising that zhang dong liang song and another of his, bei ji xing de yan lei. so i can sing that in the next vocal assessment. im just lovin my vocal lessons. how i wish it was more often. &lt;br /&gt;lyk maybe twice a week. not t mention, the counter gurl is soo cute. hahaha. dats besides the point. im really loving this. i dunno why i started so late. im really gonna put in my best t learn and master whatever im taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for nxt saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing out chasing my dream*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-5365543360186961991?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/5365543360186961991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=5365543360186961991' title='0 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的懂　你不是喜新厌旧　是我没有　陪在你身边　当你寂寞时候&lt;br /&gt;別再看著我　说著你爱过　別太伤痛　我不难过　这不算什么&lt;br /&gt;只是为什么眼泪会流　我也不懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就让我走　让我开始享受自由　回憶很多　你的影子也会充滿我生活&lt;br /&gt;我並不懦弱　你比谁都懂　虽然寂寞　这会是我　最后的寬容&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抱紧我　再抱紧我　这一份感动　请你让我留在胸口&lt;br /&gt;別在说是你的错　爱到了尽头　是非对错　就让它随风&lt;br /&gt;忘了所有　过得比你快活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的懂　你不是喜新厌旧　是我没有　陪在你身边　当你寂寞时候&lt;br /&gt;別再看著我　说著你爱过　別太伤痛　我不难过　这不算什么&lt;br /&gt;只是为什么眼泪会流　我也不懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要再说　或許这是最好結果　现在分手　总好过你不爱我一拖再拖&lt;br /&gt;松开你的手　离开你左右　我向前走　这会是我　真正的解脱&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/20223418-8127455801179667631?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/8127455801179667631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=8127455801179667631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/8127455801179667631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/8127455801179667631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='我不难过...'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-6358530262923452709</id><published>2007-07-03T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:51:19.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the first step to my dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RonsCgSlb-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/UxejtfEbm6k/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RonsCgSlb-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/UxejtfEbm6k/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082853182236094434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Music Clinic&lt;br /&gt;27 Teo Hong Road, Singapore 088334&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! thats where im going to attend vocal singing classes. Thats the place that produced project superstar and campus superstar finalists. Daren chen (Project superstar 2 Winner), Chen Diya (Project superstar 2 runner up) and Ng Imm Khim (Campus superstar finalist) are the few to name that are/were from The Music Clinic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna do this and perhaps join competition b4 i enter the dreaded adulthood. sometimes adulthood scares me too. its just too near. i've got so little time left. i must chase my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and this is the first step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-6358530262923452709?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/6358530262923452709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=6358530262923452709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-1776264306117537379</id><published>2007-06-25T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:12:08.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wreckage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rn8QOn5pHfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y9iA1B-0p5U/s1600-h/IMG_6334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rn8QOn5pHfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y9iA1B-0p5U/s400/IMG_6334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079796748112174578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouchies and simply brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-1776264306117537379?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rn8QOn5pHfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y9iA1B-0p5U/s72-c/IMG_6334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-2324055460934666967</id><published>2007-06-20T07:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:28:04.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got into a fuckin' accident</title><content type='html'>yes. as above! i got into a fuckin' accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happened in Central carpark. jeanette was in my car. when we saw that the guy was an old man who came out frm his car, we both thot i'm in deep shit. gonna be some naggy old man. thank goodness he wasnt what i thot he wld be. he was very understanding. he even said sorry to me. im even more sorry. hahah. anyways gonna settle this at my mechanic later. hope it isnt too costly. will post pics of the wreckage soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went central for ramen. woohoo! i so miss my ramen. finally my cravings have been satisfied. kakuni tamago ramen! after dat we went wine company @ dempsey for wine.. obviously. well all that made my day a little better. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam tomorrow. im so screwed. this accident is somehow distracting me. cant believe i made sucha mistake to cause the accident. disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-2324055460934666967?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/2324055460934666967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=2324055460934666967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RniTs35pHdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rqWIeY8Jkx4/s1600-h/dicai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RniTs35pHdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rqWIeY8Jkx4/s400/dicai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077970978989481426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if you're thinking dat tis is just another concert dvd, then u're wrong. this is a dvd dat teaches us nothing is impossible. and if u're determined in working towards what u want, you will achieve it. she said dat everyone expects her to be perfect and forgets dat she is also human. and i admit im one of those person. after watching the dvd, den i realise how hard she works for everything. her accomplishments and awards she won last year were incomparable. her dancing is undoubtedly the best in the asian music industry. she ensures dat the audience gets to see a different set of dance in every concert. a true dancing and singing diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RnifTX5pHeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZB5Q9uVlMPw/s400/dicai2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077983735042350562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if you think you can, you can*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-9012426861855225639?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/9012426861855225639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=9012426861855225639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-8205099595121757904</id><published>2007-05-31T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:27:52.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zouk on the Eve of Vesak Day</title><content type='html'>finally the day i've been waiting for! mambo night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached zouk at bout 9.40. traffic jam and all. thought whats happening. okay so its all the taxi alighting passengers. while walking towards zouk, i noticed a big crowd. the kinda crowd of 11.30pm. den i walk further in. i saw people waiting by the side of the wall of the carpark goin downwards. den i overheard someone saying she's in the queue blabla. den i realise dat dat long line downwards into the carpark is the queue to velvet. OMG! so long. longest i've ever seen. okayy. so i went t queue at phuture. i was trying to find the end of the queue. walk and walk n walk. HOLY COWS. the queue went to the bridge at the end of the carpark. this is nuts man. we're never gonna get in. or those people queueing are never gonna get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i queued. chuiling came t find me while we waited for gab n claude n her fren. and after they all arrived. sophie brought us in. CUT QUEUE! woot. so i dunno why were we queueing in the first place. in any case. the people on the dance floor were lyk sardines packed in a can. we just stayed by sophie's table to drink and dance. MAMBO man. i learnt movessss! now im groovy mambo. but i cant remember what song i danced to already. i only rmb the moves. hahaha. gab din enjoyed cuz they din play his favourite "summer rain". well i kinda did enjoy. but my stomach was workin on me. too much alcohol. was killin me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left at bout 3. and now im in camp. DUTY. crap. tmr will be a hectic day. long story. but thats the consequence of being on leave for 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite thats all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-8205099595121757904?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/8205099595121757904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=8205099595121757904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/8205099595121757904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/8205099595121757904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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i love or shld i say, a fren in need of help. but of course dat doesnt make me any more feminine. im just.. different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how true it is. its a sin to be kind. i dun expect anything in return. i just want to be appreciated. but time and time again, i stand in disappointment. i do not know how to put my frustrations and disappointment into words anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've failed as a fren. think deep and see if i've said it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-4495786160088908426?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/4495786160088908426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=4495786160088908426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-1353951182416987906?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/1353951182416987906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=1353951182416987906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/1353951182416987906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/1353951182416987906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/05/u-deserve-better-get-your-life-back-i.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-7361395364343777495</id><published>2007-05-10T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:29:59.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need more money</title><content type='html'>i need more money. thinkin of upgrading my com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;XFX GeForce 8800GTS 320mb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lian-Li 0A7 Casing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Veridium 500W PSU / Silverstone Elements 500W&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;that wld roughly cost me bout 700 bucks? damn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways watched spidey 3 last sat. and damn it sucked. worst spidey among all. ending was crappy. venom wasnt up t my expectations. and when did the goblin team up with spidey. spidey NEVER teams up wif baddies! thou i must give the CG for sandman 2 thumbs up. the scene where sandman attempts t stand is really good. i'll give spidey 3 - 2.5 / 5 - OVERRATED! spidey 3 replaced pirates of the carribean: dead's man chest for best 1st week ticket sales. i hope pirates 3 breaks spidey 3's record cuz spidey 3 is REALLY OVERRATED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wondering why i havent been blogging? cuz there's nth much t blog bout. havent been going out much. except goin t watch spidey, having dinner wif ben innyi n ree and goin out wif gnet. been WoW-ing recently but not hardcore. assignment 2 deadline closing in. wat a pain in d ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kas is comin back tis sat!!! i heard we all got presents. yay!! i lyk presents. i wan a BIG MICKEY MOUSE. a big DONALD DUCK. no no dats too kiddy. hahaah. i hope she brings back krispy kreme.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw do remember to catch Deal or No Deal. gwendolyn is one of the models man. woohoo. NUMBER 16 ftw!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-7361395364343777495?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/7361395364343777495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=7361395364343777495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/7361395364343777495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/7361395364343777495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/05/need-more-money.html' title='need more money'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-3617808899842449342</id><published>2007-04-21T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:26:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMU Sports Bash @ Gotham Penthouse on 17th Apr</title><content type='html'>before i tell bout the party, i must talk bout tis damn solid ramen restaurant at central (the new mall bside clarke quay). went for dinner at this ramen place with gab, cl and quee. i went in with no expectations, thinking it'll be another ramen place in singapore. we got our seats and i looked around. there were quite a num of japanese families dining in. then i thought, the ramen must be quite authentic or yummylicious. our ramen came. we started eating. the taste and fragrance of the soup is mindblowing. thou the soup n charsiew MAY be a little too saltish for some, but its really good to me and the 4 of us. only after i finish my noodles, quee told me they haf those fried garlic which goes wif the noodles real well. ...................................................... DAMN! now im determined to go back there in a week or two. i'll order the spring onion n egg ramen. den i'll get the bottle of fried garlic and pour it into my ramen. WOOOOO HAHHA. *ahem* excuse me. i get turned on by fried garlic. ................................. fried garlic? okay i take dat back. im gonna sound lyk a weirdo if i dun take it back. HAHA. i give the restaurant 3.5/5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the main agenda, the sports bash started at 10.15. the students and profs starred in a skit bout the protectors of GOTHAM CITY. its lame but its kinda cool considering the profs actually mix ard wif the students and acted wif em in this skit. after the skit, we got ourselves a table at a secluded corner. we ordered a bottle of vodka and cranberry as our mixer. and apparently our order was screwed up. we got a bottle of chivas instead. but i find the waiteress quite dumb. WHO ORDERS CHIVAS AND CRANBERRY as mixer. OBVIOUSLY we din order chivas. *rolls eyes* 1 word DUMB. (Please insert racist comment) so we ordered an additional tonic water. at first no one dared t try chivas n cranberry cuz its definitely a hella weird concoction. of course i was first t try. hahah. and i nva regret trying it. cuz we all agree that its one of the most potent drinks we've tried. reason being there aint no chivas taste. it tastes lyk cranberry juice. but trust me. the chivas is in there. hahaha. u'll get tipsy b4 u even noe it. gab's fren, lester (or was it dexter?) came not long later. we played 5-10. and i din noe i cld play it so well. hahaha. i made gab drink a hell lot. cuz he was sitting beside me. in fact. all of them drank alot except me. hahaha. i wun say im good. i'd say quee sucks at calling number. hahaha. after all dat drinking and laughing, we went t the dance floor. its been a long time since i've clubbed. really missed it alot. thou no more strong alcohol for me. i had enuff of those. hahah. after dancing a while, we came back for more drinks and got another btl of vodka and played more 5-10. actually they had more drinks since they lost more. hahha. went back t the dance floor. den went back t play 5-10. this time we had lotsa ppl. belinda, madeline, JS, melvin and that other gurl (forgot her name) joined in. we had 9 ppl playing. once again. i din hafta drink much. hahaha. we left the place at bout 3am. and once again. belinda was drunk. hahaha. i remember the last time we clubbed wif her. she was drunk too. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i've gotten so high. it must be lotsa laughing + alcohol. hahaha. usually just alcohol dun make me high. it just gives me the ouchies in my tummy. we really felt great. lyk even after we get high. we're still able to walk straight, talk sensible and most importantly feel goooood. hahaha. SMU sports bash is always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-3617808899842449342?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/3617808899842449342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=3617808899842449342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/3617808899842449342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/3617808899842449342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/04/smu-sports-bash-gotham-penthouse-on.html' title='SMU Sports Bash @ Gotham Penthouse on 17th Apr'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-2394869109272572815</id><published>2007-04-16T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:10:22.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Enter Topic.</title><content type='html'>no time no time. no time t blog. goodness where shld i start. hmmm.. lets see.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kas left for US already. will be back on12th may. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loss of camp pass penalty. 3 extra.____________________________ FUCK!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played mahjong ytd. lost 5 bucks. bleh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i bumped into Michi last week. Woh she indeed looks mature. mother of 2 i heard? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;went out wif edmund, jon, zhiguang, jeremy and trevor for dinner last friday. we went crystal jade la mian &amp;amp; xiao long bao place. its been a long time since we all met up. my 1st batch of Auxilary Staff. still the best. after dinner we went t heeren t walk b4 jeremy left for his unit cohesion. the remaining of us went for KTV. they said i shld go join some singing competition. hahah. they're nt the first. but i always think im nt good enuff. maybe cuz i always tink of being the best if i enter a singing competition. i guess its time t go join some funky competition. even if i cant win. i'll get experience. we left the place at 12.30. i went alvin's fren's pub along boat quay after dat. sat ard wif em till 2 b4 i head home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kas is in the states already. gosh. gonna be quite activityless for a while. but dats all cool. cuz WoW interest is back. so im cool wif bummin' ard at hm. anyways. i'll blog bout my trip t gotham penthouse and zouk in a days' or two. no more alcohol for a week man. oh and this too, if u guys wanna drink a potent yet fruity drink. drink CRANBERRY CHIVAS. trust me. if u lyk cranberry juice. u'll lyk this drink. it tastes exactly lyk cranberry. cant taste t chivas. nw THATS the potent part. u'll b tipsy b4 u even noe it. hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;check out Ne-Yo's new album. Because of You. niCe! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*signing off*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-2394869109272572815?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/2394869109272572815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=2394869109272572815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2394869109272572815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2394869109272572815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-time-no-time.html' title='.Enter Topic.'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-2642854866669152695</id><published>2007-04-05T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:36:29.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, my friends and Us</title><content type='html'>29th march - mahjong! lost some money. but it was all cool. it was sorta.. EXPECTED.&lt;br /&gt;30th march - MAHJONG @ ben's house with ben, tin,trac! i won i won. but i forgot how much i won. bout $8 plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st march - watched The Number 23 at The Cathay with kas, ken, ben, innyi and trac. wasnt that bad. the kinda show i expected. but i just felt the show lacked something. i dunno what but i tink it needed a twist better than that. a twist which has more impact and more unpredictable. somehow i felt the story could be a better. i'll give it 2.5/5. after movie, we went oosh bar at dempsey road. finally i get t go there. nxt we shall crash ps cafe. gab said hacienda serves nice lemon drops n waterfall. sounds yummy lol. but its been a long time since i took strong alcohol. doubt my body can take it nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st april - its APRIL FOOLS' DAY. and Mahjong tiles played a big trick on trac. she only won once. but oh well. i tink i saw it coming. she got pissed wif her tiles and dat was it. down down down. never lose faith in your tiles. if u do, then good tiles will never come to u. anyways i won $17. and tin won $6 plus. my biggest winnings ever in mahjong. and we were playing only 10 cents 20 cents. all thanks to my bamboo buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd april - extremely tired day. i was driving almost the whole day. i visited 4 camps excluding my own. nee soon, maju, clementi and stagmont. pretty much explained why i slpt at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd april - went out wif my bung bung, gab and joe. its been so long since we've met. we went bugis for dinner. had LAI LAI beef noodles. was craving for it since last weekend. after satisfying my cravings, we went t pool junction t play pool. i sucked bad. too much fusbol (table soccer) in camp. we went t geylang for dessert after pool. we had YONG HE DOU JIANG! actually we ate the dou hua. chit chat till bout 12.15am b4 returning home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th april - FINALLY. my Head Prestige returns to my hand. tennis at long last. the last time i played was roughly 5 months back? well i wasnt playing too badly. played wif gab, joe n ree. we played till 8.30pm den we (except joe) went chomp chomp for dinner. let me raise an issue here. whats wif the posters of the woman wif oral cancer. its just ridiculous that they paste it on the walls of a FOOD CENTRE. i know they are trying to scare the smokers. but i tink they should spare a thought for the non smokers. and it really kills one's appetite with that picture. i tink this action taken by the government is too extreme. honestly, if they really want people to quit smoking, they should just ban imports of cigarettes. but being how our government is, thats impossible. its just too much revenue lost if they do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink mahjong tonite again. gosh. mahjong craze. sighs. WHERE IS MY CAMP PASS?! PLEASE COME BACK TO PAPA! ME ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-2642854866669152695?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/2642854866669152695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=2642854866669152695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2642854866669152695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2642854866669152695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-my-friends-and-us.html' title='Me, my friends and Us'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-3180980648360569733</id><published>2007-03-23T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:48:36.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest crush - Vanessa Anne Hudgens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"You all needa get ready to hear. The Unbelievable, Indescribable, Vanessa Hudgens. Baby V!..."&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RgOeFiwvJoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WevPlVDvkHA/s1600-h/vh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RgOeFiwvJoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WevPlVDvkHA/s400/vh2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045049825652844162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RgOeAiwvJnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2OWicCQ9Xik/s1600-h/vh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RgOeAiwvJnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2OWicCQ9Xik/s400/vh1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045049739753498226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here's a lil breakdown on my latest craze.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Vanessa Anne Hudgens was born on December 14, 1988 in Salinas, California. She's considered a eurasian. She's got a filipino, chinese and latino background from her mum and a mix of irish, american indian from her dad.&lt;br/&gt;Her career began in musical theater when she was 8. She played roles in various plays such as  The Wizard of Oz, Cinderella as well as much more. In 2003, Vanessa made her feature film debut with a part as Noel in Thirteen. Later on, she had her first big role, co-starring in the 2004 summer adventure film, Thunderbirds. Her most recent project has been the 2006 Disney Channel Original Movie, High School Musical in which she showcases her abilities as a triple threat; acting, singing, and dancing. This role shot her to stardom as she become known all over America. With the success of High School Musical, Vanessa was offered several record deals. She signed with Hollywood Records and was anxious to start on her first CD! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RgOiFiwvJpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PbCi1_r9C5M/s1600-h/11730593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RgOiFiwvJpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PbCi1_r9C5M/s320/11730593.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045054223699355282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Her CD included a variety of pop, rock, electronic, &amp; R&amp;amp;B. Vanessa' debut CD entitled "V" was released on September 26, 2006. Her first single off the album, "Come Back to Me" shot to the top and was adored by fans everywhere.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Vanessa reminds me of Jojo. Talented in singing, dancing and acting. So young yet so talented.&lt;br/&gt; I first saw her in her "Come back to me" mtv on my flight to bangkok. She looked gorgeous in the music video. Only recently dat i've found time to look up about her. Found out that she's only turning 19 this year. Seems lyk i've got eyes for pretty young gurls. hahaha! Her songs are really pretty nice. cant get the song "come back to me" outta my head nw. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"... baby come back!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*signing off*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-3180980648360569733?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/3180980648360569733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=3180980648360569733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/3180980648360569733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/3180980648360569733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-latest-crush-vanessa-anne-hudgens.html' title='My latest crush - Vanessa Anne Hudgens'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RgOeFiwvJoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WevPlVDvkHA/s72-c/vh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-2226986391468497100</id><published>2007-03-21T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:11:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A person named Cheryl</title><content type='html'>when u hear the name cheryl. u think of pretty jc gurls. i noe of a few cheryls dat r real hot. i always lyked the name cheryl. especially the cheryl dat starts with the alphabet C. Sheryls r usually not pretty. hahahah or at least i havent seen a gorgeous one as of yet. anyways. what u r about to read is pretty.... out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, on tues, i was introduced to our new perm staff. he was gonna be the new COPA as the current COPA is gonna ORD soon. so i knew he must be PES E cuz he is not in uniform. so i asked whether he was pes E. he said yes. i asked him the reason. he said it was a secret. so i replied lyk how i'd normally reply. i said "F*** you. wat secret. share larh!" den he laughed and told me "actually, u noe those ppl sit at changi village one" immediately i said, "DUN TALK COCK F*** YOU LA HAHA". i did duty on dat day. so nxt morning when my colleague came into the duty room to draw key, he was lyk "Eh eric, u saw the new perm staff?" i was lyk yeahhh dat new COPA la. den he went "GOT BREASTS U KNOW!" ok now i got confused. "ermmm. okay. got new female perm staff meh?" then he went "NONO. THAT NEW COPA!" one word appeared in font size 72 and bold in my mind "SHIT!" den i went to ask the CURRENT COPA,Sufi. "eh whats wrong wif the new COPA"? sufi replied "he 320 wat!" for those dat dunno. 320 means GAY! HOLY F*** . i was shell shocked. not long later. she/he/it walked in. omg n she/he/it really had mini breasts. OMG OMG OMG. DIGUSTING. and i actually said F*** you to him. what if... he really thinks i wanna screw him. OMG Nooooo. but honestly. he'll still look lyk crap even thou he bcome a she. n he needs t shave t look more lyk a she man. omg. zzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the name Cheryl is sucha turn off. SIGHS. one of my favourite names. tarnished by a trans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt here: NEVER. i said NEVER judge a book by its cover.... INDEEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-2226986391468497100?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/2226986391468497100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=2226986391468497100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2226986391468497100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2226986391468497100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/03/person-named-cheryl.html' title='A person named Cheryl'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-4425633938699573468</id><published>2007-03-19T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:24:01.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a mahjongy weekend</title><content type='html'>yes yes. we're addicts. (or maybe not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over t kas' place t play mj on fri. played 2 rounds. first was wif trac w/ kas help, kas cousin and tin. AND i lost 4+ even thou i won quite alot. second rd was wif tin, kas n trac. AND it was simply tortured. i was prepared t pay out all the money i had in my wallet. BUTTT trac is a kind, generous and charitable gurl. thanks to her "divine intervention", i managed t not lose that much. in the end i lost 5.20 in the second rd n lost a total of bout 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat was a sleepy day. slpt at 4am woke up at 11pm. napped at 2pm woke up at 5pm. lol. if i din hafta go out, i tink i'd slp even more. anyways. left home at bout 6. gave trac a lift dwn t carlton hotel for her wedding dinner. surprisingly, trac looked quite pretty in the dress. pretty young woman. BUT it didnt change her into another person. she was still doin her usual antics. slapping me on my arm, making weird noises. oh well. she is trac after all. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;anyways. after dat went dwn t heeren t meet my bmt mates. jianliang,daniel,jiajun, alvin, dayuan. had dinner at the vila'ge at heeren. was nice. i had rosti wif chicken sausage. its a LONG LONG time since i had rosti. i miss my dad's rosti. hmmm those were the sinful days. rosti was not bad. but my dad's rosti nicer. hahah. anyways. after dat we went t alvin's fren's pub bhind boat quay. mmm we had chivas, played a lil pool, watched soccer and sang ktv there. the pretty waitress said dat i sang very well. WEEEE! jiajun jianliang n daniel left after the man utd match. alvin's frens came n joined us too. well well, we stayed till bout 4.30am and dayuan drank a lil too much. lol he puked in the basin in the toilet. sent him home. after dat came home n slp. another day dat i slpt so late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i woke up, the sunday sun was already shining up my butt. had breakfast, WoW a little, played fm, played winning eleven, den went over t ben's hse at 3.30pm t play mahjong. played for bout 5 hrs. i won money! $6.10 biggest winner. i always win money at ben's house. home ground (thomson) advantage. hahah. went dinner at HEE IT restaurant after mahjong. den back to ben's house for more mahjong. but moneyless mahjong. just play for the fun of it. hahah. played till 12. den went hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun weekend. thou i see myself playing mahjong alot. a little too much. we shld do something else nxt week instead of mahjong. hahaha. isit finally time for MONOPOLY? its been a long time since we've been in touch wif krusty krabs, pineapple huts, spongebob and frens. and and shall we go ktv someday? hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing off - mahjong addiction*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-4425633938699573468?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/4425633938699573468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=4425633938699573468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/4425633938699573468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/4425633938699573468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-mahjongy-weekend.html' title='its a mahjongy weekend'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-1463144247606703431</id><published>2007-03-14T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:18:17.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic but fun few days</title><content type='html'>gosh it has been a long while since i've blogged. i've been wanting to blog but i've got no time. i've been outta camp busy interviewing big shots. and i just came hm frm aloha loyang. had unit workplan seminar cum cohesion there. was fun. had lotsa food. but tiring cuz there was lotsa talking. talk talk talk presntation presentation. lol. anyways a brief run thru of the past 7 days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs 8th mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no dinner. so i asked justin, trac, kas n ken out for dinner. went t billy bombers. been a long time since i've been there. i forgot wat i ate. all i noe its some nice burger n my yummy CHEESE FRIES wif BACON BITES. mmm yummylicious. bumped into melvin at billy bombers. stupid melvin. must've overheard my conversation of where t go for dinner. purposely come t the same place t eat. okay. tink too much. hahaha. after that we walked t taka, and decided t buy UNO. went t my house t play after dat. i lost once only. not bad eh? hahah. ended earlier cuz trac n i got work the nxt day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri 9th mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took half day leave on fri. went home at bout 12. napped for a while b4 leaving for the IT show at suntec wif larry n ben at 4. met up wif justin there. there were alot of ppl. just dun understand y everyone's soo IT crazy. whenever there's sucha fair. its freakin crowded. saw a few hot booth babes. logitech. woooo. and the unknown brand. rawkz. was suppose t pick trac up at 6.30. but it was alr 6.20 and i hvent fnish viewing the booths. so i told her dat maybe she shld go home by herself first. we'll prolly reach hm by the same time. but she got pissed wif me. OH WELL. so i went t pick her up. din realise there was a jam ard suntec. drove back t pick ree n ben up. holy crap. took me 30mins plus t get frm tanjong pagar t suntec. crazy shit ass jam. wats worse was to come. when i was driving in the pickup point. i called ben n ask him where he was. so i was literally ROLLING my car foward. i saw ben. i stopped by the side. let them load their stuff. n den this CISCO security guard knocked on my window. "excuse me, u're not suppose t use ur hp while driving. i hafta note down ur number". WTF. i was PISSED. i was lyk whatever man. not as if i cld STOP along the BUSY DROP OF POINT to call ben. zzzz. the security guard got simply NO BRAIN. seriously. i was ROLLING MY CAR. its not even 10km/h. cant he be more understanding. gawd. dumb f***. anyways. we decided t go amk for dinner. GOD DAMN jam. took me bout an hr t reach amk. and trac was getting REAL NOISY. making weird noises. even ree cant stand her. anyways. after dinner. we went hm first. den trac and i made our way dwn t kas place. it was MAHJONG TIME. we played frm 11pm - 7am. HARDCORE. i won the most among the 4 of us. BUTTTT i won small. trac always win big. 3.20, 1.60. woah stress. even i lost 7 bucks. trac's beginner luck was just too overwhelming. she won 20bucks frm us. zzz. nvm. dat luck will run out. even thou i lost. i was happy. cuz i was playing good. finally. i understand hw to play. woohooo!! looking forward t nxt mahjong session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat 10th mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din do much on sat. freakin reached hm at bout 7.30. gosh. head was crackin. went t POSB wif my parents in the late afternoon. got my GO! Enhanced ATM card. woohoo. 3more % discount for SPC Petrol. woot! more savings! after dat we went great world city for dinner at crystal jade la mian. was damn good man. so much nicer den other crystal jade la mian restaurants. went hm after dinner. napped a while. left for vivocity at 11. watched 300 at GV MAX Vivocity wif justin ben n ree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RfgIl1C7gMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hgoqa4UTVjM/s1600-h/300_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041789228828819650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RfgIl1C7gMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hgoqa4UTVjM/s320/300_posterbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO super nice movie. artistic ending to the show. i like. and and its sooo not M 18. its rated R in the states. i dun understand y its M18 in sg. damn sg. want more revenue. there r lyk sex scenes and nudity in the movie. we're all shocked when we saw those lol. im lazy t talk bout the movie. but overall its great. i give... 4 stars for the cinematography and the directing. after the movie, we went over t a restaurant called station kitchen at st. james for supper. we had a very bubbly waitress serving us. so bubbly dat she was the last person dat we'd think wld wear a gstring. if u'd lyk t noe how we noe she's wearing one. ask me. hahaha. fyi, i din purposely see wat undergarment she was wearing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun 11th mar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally a day t rest. i really din do much. just WoW my sunday away. only thing i did other den WoW was goin t amk wif trac for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mon 12th mar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;took mc. din wanna go camp. and i was having a flu. nose was blocked. WoW till bout 4. accompanied trac for lunch at BK at thomson plaza. after dat went hm t nap. duno y so tired. den woke up at 6.30. went t ken's place for dinner wif kas trac n justin. ordered kfc for dinner. after dinner we returned back to ken's room where a mishap happened between justin n trac and PIKACHU. oh well. a pretty expensive mishap for trac. i shall nt mention it. we played dai dee. and again due t some unforseen circumstances, we were "forced" t change locations. came back t my place. suppose t play uno. but den. the longest yard was on tv. so they were all glued onto the tv. except me n trac. so we were having our little 1 v 1 daidee showdown. lol. the show ended. and we started uno. we played a few rounds. den i sent kas n ken home. and on the way t kas hm, kas n ken gave me tis lil pep talk. interesting interesting. i'll remember wat both of u said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tues 13th mar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hectic day at work. shall nt elaborate further on work. bahhh. went t meet gnet at meritus mandarin at nite. she got me COMPLIMENTARY ticket. so i cld park there for free. weeee! anyways. we went t the hk cafe at cine for dinner. food there is NOT BAD. but erm. the chicken wing we ordered was undercooked. i ate mine. gnet ate hers halfway. the manager took it off the bill n gave us a free mango pudding. lol. after dinner. we went for our movie. we watched letter from iwo jima. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RfgSA1C7gNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aLQSQkadNfQ/s1600-h/lettersfromiwojima_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041799588289937618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RfgSA1C7gNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aLQSQkadNfQ/s320/lettersfromiwojima_posterbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;mmm a history film. not a bad show. the movie potrays the mentality of japanese soldiers of dat era. worth the money. thou its a war movie. its got scenes where its quite farnie. there are parts where the soldier's hand got bombed off. its quite gory too. i rate the movie 3/5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;had a happening week. and this week. I MUST go for lessons alr. i never go for my friday lessons for 2 weeks straight. crap. apparently i've got mahjong session on sunday afternoon. i MAY haf soccer too. gosh. i'll work something out. my bmt frens asked me out on sat for dinner. BUT i highly doubt it'll work out. i havent reply. if only there alot of ppl goin. den i'll go. bahhhz. i've got a busy thurs n fri to come. sighs. WORK WORK WORK!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*signs off*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-1463144247606703431?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/1463144247606703431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=1463144247606703431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/1463144247606703431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/1463144247606703431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/03/hectic-but-fun-few-days.html' title='hectic but fun few days'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RfgIl1C7gMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hgoqa4UTVjM/s72-c/300_posterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-4590334928344068988</id><published>2007-03-05T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T14:18:58.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamgirls will never leave you.../Mahjong!</title><content type='html'>yay!! finally watched dreamgirls. watched it wif ben,innyi,kas,trac,justin,larry. it is so darn good. the songs selected for the movie is so appropriate for every scene. it was just perfect. im so impressed by the people who put together all these songs. simply splendid. the voices of beyonce, anika noni rose, sharon leal and jennifer hudson were simply pleasure to the ears. after watching the show, jennifer hudson truly deserves all the praise and the Oscar she won for Best Supporting Female Actress. her voice is also nothing short of exceptional. strong, clear and powerful voice. i tink she drowned beyonce in the duet performance of "Listen" at the Oscars. if u havent watch this movie, PLEASE PLEASE do yourself a favour and watch it. it isnt one of those boring musicals. even trac appreciates it. this shows the movie is truly of some standard. a touching and close to the heart movie. a MUST-WATCH. since i rated the departed 4/5, i'll rate dreamgirls, 3.5/5. dun get me wrong. the departed is a veryveryveryveryveryvery good movie. so if a veryveryveryveryveryvery good movie is rated 4. den a 3.5 isnt far. hahaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie, we went taka's crystal jade la mian restaurant. juicy xiao long baos. woohoo. we lao yu sheng too. last day! we finally got to lao yu sheng together. hahah. HUAT AR! while we're eating, kas n trac were cam-whoring. and as usual when ppl take out camera. justin takes out his n93. powerful hp cam. he started snappin too. after dinner, we had no idea wat t do. den someone suggested. UNO. dats sucha poly game. i rmb the days where me,clar,meow,mich and vin played at the starbucks below devils. its been sucha long time since i've played UNO. oh well. so we went t the kids department in taka t buy uno cards. after dat came over t my place t play. i won quite a number of rounds. i only remember shuffling the cards once. hahah. we ended at bout 1+ cuz kas was so dead tired. she knocked out while i was driving her home. slpy kas! when kas is tired, she's really lyk a zombie. hmm nono. she's lyk the duracell rabbit running outta batteries. hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was mahjong day! last day of cny too! started playin at bout 3+. played 1 round (1 round = 4 winds). played wif ben justin kas with trac n larry as audience. it was my lucky day. got really good tiles. its true u noe. be happy and the tiles will come. even when my tiles were horrible for a few rounds. i smiled at it n waited. true enuff. tiles i want just start comin in. in the end i won 8 bucks. kas won 25. we went across the road for dinner. ate zi char at "HEE IT RESTAURANT". actually its a coffee shop. after our dinner, we went icekimo for dessert. i had tehtarik and nutella ice cream on chocolate wafer cone. woot! freakin sinful meal man. hahaha after dat we went back ben's house for another round. but this time was larry kas me and trac. i stopped after 2 rounds. was kinda tired. cant concentrate. so i got justin t play for me. i was looking at trac's tiles and justin's (cuz its my own). trac's tiles were soo good. but she dunno hw to play. and she was so not alert. gosh. if justin werent playing for me, trac wld've won alot more. but cuz i see both tiles and justin is playing wif my money. so i cant help trac. overall i won bout 2 bucks for playing 3 winds. and for justin's efforts, i gave him half of my winnings. i tink it was good karma that i got good tiles. cuz the previous day i treated kas n trac t dinner. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go IT show on friday afternoon, den watching 300 at night. den after 300. play mahjong! woohoo! finally 300 is heree!! i tink im gonna buy a printer at the IT show. but i cant make up my mind. to buy a printer or t buy a acrylic frame for my autographed s.h.e poster. both cost almost the same. sighs. my s.h.e poster has been put aside for a long long time. time for it t see light. but the frame so ex. sighss. cant make up my mind. i have 3 days to make up my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-4590334928344068988?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/4590334928344068988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=4590334928344068988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/4590334928344068988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/4590334928344068988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreamgirls-will-never-leave-youmahjong.html' title='Dreamgirls will never leave you.../Mahjong!'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-3803695189737053666</id><published>2007-02-26T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:26:15.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMBLING IS BAD 2</title><content type='html'>im back. back again. with gambling is bad part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. as i said session 3 was on sat. i lost AGAIN. arghhHHH! i give up. im nt gonna gamble again. i tink leos cannot gamble this year. scorpios out there. please go gamble, whatever. cuz its your year. apparently u'll b rich this year according t the horoscope thingy. its quite accurate as of yet. i choose t believe it. hahaha. actually when justin was the banker, i was winning quite some of my money dat i've lost back. den stupid trac losing money, so she wanna be banker. den dammit i keep losing t her again. SHE JINX ME! ArGhhHh. she's just too strong. i cant "KE" her back. but of course, the "CAI SHEN YE" of the night is none other den PHEE. he lost so much money t justin. justin was super duper lucky. "ban lak" is a norm to him. anyways. this yr im nt cut out t gamble. its all cool. and no. blackjack havent replace monopoly. if blackjack replaced monopoly, den we'll be on our way t visit li nan xing. (why li nan xing? cuz he's the spokesperson for the gambling rehab centre or sth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feb is comin t an end alr. time pasts so fast. soon it will be april and kas will b in US and trac will b in thaniel-land and karho will probably be admitted into the gaming rehab centre. oh man. boring month it will b in april. when boredom sets in, i'll turn t WoW. den i'll be NO LIFE. oh no! ok this sounds lyk lonesome people turning to drugs. hahaha. anyways. april's still a month away. lets not think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking bout thinking, there's this person dat appears in my mind every now and then. i dunno why is tis so but its happening. i dun lyk haf any special feelings for her yet. but i just feel i wanna know her more. interesting t see how this turns out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school starts this week. not good. sighs. apparently karho is not spotted on WoW ytd. so KAS, GOOD SIGN?! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-3803695189737053666?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/3803695189737053666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=3803695189737053666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/3803695189737053666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/3803695189737053666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/02/gambling-is-bad-2.html' title='GAMBLING IS BAD 2'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-3069165509032958133</id><published>2007-02-24T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T12:40:29.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday! bowling?</title><content type='html'>yaY! i went to "lao" yu sheng wif my parents ytd evening. wooo! hope i'll be lucky lucky lucky! tonite is round 3 of BLACKJACK! hope all GOOD CARDS come my way.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;went out wif gnet ytd nite. initially she ask me t decide where t go. i din haf any idea where t go since orchard road is closed bcuz of the chingay procession. therefore movie in town is out of the question. den she suggested t go play bowling. how random is that. hahaha. so off we went t play bowling&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;we went yishun safra t play. got our shoes and lane. we went there. we looked at the scores of our neighbours. PROOO! anyways we started playing and it took me a while t remember how to throw&lt;br/&gt; the ball straight dwn the centre. but still i got trashed by her in the first 2 games. i dn remember the scores but i noe the difference is lyk bout 20 or 30 pts. SAD! at least i won the last game. consolation! hahah.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;we left after dat and went t serangoon gardens for supper. ytd was the first time i walked along the street bhind the rk house n all. there r a couple other shops n pubs there. theres even a &lt;br/&gt; liquid kitchen which seems t b doing quite well. its located at a place where it cant b seen if u're driving on the "main" road along chomp chomp. anyways we went t this ice cream place. ate waffles. mmm niceee. they've got many exotic flavours. they've even got my favourite black sesamee ice cream. omg damn nice. hahaha. but in the end i took peach sorbert cuz gnet took black sesamee. peach sorbet was nice too. the shop's called ice3. 3 = cube. they open till 1am. they located along the stretch of shops where RK house is.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;bowling was fun. remind me of those days when me ree n ben were crazy over bowling. i remember playing till my fingers hurt for a week. hahaha. oh well. guess dat y i stopped bowling n concentrated on pool and tennis. hahaha. i played 3 games ytd n my fingers hurt. i wonder hw those pros play lyk 30893085 games in a day n they dun complain bout their fingers. oh well&lt;br/&gt; perhaps i've got the wrong technique. but of course, my ball dun spin. hahaha!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tonite's the nite! money come back to PAPA!!!&lt;br/&gt;heeee&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*signing off.gambling addict*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-3069165509032958133?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/3069165509032958133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=3069165509032958133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/3069165509032958133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/3069165509032958133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-bowling.html' title='Friday! bowling?'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-6988082722063254687</id><published>2007-02-22T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:10:54.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMBLING IS BAD</title><content type='html'>due to entensive picture n text content, i shall blog bout my thailand trip tnite or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR! i noe im late. just gt back frm thailand on tue. had a smashin time there. eat shop eat shop and more eating. anyways. had lotsa ppl over at my place on tues nite. lets see. kas,trac,ken,ben,innyi,ree,justin,gab,joe were all in my humble abode. gab n joe were busy playin winning eleven while the rest of us were gambling. BLACKJACK's the game. and how crappy this yr is. we gambled frm 9 to 2am. i lost bout 30+. sighs. GAMBLING IS BAD. trac won bout 80! omg! after that couple of us went for prata. where kas was so tired dat she's lyk so stoned. hahaha. we went hm after we finished our prata. zonked out not long after while watching the man utd match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up when the sun's shining bright on my butt at 12noon on wednesday. got into the mood of playing WoW. since everyone's asking me t lvl, i decided t play. just when i logged on. trac sms me saying she's on half day leave. HAH! NOT FATED TO PLAY WoW. hahaha. oh wells. went out wif trac. went t watch The Protege. pretty darn nice show. i rate it 4/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rd12ps5uoLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JRZpWGQ4T_8/s1600-h/protege1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034310417270087858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rd12ps5uoLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JRZpWGQ4T_8/s320/protege1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe louis koo took up sucha role. so not him. took me bout half of the show t realise dat it was him. hahah. but well its sth fresh. not a role u'll see in other movies of his. andy lau was good as usual. dat "smiling den suddenly changed t serious" face is classic. he does it damn well. so darn cool man! not forgetting daniel wu. hottest man alive. and of course, how cld i not mention the babe of the show, zhang jing chu. havent heard of her b4 this show. her acting is quite good n she is one hot drug addict. hahaha. her lil daughter in the movie is damn cute too. kas says zhang jing chu is too skinny. at first i tot she looked okay but now after looking at the poster again. i agree wif kas. she do look a lil too skinny. she looks boney. but nonetheless HOT. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we headed home after the movie. both of us, together wif ree innyi n ben, went t kas house for MORE GAMBLING in the evening. dun get me wrong. our intentions werent just t gamble. we too wanted t go her place to bai nian. and forgetful me forget t bring my oranges. anyways, once again i din do well on the gambling table AGAIN. we played frm 8 to 10.30pm. i lost 18 bucks. darn. being banker made me rich at one point in time but it killed me at the end too. sighs. WHERE IS MY LUCK? i've been winning 2 years in a row. is this the end of the streak? NOoOoO~ GAMBLING IS BAD! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went back to work todae. after a long break, im not used t the "long" hours in the office. hahaha but tmr is friday! gonna eat YU SHENG wif my parents. LUCKY LUCKY! saturday gonna eat again. hopefully the nxt time i gamble i'll win back my losses. HUAT AR! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-6988082722063254687?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/6988082722063254687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=6988082722063254687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/6988082722063254687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/6988082722063254687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/02/gambling-is-bad.html' title='GAMBLING IS BAD'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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://bp3.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rd12ps5uoLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JRZpWGQ4T_8/s72-c/protege1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-2829642210756225620</id><published>2007-02-14T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:27:47.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February the 14th Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;another lonely  valentine's day this year. dun think will b doin anything special. normally on this day of the year, i'll feel sad n lonely when i see couples ard me while i think of the gurl i lyk. but this year, i dun feel that way. perhaps its cuz i've got no one to think of. hahah. i too tink dat valentine's day isnt just 14th of feb. valentine's day is every moment spent wif ur loved one. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i'll take this time to look back on my past crushes. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i remember i was still new and shy when i just joined peirce sec. trying to make new frens. din really talk t the gurls. until this pretty lovable gurl initiated a conversation wif me during art class. Ivy was her name. she was my first fren in sec sch. i remember we got veri close. we chatted on the fone almost everyday. sometimes we cld be on the fone for 4 to 5 hrs. and for kids of dat age (13), 4 hrs on the fone is a really long time. cant remember wat we talked bout thou but i do remember she played a piano piece for me t listen. i still remember it was jacky cheung's ai shi yong heng. everything was cool until after holidays, i suddenly din wanna talk to her. i din noe why i did dat too. till this day i still regret dat i din pop the question. we cld've been together. but oh well. life goes on.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;my nxt crush was in sec 2. and i liked her till we graduated frm sec sch. it was quite an open secret dat i was in love wif her. her name's yenni. dat name wld b familiar t my childhood frens. i always mention bout her last time. i duno why i nva made any move. i was too shy to do anything. until my best fren during dat time won her heart. after dat i threw random tantrums at him whenever i see him. and bcuz of her, i got scolded by my best fren for the first time for my random tantrums. i've nva seen mybest fren pissed off until dat time. i crossed his line. i still remember the stupid things i do. i remember when my fren told me they broke up cuz she's leaving for michigan t study. i was celebrating in front of him. come to think of it now, im really an asshole (THAT TIME). hahaha! after we graduate frm Peirce, she left for michigan and that was it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;during my holidays after Os, i got t noe my nxt crush, Dawn, frm ben and innyi. i fell for her the moment i saw her. she was pretty and cute. she's got a voice dat melts my heart everytime i hear her talk. i dun remembering goin out wif her alone. just tagging along whenever ben n innyi n her goes out. dats how we got closer. we smsed and chatted wif each other for quite a while. she was the first gurl dat i actually confess my love for. not once but twice. but of course, i got rejected twice. i still gt the msn chat log on my com i think. hahaha. not long after she's got herself a bf which she is still attached to NOW. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;a year into my poly life and this nxt gurl i liked was a classmate of mine in sec sch. nva had special feelings for her dat time thou. i started falling for her when i saw her at a class gathering. we went out often wif other close classmates too. she is none other den lijuan or better known to my poly pals as kimberly. i bet she din noe she's known as kimberly to my poly pals. its lyk a codename. hahaha. she had lotsa admirer. frm her poly frens to ppl frm our clique. we bcame veri close frens. she told me lots of stuff lyk ppl falling for her and ppl confesing to her dat kinda stuff. i din noe y i din confess my love for her too. instead i went agnst myself t advise her who to pick. what was i thniking. and of course before i know it. i was too late. and i only confessed to her when she told me she's attached. she was atttached to a guy frm our clique. he liked her since sec 1. guess it must b lyk a dream come true for him. till today, they too are still a couple. thou i've heard lotsa ups and downs in their relationship, im sure i'll receive their wedding invitation in the near future. hahah!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;after her, i kinda lost faith in love. but came along this gurl named linette. introduced by ben and orange. yes ben the matchmaker again. im sure this name is familiar to all my frens. of all the gurls i fell in love with, my relationship wif her was the most drama, most complicated and most enriching of all. i learnt alot frm our relationship. even thou our love relationship was a brief one. but it was the friendship we built after our relationship dat was memorable and unforgettable. she was my first true love. she brought me into lotsa emotional rollercoaster rides. we had ups and downs. she may haf done hurtful things t me but i never stopped loving her since the day i knew her. been 2 1/2 yrs since i know her. we haf been bestest of frens since we broke up. but until recently, things haf changed. she's gotten herself a bf and we're drifting apart. im sure her bf wld b over the moon t when he noes this. and of course, if she hadnt gotten a bf, i'd still b head over heels for her. now i've truly gotten over her. ready to start afresh once again. but i do admit i still feel sore dat she's attached to someone else. im not sore bcuz i still love her now. i feel sore bcuz i dun tink he loves her more den i do. but if breaking a few bones in ur hand bcuz of ridiculuous reasons determines the amount of love one puts in. den he beats me hands down. i feel sore bcuz i dun tink he is any better than me. the only thing i can think of dat he is better den me is dat he is filthy rich. oh and when i said rich. i meant R I C H in a big way.  lyk what ben wld say, quote "rich? big f*** ar?" and i'll laugh to dat. well, she made her choice and i respect dat. no more late nites on the fone. no more overseas call to her. none of dat sort. i can only wish her all the best and hope she made the right choice cuz i wun b there anymore when she falls.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and now a new chapter awaits another gurl to fill it up. and till the gurl comes along, i'll b enjoying the wonderful company of my friends. friends make up a huge part of my life too. but dats another story for another post at another time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*signing off*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-2829642210756225620?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/2829642210756225620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=2829642210756225620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2829642210756225620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2829642210756225620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/02/february-14th-valentines-day.html' title='February the 14th Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-2531702401166587832</id><published>2007-02-11T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:13:15.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mahjong!!!</title><content type='html'>went t camp in the morning for some national education tour thingy till 12.30. went t pick kaixin frm&lt;br/&gt;her sch at 1 and down we went to far east plaza t meet karho n justin. subway's what we had. yummys! ben n innyi came nt too long laters. we left the place after karho cut his hair and ben had his lunch. bumped into jeanette on the way. gawd sooo much makeup. maybe's the eye liner. she looked so different!&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;then we made our way down t smu t visit linette's booth. well she wasnt there when i reached. i was looking ard for her booth (and actually i was standing in front of it). then when i looked at the booth in front of me. claire was lyk ERIC!!!!! and i was lyk.. okayyy. i din expect dat reaction cuz we've never met. my face must b quite memorable as she identified who i was quite confidently. hahaha. well we waited for linette for 40 MINS. FOURTY MINUTES t come back frm lunch. tsk tsk. went back t her booth. and we found... JUSTIN'S LONG LOST TWIN BROTHER. omg. hahahaa. shawna's bf looked almost identical to justin. but our dear justin definitely looked better than him. hahahah. he looked more blur den justin. hahaha. and justin looked more cool! so nw we noe. justin's a fine line away frm being blur. hahaha. well and of cuz. we saw HIM. thou we din talk, i sensed hostility. or more lyk, WE sensed hostility. oh well NOT INTERESTED. so much for that. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;we headed to raffles city for dinner. we had DIN TAI FENG. pork chop fried rice! nicee! we walked t bugis junction's cold storage t buy snacks. and den we walked back t park lane t get my car. i cant believe that karho convinced me t walked frm raffles t bugis and to park lane. idiot. tricked me. told us isnt dat far. den when we're actually tired and dragging ourselves. he said actually quite far la. i got conned. hahaha.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and off we go to kaixin's house for mahjong!! it was already 10+ when we reached there. been a long time since i played some serious mahjong wif money. we started playin at 11. den kaisi came at bout 1am. i started off&lt;br/&gt; alrite. but den i bumped into some bad luck. and at a point of time i lost bout 15 bucks. gosh. ever since, what ever money dat was played on the table was mine =( i manage to win some back at the end. my total loss was $8.50. justin won 7.50. kaixin won 90cents and ben won 10cents. we stoped at 5.30am. dat was 6 hrs of non stop mahjong. wooo! even thou i lost money. it was FUN!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;nxt friday river hongbao?&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;*signing off*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-2531702401166587832?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/2531702401166587832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=2531702401166587832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2531702401166587832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2531702401166587832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/02/mahjong.html' title='mahjong!!!'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-1324872645210840492</id><published>2007-02-08T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:11:11.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day we shopped for a rolex (with an auntie)</title><content type='html'>left my loads of stress in camp at bout 3. got dwn to bugis junction to meet kaixin n kaisi. i started out the day thinking dat i shld start eating lesser today. i ate breakfast. den i ate a light lunch. and when i met up wif them, they said we're gonna go sakae sushi for the buffet. and there goes my plans of eating lesser. (we shall start nxt week! damn!) we din eat really alot. wasnt really worth it thou. WHOS IDEA WAS IT TO EAT BUFFET! hahah. we sat dwn there for bout 1 1/2 hrs.  after the first rd, we had lyk a 30 min break b4 continue eating. i tried t continue. but i cldnt. hahaha. im a small eater =x&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;we left for orchard and reached there at bout 6. shopped ard far east plaza. den went on t lucky plaza t meet kaisi's "mother in law". den we went ard shopping for her lorex.. i meant rolex watch. went t a couple of shops. den we went t paragon. thats when auntie revealed more of her "true" self.&lt;br/&gt; she was haggling wif the guy in a very "teh" manner. lyk OMG. imagine a 60+ yo lady "tehing". trust me. simply UNBEARABLE. i felt lyk killing myself on the spot. just picture dat. its paragon. and she's haggling for it lyk she haggling for a fish in the market. or even worse.hahaha. nooo! thankfully kaixin was there. so i can just turn t her n complain. hahaha. kaixin did a crazy thing in the shop too. she danced the "cockroach dance" wif kaisi in the shop. the other shop attendant was lyk looking at them n laffing. i was lyk oh noo!! gimme a hole to hide myself! get me away frm these 2 crazy gurls!!!! hahah. we then continued on to taka n wisma. our legs were lyk super tired. finally auntie decide to go home. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;so then i was time t go home. sent kaixin home first. we stopped by at her place for awhile first. we were lyk looking thru her old photos. gawd she looked beefy n hip-hoppy! hahaha. den we looked thru past year books. i realise. i know lyk half of their class. i feel &lt;br/&gt;lyk im frm thomson sec. hahah. how nice it is to flip thru year books and look at how people were last time. i see little BEN, little JUSTIN (FAT AND ROUND), little phee (FAT AND ROUND), little kaisi (little ah lian hahahaha), little kaixin (little boy) and so many more.. and slowly year by year, people change. justin bcame thin. fat boy = normal looking boy. ben looked taller? but phee still fat. just nt dat fat. hahaha. sometimes i wonder m i from peirce or thomson. hahaha. i seem closer to these thomson people. maybe, i shld've went thomson. and maybe i wun b dat fat nw cuz everyday gotta walk up dat long slope b4 reaching the school. hahaha.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;well it was another day filled wif fun n lame jokes. looking forward to mahjong on saturday! win all ur money ahHH! hahaha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*signing off*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-1324872645210840492?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/1324872645210840492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=1324872645210840492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/1324872645210840492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/1324872645210840492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-we-shopped-for-rolex-with-auntie.html' title='the day we shopped for a rolex (with an auntie)'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-8609298765782879714</id><published>2007-02-06T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:03:43.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/" title="MyHeritage Celebrity Collage" alt="MyHeritage Celebrity Collage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/89/54/12/895412_690907749c6c54lmzoty18.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i went to chk out this face recognition thingy. and LOOK which celebrities i resemble. BAE YONG JUN 80%! just chk dat that smile. UNCANNY! we're just lyk long lost brothers. yes im a auntie killer. hahaha. lets see who else is on the list. i'll be a famous director (John Woo), a tv host (Ellen Degeneres), a singer (Rachel Stevens) and an actor (Samaire Armstrong).  but still. bae yong jun still resemble me the most. that smile. MILLION DOLLAR SMILE. just dat my eyes are kinda too small. hahaha. alrites nuff of the comparing. dun puke. hahaha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rch6jRMpwxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WNYRDaOtvyA/s320/275971.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028403730289640210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;everybody who havent catch this movie. please go watch it. it is dat damn good. its bout illegal diamonds leaking into the market and the lives taken in the process of attaining these diamonds. it educates us to insist on buying CONFLICT-FREE diamonds. this movie is a must watch as the killings do take place in reality. and children soliders in the movie really do exist. as many as 200,000 children soliders in Africa. i do regret not watching this movie in the theatres. leonardo di caprio's acting is getting better by the day. he did amazingly well in the departed. and nw this. really changed my perception of him being a pretty boy actor. he proves to be more than that. i rate this movie 4/5. **** a MUST-WATCH!&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/20223418-8609298765782879714?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/8609298765782879714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=8609298765782879714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/8609298765782879714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/8609298765782879714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-went-to-chk-out-this-face-recognition.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rch6jRMpwxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/WNYRDaOtvyA/s72-c/275971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-7106080249290828137</id><published>2007-02-04T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:38:33.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever young!</title><content type='html'>what a smashin good time i had on saturday. we had joy, we had fun, we had.. (no seasons in the sun) but we had laughters. loads of em. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;our day started off at vivocity. had lunch at HK Kim Gary restaurant. wat a name for a restaurant. when i first heard it, i tot it was some korean restaurant. there were 6 of us. justin me kaisi kaixin and 2 of her frens, szemin and sharon. well her two frens were kinda shy at first. but after a while, i tink we were all crappin ard, so i guess we're all okay. hahaha lunch was enjoyable except the fact that.. KAISI KEEP WHACKING MY RIGHT ARM (i got whacked from day to nite). why do i always get to know frens dat are so violent. first was michelle. now its kaisi. oh wellsh. i tink i've got "WHACK ME" written over my flabby arms. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;after lunch, we walked ard abit. we went downstairs den we saw some HK actress and actor promoting their show at the starhub booth/stage. kaisi n kaixin ran towards the stage lyk some auntie to catch a glimpse of them. hahaha. i call em auntie bcuz. young ppl watch taiwan idol drama. aunties watch HK dramas. hahaha. after dat, szemin parted ways wif us first. how sad.... AAAAnyways.. the remaining 5 of us continued shopping ard. kaisi bought a pair of shoes from crocs. are crocs dat nice to wear? it looks pretty darn plain to me. i never liked em. they are lyk FAKE shoes to me. cuz they're soo plastic. we went 'toys r us' too. kaixin wanted to buy pictionary as monopoly is getting kinda bored (i guess so too cuz she never wins, HAHA!). we searched for it but to no avail. 'Toys r us' do not sell pictionary. well i came up wif the conclusion that 'toys r us' is halal........ do u get it? Pictionary -&gt; PIGtionary? HAHAHAHA! i was pretty crazy dat day. my mind was generating loads of lame jokes. and i kept suaning kaixin n kaisi. hahaha. i told kaixin dat we should always start from basics. since she keep losing monopoly. she shld start wif monopoly JUNIOR first *points to the game on the shelf*. perhaps she wld win. HAHAHA. i noe i noe. evil. i was on a roll. hahaha. we continued walking in the store. and i found a replica is kaixin on the shelves. check this out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rcb2pxMpwuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sguf4T8tSxM/s200/kaixin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027977231447212770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;STRIKING RESEMBLANCE! your long lost plastic sister! how freaky. the doll's name is buenos nochus. try pronouncing it fast. and u'll get BRAINLESS NO CHEST. hahaha. i'll definitely get this for your birthday, kaixin. hahaha. i'll get u a bigger star too so u can hold it lyk she does. &lt;br/&gt; hahahaa.. not long after, we left vivocity. sharon went off and it was the four of us left. we returned to my home.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;was bout dinner time when we reached my place. settled down for a while before we went to IVINS for dinner. dinner was alright. din eat much but was kinda full. our food took awhile to come. so kaixin started snappin pictures of us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rcb4xxMpwvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IIDvWMELGMw/s320/Actgay.Eric.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027979567909421810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is me. so gay. u'll never catch me so gay ever again. gosh. how did this happen? look at those hands and those eyes. gawd. is that me?! simply faggot-delic.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rcb5LhMpwwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_JveKJvs2rA/s320/Eric.Kaisi.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027980010291053314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we do not act 21. we act cute. hahah. kaisi's fingers are too big dat they cover my 2 fingers. bleh!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;after dinner, we went back to my place. ben innyi and (larry)ree joined us back there. we started off playing HEART ATTACK! gosh ben knew i sucked at that game. he wanted t see me panic and all. but i was pretty composed. at least im not always the last one to stack my hands. thanks to kaixin. if nt i'll always be the slowest. hahahaha. YOU made me look good. hahaha. there were loads of laughters thruout the game. this week, i followed ben's footsteps of laughing and falling off my chair. actually i wanted to move back to sit on my chair. so i was happily laughing den i sit backwards just to find dat my chair isnt there. before i know it, everyone's laughing at me. oh well. dun expect to get words of sympathy when u're ard these ppl. hahaha. our laughter = our care and concern. hahahah. we played monopoly when innyi left to meet  her frens. so  justin, ben, kaixin, kaisi, ree were the contenders for my crown. it was a game where all properties are scattered among all players. but once the underground trading starts. the game starts. kaixin traded wif alot of people her properties just to find out dat no one wans to trade her the properies she wanted. so she sold all her properties and kept on playing wif just money. it was impossible for her to win. but.. she outlast justin! i cant remember whether she outlasted ben too. she was so busy as she was the banker too. her saviour came when innyi came back. and innyi was our full time banker. hahha. the final 3 came down to me kaisi and ree. but not long after. kaisi succumbed to our hotels. hahaha. and the final battle came down to me and ree. but the champion of the day was not to be mine. larry's luck was just too good. keep skipping my rows of hotel. and somehow i kept visiting his KRUSTY KRAB (Mayfair equivalent). in a matter of rounds, he took all the money i've collected from the rest of the players in the earlier stages. so the champion for the week is larry. no one has defended their crown sucessfully yet.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;after that, we went out for supper. went to the tong soi look alike HK cafe across the road. food was alright. perhaps i was hungry. after supper, we all went home.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;it was a fun filled day. the more the merrier. how true is that. i was cracking jokes all day long. frm day till night. we laughed non stop too. at the end of the nite, we kinda had stomache cramps. hahah. too much laughing. hope time will not change any of us. hope we'll grow up and still be crappy forever. hahaha.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;*signing off*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-7106080249290828137?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/7106080249290828137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=7106080249290828137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/7106080249290828137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/7106080249290828137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/02/forever-young.html' title='forever young!'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rcb2pxMpwuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sguf4T8tSxM/s72-c/kaixin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-6447463862006339991</id><published>2007-02-02T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:21:55.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mind cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RcKKbRMpwqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xTY-KspTFW8/s1600-h/47b5d602b3127cce93f16729b94f0000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RcKKbRMpwqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xTY-KspTFW8/s320/47b5d602b3127cce93f16729b94f0000001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026732335176467106" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is the place we went to on wednesday nite.the mind cafe. a cafe dat serves food AND board&lt;br/&gt;games. there were 7 of us. me,ree,ben,karho,kaixin,joanne,jude. it was loads of fun. we played 3 games in the span of 3 hours. first we started of playing a game called &lt;strong&gt;YOU MUST BE AN IDIOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RcKL9RMpwrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NAqDym__F8M/s320/idiot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026734018803647154" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;brief description:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you tell who's really an Idiot and who's just Faking? Each round, everyone is dealt a card telling them whether they are an Idiot or not. The current Genius gets to ask a special trivia question of their choice from the card in their hand. Everyone writes their answers down, but... if you're an Idiot, you MUST answer incorrectly. Once all the answers are revealed, it's your job to figure out who's definitely and Idiot. Gotta be careful though! Call somebody an Idiot who's not and they steal points from you! And Idiots who don't get caught get bonus points! So the question you have to ask in this game is.... Who's REALLY the Idiot and who's just fooling?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;second game we played was pictionary.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RcKNTRMpwsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mfCEL51Rg2Q/s320/pictionary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026735496272396994" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this game needs no introduction. if u dunno whats this game bout. then u've got NO childhood.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the last game we played caused a few bruises and swollen hands. it was called Halli Galli.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RcKcERMpwtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/r3vzJk7AJoc/s320/co_themindcafe12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026751731248775890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;brief description:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;A large fruit salad with bananas, strawberries, lemons and plums. Each player plays a card changing the mixture in the salad. But when the salad contains exactly 5 of one fruit, the players race to be the first to ring the bell. The fastest wins all face up cards... and the game continues until only one player has cards left -- that player is the winner! A fast-paced and thrilling party game for young and old!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;the one we played werent all fruits. we had snowmans, christmas trees, snowmans and candles.&lt;br/&gt;a xmas themed version on it. it was really darn fun. a test of alertness and swiftness of ur hands. we played 2 rounds. karho and larry were the ultimate champions. actually karho lost the first round. but took over larry's cards to win the first. so... REE's the ULTIMATE champion. hahaha. pro pro. i was just mediocre. nt very alert. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;we left at 11+. before we left, i did something damn stupid. there was this game called mad gab or sth. it has this buzzer on the board which let out a buzzing sound lyk a fly. so i was lyk&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;eric: eh eh.. look look (tell everyone to look)&lt;br/&gt;*presses buzzer*&lt;br/&gt;*me looks ard as if im looking for sth flying*&lt;br/&gt;*me slaps myself* and *stops the buzzer*&lt;br/&gt;.........................................................&lt;br/&gt;ben: WHAT THE FUCK ERIC! *laughs hard*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;everyone laughs too&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;still dun get wats goin on? i was trying to pretend there was a fly flying ard me. den when i slapped myself. i stopped the buzzer. so its lyk the fly died when i slapped myself. hahahaha. i cant believe i did sucha lame thing. i did it in front of the pretty waitress somemore. hahaha. &lt;br/&gt;she must be thinking. omg lame person!!! hahaha. i guess i was high from all the laughing. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;well we all had fun. or at least i had fun! this saturday is MONOPOLY DAY. time for the champion to step up to the challenges from the minnows.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;signing out suffering from board-game-fever*&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-6447463862006339991?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/6447463862006339991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=6447463862006339991' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-3931586074423233412</id><published>2007-02-01T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T13:43:10.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flings</title><content type='html'>flings, one nite stands, random making out in clubs...&lt;br /&gt;call me conservative. call me old fashioned. &lt;br /&gt;but i tink gurls nowadays are just too open..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i...&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;- the empty space above was text i typed. but i've decided nt to post it bcuz it may seem &lt;br /&gt;im targetting certain people. and i used alot of unpleasant vocab-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-3931586074423233412?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-809162243736887549</id><published>2007-01-29T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:01:48.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;in memory of&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xu Wei Lun&lt;br/&gt;(1978 - 2007)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rb3-DRMpwoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cnl8aiQjRAE/s320/pic-0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025452091324875394" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lets take a moment  for the ever pretty xu wei lun...&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/20223418-809162243736887549?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;simply tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need unbiased advice. talk cock pals. brace yourselves for an epic story. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im havin duty in camp nw. blogging in camp nw using MY administrator account. hehee&lt;br /&gt;bored bored. gonna slp soon. tmr's d day. goin caltex house t see the FHM GND girls.&lt;br /&gt;n maybe meeting monica n grace for lunch. oh wellsh. and grace: pls concentrate on&lt;br /&gt;ur work. dun gossip bout me wif monica. hahaha. alrites gonna go watch my tv drama nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-2008314788998741574?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/2008314788998741574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>havent been blogging in a while. quite busy wif frens n stuff.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fri 19th Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;had my unit's annual CO's evening at nite in camp. there were skits performed by the trainees &lt;br/&gt; and a performance by the SAF MDC (Music and Drama Company). the skits put up by the &lt;br/&gt;trainees were packed wif laughs and twists. everyone were cracked up pretty hard by the&lt;br/&gt;performances. Then came MDC performance later in the nite. and on came the pretty dancer&lt;br/&gt;i spotted earlier in the nite. din catch her name. was some cheena name. why cant everyone &lt;br/&gt;haf simple english names? hahaha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RbX3BhMpwhI/AAAAAAAAACo/uJIyQjGdTHQ/s400/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023192564865024530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the gurl in white in the centre of the picture&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RbX3fBMpwiI/AAAAAAAAACw/gis6eugRVxI/s320/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023193071671165474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;got on stage, ready for her dance&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RbX38hMpwjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KuJy7nviuSI/s320/02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023193578477306418" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;groovin to the music, strutting her moves&lt;br/&gt;(too bad i din get a shot of her face =( )&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she took my soul away when she was dancing. she was so damn hot when she's dancing.&lt;br/&gt;she look lyk a simple sweet gurl when she was waiting for the show to start. and when &lt;br/&gt;she starts dancing, she's filled wif energy and her dance moves surely makes her look &lt;br/&gt;more den the lady she is. hahah. she took my mind with her when she started dancing. &lt;br/&gt;and i almost forgot to take pictures. thank goodness i manage to snap a few shots. i've &lt;br/&gt;got a clip of her dancing too. maybe i'll upload t youtube another day. she has been the &lt;br/&gt;talking point of everyone since the performance. hahaha&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat 20th Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;met up wif sarly, meow,siti,rizal,clar the fag and terence for dinner. had dinner at secret &lt;br/&gt;recipe at vivocity. as usual there were lotsa laughters cuz rizal did lotsa stupid things.&lt;br/&gt;and rizal's dumbness spreads as terence gets influenced a while later too. hahah. after &lt;br/&gt;dinner, sarly treat us to some donuts from Vinco, a new donut shop at Vivovity opened by &lt;br/&gt;her fren. after that, sarly left t meet her bf and siti n rizal went off t romance. so it was &lt;br/&gt;me meow clar and ter left. we went TCC at cine to chill. talked alot and we felt really old&lt;br/&gt;after looking at all the "kids" ard dat area. we left at bout 2 plus when tcc was bout to close.&lt;br/&gt;mich wasnt ard, which was kinda sad. lack of craziness in our outing. but nonetheless, it was&lt;br/&gt;fun and wif rizal doin stupid things, its FUNNY too. hahaha like what i wld say. Army dont&lt;br/&gt; change people. Rizal changes the army (with his natural dumbness). and meow.. do urself a &lt;br/&gt;favour and.... PLEASE QUIT YOUR JOB. dun let singtel cheat ur money anymore. hahaha!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sun 21st Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;sunday. MONOPOLY DAY. kaixin, kaisi and justin came my place at 9pm to play. i had quite&lt;br/&gt;a good start to the game. never looked lyk losing. justin was the first to get bankrupt. followed&lt;br/&gt;by kaisi. den it was a showdown between me and kaixin. we had quite a long 1 v 1 battle.&lt;br/&gt;she had her mayfair equivalent properties hotels. i had my yellow coloured properties wif &lt;br/&gt;hotels. we were literally swapping money when i landed on hers den she landed on mine nt &lt;br/&gt;long later. we play to the extend where there wasnt enuff $500 note in the bank. we played&lt;br/&gt;till bout 1am. and i prevailled. i was the ultimate champion. i was the BANK. hahaha. i had &lt;br/&gt;more $500 notes the bank could give out to me. hahahaha! ben and larry only came at 12 &lt;br/&gt; to watch the man utd arsenal match. god damn if only man utd won. wld've been a great nite&lt;br/&gt;for me. bleahzzzzz. damn henry!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RbYBNRMpwkI/AAAAAAAAADA/ngeHNPJhUN8/s320/Photo-0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023203761844765250" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;early in the game. those 2 hotel are kaixin's.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RbYBexMpwlI/AAAAAAAAADI/1krlRduVkVE/s320/Photo-0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023204062492475986" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see my deeds? my money? my hands! oh. no dats not my hands oops!&lt;br/&gt; WAHAHA! ultimate champion&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RbYCbBMpwmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IMyMrpt1EeY/s320/Photo-0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023205097579594338" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;kaisi's butterfly hairclip on my hair.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mon 22nd Jan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went t meet kaisi, kaixin n ben for dinner. had carl's jr. oh man. as good as ever. and the plaza&lt;br/&gt;singapura branch hasnt let me dwn. FRESH CRISPY ONION RINGS! i like! went to arcade.&lt;br/&gt; played virtua tennis. FUN FUN. serve volley ftw! but damn jim courier too strong. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;din do much. watched tennis. gonna do my assignment soon. i dun feel lyk blogging much.&lt;br/&gt; lotsa questions in my head. or maybe i shld just fuck it. oh wellsh. i wanna do my assignment.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*signing off moodless*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-4374958964618570407?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/4374958964618570407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=4374958964618570407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/4374958964618570407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/4374958964618570407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RbX3BhMpwhI/AAAAAAAAACo/uJIyQjGdTHQ/s72-c/IMG_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-2552703874811577895</id><published>2007-01-18T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:26:39.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FHM Girl Next Door 2007</title><content type='html'>well well well. its that time of the year again for the FHM Girl Next Door Top 100. i still&lt;br/&gt;remember when it started. was 3 yrs ago, in 2004, when i was still working at ocbc as &lt;br/&gt;an intern. i remember i was walking towards caltex house one fine day for my lunch when &lt;br/&gt;i saw this bunch of skimply clad ladies. 3 of em approached my fren and i t ask us t vote for &lt;br/&gt;them. cant remember whether did we actually called to vote. but they gave us a postcard &lt;br/&gt;sized card of the top 100 gurls. i remember i pinned the postcard along the walls of my &lt;br/&gt;'cubical' (is dat wat u call dat little personal space u get in the office?). and everytme we'll &lt;br/&gt;turn n look at it to find motivation to work. i dunno wat motivation it gives us thou. hahah.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;this GND top 100 thingy is in its third yr. they had it first in late 2004. den early 06 n now. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Ra-FaU9j4rI/AAAAAAAAABU/KP9gLe6iCiM/s1600-h/Photo-0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Ra-FaU9j4rI/AAAAAAAAABU/KP9gLe6iCiM/s200/Photo-0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021378796891398834" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally got my hands on a copy. *grins*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Ra-F_E9j4sI/AAAAAAAAABc/tbgAdI_8pts/s200/fhm100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021379428251591362" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;so many gurls! 100 of em! well nt all r babes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Ra-GPk9j4tI/AAAAAAAAABk/nR8F1E3aBgA/s200/meedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021379711719432914" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;hmm picking MY top 4 GND&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Ra-G5E9j4uI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ht0QwYeBfJc/s200/adeline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021380424684004066" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt; 1. my all time fav - Adeline Teo. jeremy's fren. &lt;br/&gt;(he says she's gt lotsa silhouette thou. PHOTOSHOP FTW!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Ra-HDU9j4vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GshB4gd_yTM/s200/cheralynn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021380600777663218" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2. Cheralynn Yeo &lt;br/&gt;(sweet looking gurl, not gonna win the competition but i lyk)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Ra-I509j4wI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sDeaKdZ4IgE/s200/gwendolyn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021382636592161538" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3. Gwendolyn Wan - benedict's fren?&lt;br/&gt;(if u dunno her, u must've not read new paper. She's very popular nw.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;(benjamin tan was soo aroused by her maxim interview just to find out she's a lesbian.&lt;br/&gt;poor guy felt so cheated. WAHAHAHA)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Ra-Kb09j4xI/AAAAAAAAACE/r12kiJdFPtk/s200/madeline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021384320219341586" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;4. Madeline Tay - someone i stumbled upon on myspace.com not long ago.&lt;br/&gt;(she's got a unique look. she can look sexy,sweet,pretty,cute in diff angles)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well. i think gwendolyn's got a high chance of winning. she's got the looks n boobs FHM &lt;br/&gt;readers are looking out for (i suppose). i dun read FHM often. ben does. hahah. i only &lt;br/&gt;support the GND issues. thats it. 6/7 bucks for sucha magazine is soooo not worth the &lt;br/&gt;money. anyways if i were to pick the winner, i'll still choose adeline. all time favourite. &lt;br/&gt;hahah.   i still remember that time when i saw her at zouk. omg heart melt. eyes stuck on&lt;br/&gt; her. hahaha. bastard jeremy noes her. im so jealous. hahaha! anyways the girls will be at &lt;br/&gt;caltex house on 25th and 26th jan. BEN asked me t go wif him. He wans t see gwendolyn.&lt;br/&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;alrites. so much for FHM GND Top 100. time for a lil update of my life. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i feel more happy nw after telling her those stuff. im also glad dat she understood wat&lt;br/&gt;i was tryin to tell her. anyways, i left office early todae. everyone left camp for a meeting.&lt;br/&gt; therefore i left for a meeting too. a meeting wif my bed dat is. hahaha. afternoon nap FTW!&lt;br/&gt;will be a long day tmr. got event in camp till 8 plus at nite. BORING! but in return i'll get &lt;br/&gt;one day off. so OH WELL, perhaps i can do wif staying a little late. hehe. alrites. thats enuff&lt;br/&gt;bloggin for a day. saturday's comin! gonna meet up wif poly pals. weeee&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*signs off spinnin elva's new track*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-2552703874811577895?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/2552703874811577895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=2552703874811577895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2552703874811577895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/2552703874811577895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/01/fhm-girl-next-door-2007.html' title='FHM Girl Next Door 2007'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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://bp1.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Ra-FaU9j4rI/AAAAAAAAABU/KP9gLe6iCiM/s72-c/Photo-0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-7393496927458800934</id><published>2007-01-18T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:16:01.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to where it all started</title><content type='html'>this post is for only one person. i hope u read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit that im hiding alot of my thoughts from you. thats bcuz i dun think&lt;br /&gt;you need to know about it. u're happy wif ur bf and so be it. i dun wan u to&lt;br /&gt;say things dat u dun mean. u noe u wun break up wif him even if ur frens dun &lt;br /&gt;lyk him. i dun wan u to be unhappy bcuz of wat i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when i told u bout i dun lyk t talk to attached gurls? well i'll&lt;br /&gt;rephrase dat sentence. i dun lyk t talk to attached gurls who talk bout their&lt;br /&gt;bfs all day all nite. its lyk they haf NO LIFE. all they talk, see and care is&lt;br /&gt;their bfs. dun get me wrong. im not jealous cuz u're attached and im not. its&lt;br /&gt;just a personal thingy. theres more to life den just ur other half. if u're &lt;br /&gt;gonna give ur frens up just bcuz of him, den u're making a grave mistake. &lt;br /&gt;and hav u noticed dat i dun chat wif u on msn as often recently? dats bcuz &lt;br /&gt;its only always bout ur bf we talk bout. wat happened t those rants bout ur&lt;br /&gt;sister. or those juicy gossips bout ur frens? or more bout ur studies? do u &lt;br /&gt;realise everythin u're doin nw. u're doing for him? everything u're talking. &lt;br /&gt;its bout him. the last time u told me bout ur sis was when u said HE can get &lt;br /&gt;rain tickets for ur sis n u. the last time u told me bout ur frens was when &lt;br /&gt;they got to meet HIM. the last time u told me bout ur studies, its bout movin &lt;br /&gt;into an apartment instead of a dorm bcuz of HIM. everything is bout HIM. &lt;br /&gt;so the nxt time i msg u on msn, i noe u're gonna talk bout him. cuz other &lt;br /&gt;than him perhaps we dun haf any topic anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll b very honest wif u. when u told me on msn dat u noe im hiding sth from u,&lt;br /&gt;i din wanna reply u. as i mentioned before, i din think anything i say wld &lt;br /&gt;change anything. therefore i ignored u on msn. i just went to slp after that.&lt;br /&gt;until u called me at 3.41am. i cancelled ur call cuz i din wanna talk to u. &lt;br /&gt;and u sent me dat sms. i knew sth wasnt right. immediately, i tot of the promise &lt;br /&gt;i made to u. therefore i picked up my fone n called u back. i just CANT NOT&lt;br /&gt;care bout u. just when i tot dat we're drifting futher apart. sucha thing happen.&lt;br /&gt;God just pull us back together again. its hard t believe. sucha thing can happen&lt;br /&gt;anyday, anytime. but it had t happen yesterday when i choose to ignore u. &lt;br /&gt;is God trying to tell me something. everytime when i wanna distance myself away&lt;br /&gt;frm u, something happens and bring me back to u. shld i b upset, happy or shld&lt;br /&gt;i be laughing at myself? i feel lyk im part of some prank God's playin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to u this morning definitely did nt lessen my prejudice for &lt;br /&gt;ur bf. i'll may nvr say this if u ask me directly. but i tink ur bf is &lt;br /&gt;extremely childish. n i cant tolerate what he has done. what is he trying to &lt;br /&gt;achieve wif dat stunt. dun always think u're at fault. u are NOT at fault. and &lt;br /&gt;it isnt his god given right to be selfish and unreasonable. if now it takes him &lt;br /&gt;a fractured hand to understand dat u really wanna work, then whats nxt? is he &lt;br /&gt;gonna break his other hand when both of u cant agree on sth? if i were to &lt;br /&gt;have his mentality, perhaps i've died over 18 hundred times. anyways frm my perspective, i tink u've compromised enuff, in fact more den enuff, for this relationship. i cant think of any positive impact dat he's gonna make in ur &lt;br /&gt;life. all i can see is u ruining ur future bcuz of him. and that thing bout &lt;br /&gt;the video of him n all. i tink its just a BIG FAT LIE to cover for something &lt;br /&gt;else. if only i can prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is. tis is wat i wanna say so far. i may haf been harsh on certain &lt;br /&gt;occasions in this post. but these r my thoughts uncut. if i said things dat &lt;br /&gt;hurt u, or are untrue due t my lack of understanding of the situation, i hereby &lt;br /&gt;apologise t u in advance. do not think i nva tot of ur feelings before saying &lt;br /&gt;stuff. everything i do before, i always think of what u'll feel and think. &lt;br /&gt;thats why sometimes i choose to leave out some details of what i tell u. &lt;br /&gt;i tink its time to let u noe what i really think nw. i may haf crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;but at least this is wat i wan u to know. full detailed and everything dats &lt;br /&gt;on my mind. i hope u think bout why m i saying all these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-7393496927458800934?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/7393496927458800934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=7393496927458800934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/7393496927458800934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/7393496927458800934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-where-it-all-started.html' title='Back to where it all started'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-4576433510970243466</id><published>2007-01-16T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:03:58.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KBOX MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>its me again, back wif happenings of my life. i tink i just had the craziest monday ever. i sacrificed my sleep for kbox! but it was all worth it. hahaha!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; started the day lyk every other mondays. work in the day till 5.30pm. after work i drove t changi airport t meet kaixin n an injured kaisi who just came back frm cheena. she slipped n fell frm the stairs in her cheena home. *ouchs* *picturing dat scene in my mind*..... HAHA! how hilarious! okokay just kidding. kaisi if u see this. I WAS JUST KIDDING. this gurl still packs a punch even thou she's injured. hahah. anyways. we had dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.popeyes.com/"&gt;POPEYEs&lt;/a&gt; at terminal one. its a fast food something similar to kfc but hell it was so much nicer den kfc. nicer whipped potato, even nicer fries, and definitely more yummylicious chicken. and so we had dinner and gossiped and analysed a situation which i encountered recently. MISCOMMUNICATION is the root to all evil. lesson learnt. words comin frm the mouth of a third party may be incorrect, false or untrue. oh wellsh, i tink i shld put an end t this miscommunication. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;after gossiping, we were thinkin of wat t do nxt. and kaixin came up wif the idea of goin kbox. and as who i am, i never back down frm an offer to go kbox. hahaha. cuz an offer of such is rare. i agreed to the offer w/o hesitation knowing that i've gotta wake up at 7 in e morning. &lt;br/&gt; we headed home first. changed. and accompanied kaisi t the doctor before leaving for kbox at cineleisure.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rayrck9j4pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/adiOjdrPa64/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rayrck9j4pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/adiOjdrPa64/s200/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020576192057827986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;taken at flaming tree clinic.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was bout 10.30pm when we reached our destination. my first time at kbox cine. looks better than i expected. but the songs werent as many as the kbox i frequent at tpy. nonetheless i was excited k-ing wif 2 frens i've nva went k wif b4. we sang all kinds of songs. slow, fast, new, old, chinese, english, duets and even CHINESE NEW YEAR SONGS. and yes those songs made the service staff walking outside look in every now n then.&lt;br/&gt; we sang thruout the nite till bout 3.30am. i was really tired by 2.30am. and instead of singing, i did...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RayquE9j4mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lXKBDJJ1UTI/s1600-h/Photo-0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/RayquE9j4mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lXKBDJJ1UTI/s200/Photo-0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020575393193910882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;kaixin sings..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rayr509j4qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/69w9msFCV1Y/s1600-h/Photo-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rayr509j4qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/69w9msFCV1Y/s200/Photo-0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020576694569001634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;as kaisi watches on&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this. i was taking pictures and video of them singing. hahah. but i took a few shots n i was too lazy t take somemore. hahaha.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;by the time i sent kaixin and kaisi home and got home myself, it was already close to 4.30am. &lt;br/&gt; i fell aslp at bout 5am and woke up at 6.50am. i was soooo tired. i was slapping myself on the face to keep myself awake while driving to work. thank goodness there wasnt much work in camp today and im on half day off. my mind was blank when i was in camp. i was too tired to think. i came home at 12 and zonked out after bathing. that was lyk 2hrs of slp in 30 hrs. wooo very very tiring but i enjoyed myself! KBOX FTW! hahaha well of course they were good k partners too. we shld do this more often. i mean kbox not the late nite thingy. hahaha. it wld be &lt;br/&gt;okay if its on a weekend. hahaha. any plans this weekend? time t kpo justin's story HAHA!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*signs off still tired*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-4576433510970243466?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/4576433510970243466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=4576433510970243466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/4576433510970243466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/4576433510970243466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2007/01/kbox-monday.html' title='KBOX MONDAY!'/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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://bp3.blogger.com/_NXdvkrKtUr8/Rayrck9j4pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/adiOjdrPa64/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20223418.post-4452204662391613254</id><published>2007-01-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:41:43.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of the Year</title><content type='html'>hoo hoo hoo merry.. hmm oops! HAPPY NEW YEAR! how time flies. 2007. 7 years into the "new" millenium, 3 years short of the first decade of the millenium and im now an adult (technically). and what does that mean? it means more responsibilities, more worries, more stress &lt;br/&gt; and no more oogling at hot 16 year olds cuz u'll get people (lyk my ahbung) calling u PEDO! *thinks a lil* yet again. he called me a pedo.. nono! he ANNOUNCED to the world that im a pedo even thou the gurl i was eyeing is a 20 year old. oh wellsh. he isnt my ahbung without a reason. hahah!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;a new year means new hopes, new wishes, new agendas for the year ahead.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;studies&lt;/strong&gt; - i really need t buck up on my studies. had a disastrous semester to cap 2006 but i started 2007 great. scored a HIGH distinction for my assignment for a module of the new semester. looking forward to continue the good work. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt;national service&lt;/strong&gt; -  gonna be 1 whole year in service this 19th jan. and i really enjoy my &lt;br/&gt;vocation in the army. mainly its bcuz my unit rawkz. everyone's so frenly. if only i can attain this vocation and remain in this unit, i'll sign on. come to think of it. im grateful i failed my fypj in poly. cuz if i din fail i wldnt enlist late. if i din enlist late, i wldnt be in sucha good vocation, unit and get to know alot of amazing people. 1 more year to go, looking forward to finish it but i'll definitely leave with a heavy heart. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; - new friendships found. some existing friendship bonds are strengthened. and some bonds within friends just drifted apart. this is life isnt it? getting used to this trend in my life. different periods of the year i mix wif different friends. i've never gone through a whole year mixing wif the same bunch of friends (with the exception to my soo chow buddies and ahbungz, cuz they're  familia). &lt;br/&gt;only ONE friend, i've stuck by for more than a yr. but yet again. she's MUCH  more than a friend. &lt;br/&gt; anyways in the new year, im looking to  build new friendships(females preferbly) and strengthen bonds wif the ones who makes an impact in my life.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;personal issues&lt;/strong&gt; - this is kinda personal. so i wun elaborate it too clearly. it was pretty &lt;br/&gt;eventful since her return. but im glad those series of events happened.it woke me up from alot of things. starting t understand what my frens hav been telling me all these while. my heart is feeling free and open again.  i've finally manage t put IT bhind me. well not all but a big part of IT  is at the back of my mind nw. thou im thankful for the memories she's given me. if it wasnt for her, i wun b who i am today. its time to move on. =) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i've got a long week ahead of me. deadline's for assignment and jobs in camp are looming. but screw that. aint gonna let that ruin my mood. shall look forward t meeting up wif my poly mates nxt sat. faggot!! meow!! crazy mich!! sarly!! silly rizal!! been a while since i've seen them except meow. bumped into meow couple of weeks back n she greeted me wif a  beefy slap to my back and a giggle while calling me "bearrr!" when i was looking at the displays at action city. she's unique i tell u. hahaha &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;remember to catch the new 7pm drama in chn 8 on monday. it casts felicia chin and teresa tseng!!&lt;br/&gt; oh and and. AUSTRALIAN OPEN for the tennis faithfuls. matchplay starts at 8am MONDAY too. dammit i cant watch.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;hmm alrites. my mind's dry. i've gt nothing else t blog abt. &lt;br/&gt;*signs off (still suffering frm gastric flu)* &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-4452204662391613254?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/4452204662391613254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=4452204662391613254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/4452204662391613254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image010.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taken on a saturday afternoon in office workin unpaid OT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image001.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my beloved grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image003.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grandma's bday dinner @ chinese restaurant in haw par villa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image004.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there is the bday cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image002.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my ride parked outside the restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image011.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frog prince soft toy from ikea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image005.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frog prince trying to munch the rated E superstar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/image006.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the queue for project superstar 2 male auditions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"whack me" question of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if flies didnt haf wings, wld they be called walk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cold silence*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-115832563320710581?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/115832563320710581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=115832563320710581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115832563320710581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115832563320710581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-fotos-time-just-some-random.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-115548529663509084</id><published>2006-08-13T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:09:38.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;the community shield 2006 - liverpool vs chelsea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dearest baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope u're reading this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVERPOOL WON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;liverpool 2 - 1 chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lampard will be in tears of sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and gerrard and i will be in tears of JOY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, im not lying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and dun forget our bet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'll be waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVERPOOL LIVERPOOL LIVERPOOL!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tis is gonna be sooo interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;arent u glad i won the bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im sure u are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God knows which bets are really important to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/20223418-115548529663509084?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/115548529663509084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=115548529663509084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115548529663509084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115548529663509084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/08/community-shield-2006-liverpool-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-115529336004545659</id><published>2006-08-11T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:51:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;National Day Week&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God Its Friday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least not this friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've got duty tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duty on a weekend means 24 hrs of boredom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24 hrs of watching tv, eating and slping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worse part of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im gonna miss my ISM module lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am so dead for my assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay enuff of that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a lighter note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a pretty fun week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went clubbing on tues wif gab, cl and jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got t noe another 2 of cl's fren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;claire and ding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was hiphop theme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we were all dressed in hiphop flava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had trouble finding clothes dat were hiphop in my closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i managed t work sth hiphop outta my limited wardrobe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/DSC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="224" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/DSC00192.jpg" width="168" usemap="$$avantwidth$=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yup, this is the narcissist u know named eric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i looked kinda hiphop wif the baggy outfit and the chains ard my neck n wrist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;din drink much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just 1 glass of midori and 1 shot of rainbow for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much for all that talk abt the "potency" of rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;din work for me at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasnt even a little high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/DSC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/DSC00191.jpg" width="224" usemap="$$avantwidth$=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/DIV&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats our order &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 rainbow for each of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats jess "biting" the tray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and thats the royal finger of my bung gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;music was average that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe just not to our preference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was never more sober leaving a club than that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday 9th of August&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the nation celebrated its 41st birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was in a very lazy mood on tues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i was determined not to waste my holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;therefore i decided to play TENNIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but instead i wished i din play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tennis sucked for the first half of our 2 hr long "game"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and larry were not ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or at least i wasnt myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just couldnt seem t get my shots right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the scorching afternoon sun was getting on my nerves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never lyked playing tennis in the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me playing tennis under the hot sun is lyk superman in the land of kryptonite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lesson learnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEVER play tennis in the day unless its a cloudy day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched the national day parade/celebration after tennis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fireworks wasnt as spectacular as i expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all in all it was an ordinary national day celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;singing of national day songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fighter jets in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lesser than impressive fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well at least kaira gong lived up t my expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she looked simply stunning in the white dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course she sounded great too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;returning to work after the holidays on thurs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone was seemingly in a good mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holiday mood still in them i suppose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;therefore work was enjoyable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ishaq (my direct colleague) and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as usual were crapping n doin silly impersonation of officers we dislike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today is no different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we did the same stuff we do everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crapping n doin silly impersonation of officers we dislike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NS is good so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cldnt ask for a better camp, better vocation, better superior, better colleague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've got em all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/IMG_7731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="172" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/IMG_7731.jpg" width="229" usemap="$$avantwidth$=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats me in my comfy blue armchair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;working in front of my HP computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a radio right beside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a clock which always tells the wrong time bhind it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/IMG_8423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="172" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/IMG_8423.jpg" width="229" usemap="$$avantwidth$=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;judging by that wide smile of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u know that i really love my work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i ever complain abt my work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slap me on my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz i can never find a better vocation or a better camp then these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing off after a long entry-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-115529336004545659?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/115529336004545659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=115529336004545659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115529336004545659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115529336004545659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-week-thank-god-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-115496421297430104</id><published>2006-08-07T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:23:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bushism&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can one be a nation's leader when they utter nonsense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while addressing the country/world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does he even think before he speak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or is it just plain hollow up there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i present to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;George W. Bush and Bushism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came across a website&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that has compiled alot of Bush's mindless comments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some of em are REALLY farnie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these are actual comments he made during his speech &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here are some "samples" of his comments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;More and more of our imports come from overseas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if u dun find whats so farnie and retarded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abt the abv 2 samples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then u shld not waste your time on looking thru the website&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways here's the site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/76886/"&gt;WELCOME TO BUSHISM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it brought laughs to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope u guys enjoy it too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kills time ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-115496421297430104?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/115496421297430104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=115496421297430104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115496421297430104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115496421297430104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/08/bushism-how-can-one-be-nations-leader.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-115413558179647738</id><published>2006-07-29T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:04:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;happy 21st birthday to me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im 21 yrs old as of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another stage of "oldness"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life wld b great if i'd remain 21 forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and obviously dat will never happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life's still great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with all the wonderful frens i've got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what more can i ask for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd lyk to thank my parents and all those ppl who celebrated my bdae with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those dat got me wasted and those dat attempted to get me wasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriel,chuiling,jes,larry,grace,jiajun,dayuan,jpaul,sasi,jianliang,daniel,alvin,rodney,kelvin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to those that wished me happy birthday too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;linette,monica,elaine,jeanette,lijuan,clarence,george,nicholas,ben,orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that cute survey girl (outside zouk)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my stomach feel as if im overloaded wif alcohol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's enuff of alcohol for at least a month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and definitely enuff flaming lamborghini for the next 6 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and NO MORE GRAVEYARDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just by looking at either flaming or graveyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd haf d urge t puke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but oh wellsh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks gab bung for getting me wasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least it was something i wanna experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since i nva got wasted b4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my 21st birthday has been a memorable one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks once again to all those dat made it happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-115413558179647738?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/115413558179647738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=115413558179647738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115413558179647738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115413558179647738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-21st-birthday-to-me-im-21-yrs.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-115241770495234960</id><published>2006-07-24T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:45:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;13 random fotos on my cell and moree&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*click on image for actual size*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/coaster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="294" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/coaster1.jpg" width="392" usemap="$$avantwidth$=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me.and.elaine [95kb] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-115241770495234960?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/115241770495234960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=115241770495234960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115241770495234960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115241770495234960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/07/13-random-fotos-on-my-cell-and.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-115091633099812048</id><published>2006-06-22T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T02:58:51.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a long break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im back again wif a post on my clubbing experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zouk/Phuture/Winebar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;venue: zouk/phuture/winebar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;queue: short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cover charge: 23bucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;price of drinks: reasonable. midnight madness 1 for 1 (11pm-12am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atmosphere: always my fav&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;music: damn good, but one of the 'trio' is MIA, so yeah. my bung cldnt fully enjoy the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amount of ppl present: ALOT. packed. REALLY PACKED. P-A-C-K-E-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guy to girl ratio: 1 to 1? the guys seem t b at home watching WC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quality of guys n girls: GOD DAMN GOOD. (bcuz of one gurl. will elaborate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;babe-meter: 8/10 (same reason as abv)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no. of asses n boobs i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;accidentally&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; touched: a number. as usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alcohol consumed: 8 illusion (NEW FAVOURITE), 4 apple shooters, 1 'B52', 2 midori sprite, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 lychee martini, 1 watermelon martini &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time spent on the dancefloor: not as long as my previous trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desperate army men : nah. nt todae. din see any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot 'lesbian' dances : din notice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot 'gay' dances : none. once again. phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cash spent at zouk: abt 110 bucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;overall experience: 4/5!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even thou chuiling wasnt wif us. and we(me and bung) cldnt enjoy the music and dancefloor t the fullest. BUT BUT i got t see adeline anastasia (for u those who dunno who is she, she featured in one of the issues of maxim singapore. fyi i din noe abt her thru the magazine. i stumbled upon her frenster once. and since den, her frenster is on my favourites. HAHAHA) omg she is so damn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i nva tot i'd ever see her. gosh. totally cant get over her. hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bumped into belinda and her sis. her sis is pretty. hmm hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and gab bumped into another billion of his frens too. SMU ppl zzzz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and yes we saw CARELESS WHISPER guy. lyk holyshit. we cant even hear him talk on tv. i bet he uses SIGN LANGUAGE to communicate at zouk. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stupid grace. nva dance wif us. BOOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has been a month plus since i've clubbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i sooo misss zouk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how did i spend my poly days not clubbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well im glad i found zouk nw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after feeling screwed up in the earlier part of d day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel so much better after loads of alcohol, dancing, crapping wif gab AND 'looking' at adeline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE IS SOO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha oops i just cant get over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self note: eric. get over it. its not lyk u'll hook up wif her. blehz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-115091633099812048?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/115091633099812048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=115091633099812048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115091633099812048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/115091633099812048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-long-break.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-114839374905810640</id><published>2006-05-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:15:49.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Sick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(by Ne-Yo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmmm mmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do do do do do do do-do&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta change my answering machine&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Cuz right now it says that we&lt;br /&gt;Can't come to the phone&lt;br /&gt;And I know it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore&lt;br /&gt;(it's ridiculous)&lt;br /&gt;It's been months&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason I just&lt;br /&gt;(can't get over us)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stronger than this&lt;br /&gt;(enough is enough)&lt;br /&gt;No more walkin round&lt;br /&gt;With my head down&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over being blue&lt;br /&gt;Cryin over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fix that calender I have&lt;br /&gt;That's marked July 15th&lt;br /&gt;Because since there's no more you&lt;br /&gt;There's no more anniversary&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;And your memory&lt;br /&gt;And how every song reminds me&lt;br /&gt;Of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing you were still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leave me alone)&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;(Stupid love songs)&lt;br /&gt;Dont make me think about her smile&lt;br /&gt;Or having my first child&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;Turning off the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing she was still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing she was still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of love songs&lt;br /&gt;So tired of tears&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishin' you were still here&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;br /&gt;(why can't I turn off the radio?)&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I turn off the radio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-114839374905810640?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/114839374905810640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=114839374905810640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114839374905810640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114839374905810640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-sickby-ne-yo-mmmm-mmm-yeah-do-do-do.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-114693956632130002</id><published>2006-05-07T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T02:19:27.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the purpose of our fragile life&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 months of 2006 has past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entering the 5th month of the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've attended 2 funerals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first was my great grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now its my mum's sis (big aunt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i used to think dat life is long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long enuff for me to waste a few years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i no longer tink this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna be sure that i enjoy everyday dat i live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make sure i live my life wif no regrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bcuz i duno when will it be my turn to be laying in that wooden box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some death comes wif a warning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;warning in a form of danger or illness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some death hits u just like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of the blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u may be a perfectly fine bugger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but next moment u may die of heart seizure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when God created us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had a purpose for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's given us a task to accomplish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when that is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we gotta return to where we belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the loving arms of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take my big aunt as an example&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's a widow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poor and always in debt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she brought up her son all by herself for all these 17yrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never once she had a happy day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never once she cld say ok im gonna stop i nid a rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may it be an indecent or decent job she's doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was doing it all bcuz of her son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the end of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her son just dun see what his noble mum has done fer him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead on the day dat his mum passed away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said bad things abt his mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i c him as an ungrateful bastard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and God saw that too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the purpose of her life is fulfilled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's slogged her life for her son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the sacrifices she made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gone unrecognised by her son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her son doesnt deserve sucha noble woman such as his mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its time for her to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its time for her to go up there to enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take a break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that she's already up there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bcuz i saw the smile on her face thru the window of the coffin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you ever wondered why God created you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God created me as a joyous person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wans me to spread the love, the happiness to the ppl ard me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He wans me to make/keep the ppl ard me happie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even thou sometimes its in the expense of my own happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sure there's more to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but as of wat i am today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i strongly believe this is the main purpose God created me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life isnt as long as it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trust me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21 yrs passed in a blink of an eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only God knows when our time on earth is up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if u know u've been wasting ur life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;den start afresh now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;live everyday meaningfully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if u wanna say i love you to ur loved ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dun wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dun be shy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;say it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz u wun noe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there may be no tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live your life with no regrets, dun waste it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: pardon me for the "excessive" usage of God's name. but im no Christian. no plans of being one as of yet. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-114693956632130002?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/114693956632130002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=114693956632130002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114693956632130002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114693956632130002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/05/purpose-of-our-fragile-life-4-months.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-114620354861449081</id><published>2006-04-28T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:09:00.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;14 random fotos on my cell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*click on image for actual size*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/rainysmu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="294" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/rainysmu.jpg" width="392" usemap="$$avantwidth$=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rainy.day.at.smu [164kb]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/assignment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="294" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/assignment.jpg" width="392" usemap="$$avantwidth$=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not.my.assignment [108kb]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/actcuteme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c253/babykyoko/actcuteme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply.disgustingly.cute [109kb] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-114620354861449081?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/114620354861449081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=114620354861449081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114620354861449081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114620354861449081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/04/14-random-fotos-on-my-cellclick-on.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-114444324300985763</id><published>2006-04-08T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T04:54:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE is BLIND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is blind cause'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u'll only see the good of him/her and ignore his/her flaws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is blind cause'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u'll forgive him/her for all the wrong things he/she has done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is blind cause'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u'll go all out, at all costs (even if its 1000 heartbreaks), to love him/her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is blind cause'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 word from him/her beats 1000 words/advice from ur frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is blind cause'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all u see, listen and think abt is him/her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're puppets of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we often get controlled by love, by our hearts too easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thus we get hurt easily too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love is blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so are we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my love for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is blind`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-114444324300985763?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/114444324300985763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=114444324300985763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114444324300985763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114444324300985763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-is-blind-love-is-blind-causeull.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-114407156503764483</id><published>2006-04-03T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:41:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lost&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its getting to me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why m i feeling like this todae?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do i have such a strong sense of longing in me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna hear u, listen to u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been asking many people one question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all of em gave me the answer i din wan to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe im just too naive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we live in reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we do not live in a world with fairytale endings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-114407156503764483?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/114407156503764483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=114407156503764483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114407156503764483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114407156503764483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/04/lostits-getting-to-me-againwhywhy-m-i.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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-20223418.post-114332009355622723</id><published>2006-03-26T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T04:54:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;under the starry starry nite..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything i know and anywhere i go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when the last one falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it's all said and done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it gets hard but it wont take away my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im here without you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think about you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dream about you all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im here without you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you're still with me in my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and tonight it's only you and me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-114332009355622723?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-20223418.post-114312886904363685</id><published>2006-03-23T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:59:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Escape from Reality @ Zouk/Phuture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;venue: zouk/phuture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;queue: short. cuz we went early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cover charge: 23bucks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;price of drinks: reasonable. midnight madness 1 for 1 (11pm-12am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atmosphere: always my fav&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;music: less impressive compared to my first visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amount of ppl present: ALOT. packed. REALLY PACKED. P-A-C-K-E-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guy to girl ratio: 3 to 1? din really count. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quality of guys n girls: average. din really go look ard. chuiling's bunch of frens dressed up like porn like schoolgirls probably stole the show for the nite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;babe-meter: 7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no. of asses n boobs i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;accidentally&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; touched: uncountable. u think only guys wld grind girls? NO i got grind by girls too n i din lyk some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alcohol consumed: 8 apple shooters, 1 lime margerita, 1 lychee martini, 1 pineapple malbu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time spent on the dancefloor: not as long as my previous trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desperate army men : doubt i see any and i dun consider me as one of em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot 'lesbian' dances : 2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot 'gay' dances : none. once again. phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cash spent at zouk: 23+27+13=63bucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;overall experience: not bad. 4/5! could haf been better if the music was better. but wldnt be 4/5 without the company i had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a much needed clubbing trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just so stressed up with my new vocation and my recurring back muscle problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so frustrating arghhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great thanks to my dancing buddies for the nite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(gab my bung, chuiling da sao and charmaine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even thou i had major back ache after all the dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was fun n i enjoyed myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dancing can relieve stress for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i havent slp since tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HARDCORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S : even thou i think i suck at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-114312886904363685?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/114312886904363685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=114312886904363685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/114312886904363685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i must say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wasnt smooth sailing for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been constantly falling ill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was only present for 19 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had 3 days compassionate leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19 days attn C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(attn C = MC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 days - viral fever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 days - pneumonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dats makes 19 days of attn c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i may not haf learnt much as i've only been there for 19 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i sure learn how to work as a team &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i've made lotsa wonderful frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially those bitches from section 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(wif the exception of LCW?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE U BITCHES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the start of my bmt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din like alot of the ppl in my platoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but never judge a book by its cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they turned out to be pretty fun people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as my platoon have a mix of peeps comin frm ite, poly and jc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we din really click well and fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone's just socialising wif peeps frm their own section&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but as time passes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we participated activities together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went thru tough times together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i wun dare to say i had any tough times)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we learn how to help each other regardless of section&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as we're one platoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we work as a platoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sad to say i missed my field camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn pneumonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to the damn medical officer (MO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll come to that later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;field camp is really a good time for bonding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i return to tekong when my mc expire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is few days after field camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i noticed that the whole platoon had gel together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we showed dat on our last day on tekong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after lunch we din haf to form up as a platoon to return to company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we formed up n marched back as a platoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we sang our song loud and proudly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we shouted ULLYSSES for the last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were the only platoon to march back as one whole platoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so proud of my platoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sure our commanders are proud of us too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLATOON 1 rawkz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even thou i was quite homesick in the beginning weeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;missing my family and THAT girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my tekong experience was amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meeting amazing platoon-mates, sergeants and sir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything turned out to be what i never thought wld be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EXCEPT....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what they say abt the medics n medical officers r TRUE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SCREWED UP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here comes the ugly side of my tekong experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i swear the medical officers r ASSHOLES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n u cant blame me for my outburst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well the medics r screwed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're trainees only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they always face problem putting the drip properly for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but nvm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its all okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can take it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;furthermore they're trainees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dun expect professional stuff from them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the medical officers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they r freakin doctors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they can make such a big mistake in diagnosing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told them i've got coughing flu fever n im breathless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they din see it as anything outta the ordinary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n just put me on drip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i too tot it was nth THAT serious since the MO din say much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its prolly my asthma again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was admitted to the sickbay in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;discharged in the evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was better then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything came back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;breathless, weak n all dat shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i gave up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din wanna go to the MO no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just stayed in bunk as im booking out later in the evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;booking out was a nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes i cant wait to book out to see my doc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was so weak so breathless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cld barely make my way to the jetty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not to mention dat i even had a fully filled bag on my back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was panting like as if an asthma attack hit me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cld barely catch my breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i reached singapore jetty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i made a few steps only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;den i started to pant again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was literally dragging myself to move forward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but thanks to c. paul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he helped me carry my bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least i had the load off my back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cld breathe a LITTLE better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i was still panting heavily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really thought i was gonna die right there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it almost felt like a heart attack already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;board the bus n to pasir ris interchange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had to walk to my granddad's car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even thou it was a short distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it felt like 1.5km to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even wif dayuan carrying my bag for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was too late to see my doc when i got home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i went to see him the next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the moment my doc saw me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u look bad, i better refer u to tan tock seng hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;den he listened to my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said he suspect dat i've got pneumonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was thinking to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"erm wtf?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasnt it just cough n flu n fever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how did it bcome pneumonia now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kidding me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n true enuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after an xray at ttsh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they confirmed i've got pneumonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and immediately admitted me to the CDC ward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(CDC = communible disease center/isolation wards)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my family flipped when they heard abt this news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ITS ALL THE MO's FAULT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even my family doctor was damn pissed wif em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if they had gave me attn C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cld come out earlier n cld seek treatment earlier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and maybe it wouldnt be sth serious in a form of pneumonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dad called demanding an explantion for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they replied us dat they've got limited resources n bla bla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but fuck dat shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all u need is a stethescope n YOUR GOD DAMN EARS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;place the stethescope on my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n u'll hear crackles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n dat's pneumonia for ur info dear MOs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if they're doctors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;den im professor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just dat easy to detect pneumonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean if u hear crackles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imeediately u give him attn c isnt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y wasnt i given attn c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OBVIOUSLY they werent paying attention when they put the stethescope on my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OBVIOUSLY they just put there for the sake of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due to their mispractice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cough bcame pneumonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cld these MOs treat our lives more seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh fuck it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its getting to me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've sent a complaint letter to mindef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now its their job to go find a satisfactory answer for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy times and sick times brings my bmt days to an end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its definitely fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder whether was it fast for the rest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20th march&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll be reporting to my new posting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully i get superiors as good as those i get in the sergeants n sir of ULLYSSES PLATOON 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;special thanks to PC Teo for taking good care of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tink he'll remember me as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE RECRUIT WITH THE MOST PROBLEMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-114196462389071208?l=pensee-creatice.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-20223418.post-113713921481350562</id><published>2006-01-13T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:00:14.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMU Bash @ MOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;venue: ministry of sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;queue: dun tink its as long as usual but who cares, we gotta cut the queue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cover charge: 14 bucks. yes its cheaper den normal. (prices at &lt;a href="http://www.ministryofsound.com.sg"&gt;MOS webby&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;price of drinks: erm abit more ex den usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atmosphere: very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;music: alrite. not really to my liking. the r&amp;amp;b tracks they played werent really good. all dance floors look stylish n well designed to its theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amount of ppl present: ALOT. packed. squeezing ard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guy to girl ratio: 1 to 1. (and thats rare)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quality of guys n girls: above average i must say. no ah bengs n lians. lotsa ex-SPIFFIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;babe-meter: 7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no. of asses n boobs i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;accidentally&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; touched: uncountable. not lyk i care or anyone of them cared. it was too damn packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alcohol consumed: 1 jug cranberry vodka, 2 flaming lamborghini, 4 tequila shots (alot for a lousy drinker lyk me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time spent on the dancefloor: i'd say quite long. longer den my last trip. MUCH longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desperate army men? : thank god i din see any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot 'lesbian' dances? : quite a number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot 'gay' dances : none. goodness me. phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cash spent at MOS: &lt;strong&gt;OVERSPENT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;overall experience: GREAT! 4/5! i'd wanna go to another SMU bash.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-113713921481350562?l=pensee-creatice.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-20223418.post-113639072515658699</id><published>2006-01-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:05:25.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 occasions on being 'irritatingly considerate'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; scenario: you're partying wildly in a club at like 1am in the morning and your parents calls u n nags u to get home early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, they're not trying to spoil ur fun. they're just being &lt;strong&gt;irritatingly considerate&lt;/strong&gt; for ur safety.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; scenario: u get ur first paycheck n u wanna treat ur parents to a meal in some posh restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they starts to complain dat every single restaurant on ur list is too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, they're not being fussy. they're just being &lt;strong&gt;irritatingly considerate&lt;/strong&gt; for u n ur pocket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;/strong&gt;scenario: u wanna take arts in uni. but ur parents insist dat taking science will be a better choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, they're not trying to take over ur life. they're just being &lt;strong&gt;irritatingly considerate&lt;/strong&gt; abt ur future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4a. &lt;/strong&gt;scenario: (for guys) u bring a girl home. n ur mum/dad starts to 'educate' u in the birds n bees. they start telling u stuff like "dun anyhow how arh! later get ppl pregnant den u know!" when u did nothing close to anything like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, they're not being too conservative. they're just being &lt;strong&gt;irritatingly considerate&lt;/strong&gt; for u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4b&lt;/strong&gt;. scenario: (for guys) u bring a guy or 2 home. n he/they stay overnite cuz there'll be soccer tmr n they dun wanna b late. n ur dad goes "aiyo! y bring guy home? stay overnite somemore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, i dunno does this happen to anyone of u. but it does to me. they're just being &lt;strong&gt;irritatingly considerate&lt;/strong&gt; for my sexuality. i supppose?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;/strong&gt;scenario: u're getting enlist to the army soon. n ur parents/grandparents ask u whether u're ready everyday. they start asking questions like "r u ready for army life? have u got everthing prepared? have u got enuff underwear?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as naggy they might sound, n YES irritating, they're once again being &lt;strong&gt;irritatingly considerate&lt;/strong&gt; for u. dun blame them. the army is killing too many ppl. and they just wanna make sure that u wun have to wear soiled underwear to training.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure at least one of these scenarios have occurred to everyone of u in one way or another. do not hate ur parents for irritating you. they do so bcuz they care for you and wan only the best for you. dun quarrel with them just bcuz they piss u off for being irritatingly considerate. spare a thought for them. cuz the roles will be switched in future. and u'll noe how they feel when u have a kid on ur own. 99.9% of the parents in the world love their kids. i would like to say NO parents wld hate their kids but im sure there's a minority of 0.01% out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how naggy n irritating my parents and grandparents can be. i love them n im sure they love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if u havent already love ur parents, u shld start to do some self reflection. i'm certain that ur parents (or at least one of them) have been good to u one way or another. start loving them this moment. its never too late to express ur love for ur loved ones. appreciate their presence b4 its too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-20223418.post-113607325753790627</id><published>2006-01-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T07:58:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festivals and 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy new year peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first entry of the year. first entry of ma new blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the past years, i hated festive periods like christmas or new year. reason being i'll usually spend it wif my family and its always dead boring. i only started celebrating such occasions last yr(2004). starting wif new year's eve celebration. other den the fateful incident which brought us to the police station(complicated?), it was pretty good. i had my share of fun. and then, i had someone who cared n loved me in my life. so it felt good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in 2005, single and lack of love(haha), i spent my xmas eve n new year's eve (yesterday) wif a bunch of "new" pals n bungs. surprisingly it was even better den wat i had last year. even thou wat we did on both occasions were stuff that aren't happening (like chilling out at braddell n thomson mac and watching movie, playing pool), but i really enjoyed myself. i enjoyed the company of everyone of you. from my bung, joe, to the person dat has a larger than life ego, boon, to the crazy rocker style, yien n kenji/nic, to the people which i conversed less den 5 sentences wif, phoebe n shihui, and everyone else i din mention. december had been a great month for me. cuz i got to noe so many new frens and got closer to those dat i already noe from soccer. it was a very good end to the year. good company with bungs n frens of such really make my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2006. a new year, a new start to a whole new chapter. my new year resolution is simple. i wanna build a stronger bond with this bunch of frens cuz they're simply amazing ppl. may all the "duhans" n "jackices" unite. and of cuz to maintain the rock solid "bung-bonding" wif the one n only... (erm.. trying to find a name for him..) KODOMO bung! not forgetting our KODOMO jr too. may the 3 Ks stay strong together! stepping into 2006 means 19 more days to army. serving the nation. loss of freedom and my pink ic for 2 years. but screw dat. i wanna spend my remaining days wif all my frens (and my hair) b4 im gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im dry. signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20223418-113607325753790627?l=pensee-creatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/feeds/113607325753790627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20223418&amp;postID=113607325753790627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/113607325753790627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20223418/posts/default/113607325753790627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensee-creatice.blogspot.com/2006/01/festivals-and-2006-happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>b a b y k y o k o</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>
