<?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-8546795</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:43:10.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546795.post-111536730944178630</id><published>2005-05-06T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T16:14:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shopped with Venus at Bugis yesterday. Raining, but by the time we finish walking Parco, it has stopped and we can go village! Wow wow wow, so many nice clothes there. But it just doesn't suit me. So in the end Venus was the one trying all sorts of clothes which we find it nice. She's thin and has good figure ya? Her size was always S, anything bigger than that, it was too big for her. For me, hur hur~ Window shopping for the rest of the day as she has already spend quite a lot considering her financial status now. Spotted a cute skirt and bought it at half price. The sales girl asked if I know her friend, Wei Jie or whoever. Of course no. Alright, I've a common face. Some even said I looked like a guy whom they've seen outside blar blar... Disappointing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus said I like feminine things but my character isn't. Haha, quite true. I get mesmerised by those flowery and sew-on thingys. Don't know since how long I last wasted my money on neo-print machine. She suddenly have the urge to take one, so we went. Effect wasn't that bad. Quite nice. Gosh, the insect's bite were everywhere on my legs. Guessed I've to wear jeans for the next few days. Doubt the red patches will disappear so fast. Continued from where I stopped. Strangers asked for Venus's number again. If one day no guys asked for her number when we go out, it'll then be weird. But everytime it was always those bengs, old or indecent guys who asked for her number? Let's wait if any decent-looking guy will ask for her number. But most probably was that they were taken, or that they were too decent to take the first step, fearing of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend was angry with her for some reasons. He often restrict her going out, even with girls! Even if he allows, he'll kept pressing for details, urging her to go home early blar blar... All sorts of unreasonable restrictions to me. But to them, maybe it's another way of showing that he cares and worry about her safety. But hey, even going out with girls isn't allow?! Need he be so worry? I won't gobble Venus up! And accident doesn't always happen in a shopping centre. Scare that the building will collapse ar? I also have problem myself. I had no idea what the hell I do that people has to be angry with me. Cannot just spit the unhappiness out and let me know? If you keep it inside, nobody will know what you are thinking about okay! I am not going to give in! For no.1, I had already given in and tried calling/smsing to amend the situation (I am usually not the sort who give in when I don't know what wrong I've done clearly! If it's my fault, I apologise. But I am clueless this time round). No.2, I am told to do whatever I like by all means. No.3... I'm lazy to think of more excuses to defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paragraph structuring was jumping over here and there ya? We hurried to and back from Village because of her boyfriend's restriction. Simply childish. This is not the appropriate way to show your concern. There's better methods like explaining why he hope (note: it's hope and not want) that she can be home earlier blar blar. But at least they have reason for being angry with each other when one doesn't obey his/her comments. They are together. Not those who just like each other and landed up with no standard definition of the relationship. I don't know what I'm typing about, see ya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111536730944178630?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111536730944178630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111536730944178630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111536730944178630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111536730944178630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/shopped-with-venus-at-bugis-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111519917606240156</id><published>2005-05-04T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T16:14:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a long ride it takes to travel so far (tpy). I never complained that Yishun was far when I was studying there last time. But I complain that it's far when I can arrived after a few more stops. Hai, Singapore is small. Maybe because I forgot to bring my Mp3. But I got other source of entertainment from the passengers. One couple was on the verge of breaking up. The fat guy obviously was trying to salvage the relationship, while the old woman feels nothing for him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached and walked to the nearest park. Ate his cooking. It wasn't as bad as I thought. Everything taste normal, except for the biscuits. It seriously sucks. I can even taste the flour inside. But the consoling thing was that the pork taste nice. Maybe it's because all of it was prepared by his grandma, while he only get to stir the ingredients. Haha. Fulled because I've had a light dinner (my mom cooked, no choice) before I came out. Rudy came to taste his foods. Gosh, he ate the biscuits as if it was something normal. Anyway I ate some too under his pressuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to and fro between the MRT station and road. He didn't know where to take bus 154 and then decided to went home by train. Troublesome, should have say so earlier. I dislike crossing roads with no traffic lights. Got a rose from Jas. Think he wanted to give me, but just that he didn't dare to. And taking a rose out from his bag already requires a lot of courage ya? This was the third time I receive roses from guys, so I showed no excitement. But I really appreciate it though it wasn't a diamond (lame), it's the thoughts that counts. Besides, I'm not good at expressing real emotions. Thanks ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only went home this very early morning and slept till just now. What a tiring night for me though I did nothing much. The sleeps these few days aren't fulfilling enough. I often woke up after only a few hours of sleep. It's disturbing. Reason why I stay outside this morning was because I missed the last train. When we reached JE, the last train to BL has already stop. Sounds like 'Creeps' ya? We were like in the picture of 2 passengers stranded inside the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a see-saw and we were slowly decomposing there. Climbed up the rope pyramid or whatever which I don't dare to. Fearing the type of feelings when crossing roads and climbing up high man. Chat a little bit of our past school life, laughing at whichever actions which only I find it funny, listening to Mp3, staring hard at one spot and stars so on... I do whatever I can do to make myself tired. But no, I'm still so energetic. Mainly because of those pests sucking my blood and the environment. My hands were always busy scratching my legs. See-saw isn't a nice environment to sleep at. I bathe before I came out, wondered if my blood really taste so delicious that mosquitoes love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I went out to parks or outdoor, I'll be the only one getting red patches on my skins when everyone else weren't. Finally we manage to pass the few hours and it's almost 6am. Walked to catch the first train back. My face was oily due to the make up. Looking pathetic and wore off. I got a shock when I realised my rose disappeared when I opened my bag. When and where did I drop the rose off that I can't recall? So I'm left with only the stalk. Looked so funny. I even planned to see if the rose will survive for 3 days. Usually flower will wilt. But giving fake rose represent untruthful love. What to expect? Maybe a glow-in-the-dark rose will be special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was kinda angry with me that I didn't went home. So I shall listen to her and stay at home today. Surfing net now, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111519917606240156?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111519917606240156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111519917606240156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111519917606240156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111519917606240156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-long-ride-it-takes-to-travel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111510835598975738</id><published>2005-05-03T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T16:15:11.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I no longer want to know the truth anymore. Trust isn't build within just a day. So just hack care. I'm not a petty person, I am alright after a day of anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of May- Min's birthday on Labour day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we planned to rot inside KBox till the next morning and sing all we want. Avril even planned what she wanted to sing. But the plan was disturbed after we bought her present (a necklace and bracelace) and had my dinner at Jp. Plan changed. Min wanted to go pub with her ex. Though we were not quite willing to go, but agreed after her constant pleading. It's her birthday afterall. She should be the one calling the shots for the day. And, I also felt that she'll be much more happier if she can celebrate her birthday with her ex. Yap, indeed, can see that she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan (Min's ex), Brandon (Alan's colleague) and the 3 of us sat a cab there. The driver was hesitate to drive 5 persons at first, but later agreed since the 3 girls weren't those kind of big sized people. We then waited for Brandon's friend, Grace, to join us. We were underaged, have to go into Karaoke Pub instead. It's obvious that we have children face and we wouldn't want to take the risk of being checked. That'll be so embarrassing. Yucks, the place irk with smoking smell. But slowly we got immune to the smell and it wasn't that bad then. At first, the 3 of us drank rebenna volka, while they drank beer. Avril even secretly pour her drink back to the jug. Lol. She dislike the taste. They play birthday songs for Min! Alan even bought a blue rose for her. He act as if he was praying to God when he hand her the rose. Gosh, reminds me of myself. I got 3 roses with each different colours and doesn't that more resemble like offering to the dead? Lol. Though he was joking and behave as if he didn't care about Min. My instinct tells me that he still carry feelings for her. So interesting, that must be a unforgettable birthday for her sweet 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished the drinks, headed to another pub. Gosh, this pub was worse than the previous one. They sang those disgusting old songs. What's more CMI was, the person singing it went out of key! All along, Avril and me were laughing, mocking at their singing (Ours weren't good either, but it's just too funny to control the laughter). Grace sang 2 songs. Her vocal was really good man. Plus her looks, confirm alot of guys go after her when she was younger last time. By the way, both Brandon and Grace were over 25 of age. And Brandon kept emphasizing that he was old. Just merely because he overheard that I called him 'cao lau', old, when I was chatting. Petty~ But he pay for all the expenses. Such a waste of money. One trip already cost nearing to 100 bucks. If he goes for such enjoyment frequently, his pocket will burn a big hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, they order 2 jugs of beer, instead of volka for us. Avril barely finish her drink. While Brandon kept encouraging and urging Min and me to drink. Kept adding on beer to our cup when we never said we want more! Forget it, since I'm still sober and knowing that Avril drink very little, I went ahead with him. When he talks to us, he put his hands behind Min and my back. Avril took a glance at him, and he took of his hands. Waha, Avril was our fierce hero! Funny. I moved my butt to the corner of the seat, sensing that his hand brush past 2 times. Okay, it's normal for such accidents and I don't take it to heart. And it's really normal for people to shout closely to one another's ear since the music was so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should he tell me what to do with my hands?!!! He said that girl shouldn't use their hand to cover the front of their shirt when they were bending down or what because there was obviously nothing to see. Obviously is saying about me right!!! Yes, there's nothing to see and he already live to nearly 1/3 of his life, considering he can only live up to 90 years old, and he confirm has seen everything of what a woman has. But hey, that's my habit and he has no right to tell or teach me what to do with my hands okay! Avril then debate with him. Haha, when it comes to debating, who will win Avril!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate frog leg porridge and fries at the roadside after the pub closed. Disgusting, I've never eaten frog leg before and I seriously don't want to eat either. Although all of them said that it taste really nice, but whenever the image of toad flashed to my mind, I felt so disgusted. So I just ate plain porridge added with the sauce. Brandon was showing me what was chilli and the frog with his spoon. He was drunk. Looking at how Grace and him 'dance' while walking, can already tell that they had too much. Mainly because that before they came, Alan and him already had quite alot of drinks. Listening to drunkard sprouting nonsense was damn so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with 5 or 6 drinks and we share a cab with Alan. He was drunk too. Suddenly commented that I looked like Japanese girl in the cab (obviously I have a Singaporean-look). He watched too much of Japan pornography. Dropped him off at his house and we went to ECP. Met up with Jas and his friends after we went to the toilet. Min vomitted. Her body so red but cold. I think she fall sick. Though my legs felt wobbily and walked in a cross manner when I tried so hard to walk straight, I'm back to normal once I reached ECP. I've already went to toilet a few times and the beer has already been drain out, so it doesn't carry anymore of its effect on me. But for pitiful Min, she can only rest at the side on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So left with only Avril and me playing cards on the other table with Jas and friends. I don't even know how to play those games like what they said 'murderer', 'detective', 'bridge', 'heart attack' or whatever man. Ended playing 'dockey', replacing the joker as dockey. Loser has to either kiss or bang his head on the metal board. But nobody accept Avril's suggestion. Played another game of 'zhong ji mi ma', guess number. Loser has to pluck 2 strands of his/her hair. Everybody get their chance to pluck, except me. One of his friend has such fine and silky hair that the hair slipped through your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas's friends went cycling, while I accompanied him and sat at the bench. What if suddenly he felt so depress that he wanted to jump? Lol, lame. Waited from the dark sky turning to bright morning. And still, didn't know what the hell he was trying so hard to say. Okay la, partly was because I'm always laughing and crapping and he didn't had the chance to voice out. A couple was soaking inside the sea kissing and doing some hanky panky things underneath I supposed. What a nice show, but too bad, it was too far to see clearly what else they were doing. Didn't get to see the sun rise either because there's extra trees blocking the view. Didn't get to see any stars either. Told you guys, I'm 'suay' liao, the sky was always foggy when I wanted to admire the stars. Went home by cab and immediately, I changed out the dirty clothes and sleep till afternoon! Too tired to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th of April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day to learn basketball from Simon and White! We were supposingly to meet at 10, but White and me was late by 30 minutes or so. So we went to Arcade to look for him. Simon sounds kinda pissed when he know that I'm still not out yet. Alright, he should've know our 'pattern' when we were working together last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the basketball court near JWSS. Good, only half of the court was occupied. So we took the other half, playing with another extra guy whom we don't know. I am a ball-idiot, so I behave like a statue like what White said, waiting for them to instruct me on what to do next. Suddenly, 'bong...', a basketball has hit right ON my head! I haven't even started playing and the stupid ball hit me before I hit it!!! It was Simon's doing. It wasn't intentionally, but I still want my revenge back! Shouted at him to stand there facing his back at me, to let me hit his head back. Okay, when I'm done hitting, I've forgotten the being hitted incident since it's not as if this was the first time I got hitted by a ball (ALWAYS got hitted by volleyball last time. Wonder if the coach did it deliberately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Simon was playing the ball himself. Hello, the purpose of that meeting was to teach me okay. So he stand beside me, demonstrating how a person should throw the ball. Had a few shoot, but gave up shortly after that. Biang, they were laughing that I haven't eaten any lunch blar blar, that's why my arm no strength, the ball doesn't even touched the board blar blar... If I already know how to aim, should I still asked them to teach me! Eh, anyway I suggested running instead. Between the 2 of them, the loser shall run with me. White lost, but Simon wanted to go running together again. So he carry our bags and the ball running. Idiot shit, shouldn't have suggested running. Both of them are good runner, run as if their stamina was always there. They even can kick the ball to each other, when I'm always panting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through, I got lost of them. Ran everywhere just to search for them (Actually don't want to, but no choice, my bag was with Simon!). At one moment, I saw them behind the pillar, but another second, they were gone. We ended up playing hide-and-seek till I 'catch' them. Quite interesting and fun I think. Later on, we rest at the void teck chit chatting, laming around before heading to Jp to have our lunch. They worked in KFC, so we had it at 1/2 price. Min joined us shortly after they returned with the foods. Suddenly they became so quiet and had so little craps to talk sia. He pour the fries out into my plate when I initially thought that the cashier wanted to save paper so he does that. After our lunch, we walked around Jp looking for their friend (Mery, it should be pronounce as mer-ri what, but they said it's mary) and Min's birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continue their game, while Min and me went to PM to get some ice cream. Mum said that she hasn't had ice cream for a long time, and got me there since GIANT was having a promotion, the ice creams were sold at half price. Brought 2 tubs and 20 sticks of ice creams. Gosh, I can't resist the chocolate ice cream that I ate them everyday! Fattening irresistable temptation! Accompanied Min to study at Mac, while I read my chinese novel. Alot of students studying for O' inside. Haha, looking at how they mug for their mid-year, it really gave me a sense of accomplishment that I wanted to declare 'I HAVE ALREADY TAKEN O' LAST YEAR!'. Okay, being lame here. I think she can sense that I'm having some problem or what that she automatically smsed the person who was the cause of it. I can't hide my feelings from her. She always know what I'm thinking as if my expression were spelt on my face. She know me, and I know her too. I knew that she smsed him though she tried to deny. Thanks for your concern friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111510835598975738?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111510835598975738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111510835598975738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111510835598975738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111510835598975738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-no-longer-want-to-know-truth-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111474417425914385</id><published>2005-04-29T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T16:15:42.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream this morning. A guy I like, confessed to me. Feeling ecstatic, yet disappointed. A lot of questions flock into my mind within that minute. Why did he choose to give me up 2 years ago? Why didn't he made known his feelings earlier? And what's the sudden impulse to tell me that he like me about? My tears flows out without me realising. These are the mistakes I can't forgive and understand last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, I was waiting for an answer. He test my patience. I had given him a lot of chance to tell me how he feel towards me. A lot of doubts came up all this while. What if he don't feel the way like I do? Wouldn't it be better if we were to remain as friends? Mind game. All along, we were playing mind game. Guessing thoughts and feelings with each other. Mind game was interesting at first. But soon it turns into unpredictable feelings and awaiting. Maybe I am unimportant to him. Just a passerby that drop by and leave a foot print in his life journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, guyB was wooing me. He was always there for me. Be it when I'm sad or happy. He will cheer me up when I'm feeling bad. GuyB manage to convince me that I won't be happy waiting for a outcome I don't know. And he is not someone I want. I decided not to continue the marathon, chose to be with GuyB. While for the other guy, we never contact each other until last few months. I dislike waiting for an ending which I don't know what I'm expecting. Maybe I'm expecting too much from a shy person who has such personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship with GuyB didn't last long. I just don't feel the same way, like he does. I realise, I don't like him at all. Maybe I like him as a friend. Ended the short span relationship after 1 month. I hurt 2 guys within such a short period of time. All I can say was, the problems lies in both of us and the timing. We were both cowards who doesn't express feelings. And GuyB appear at the right time when I was just feeling confuse and uncertain of what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years later, we started going out again. And I finally found the key to the answer which I badly wanted to know years ago. Feeling awkward and forthright, I confess that I like him too. All the conversations was done through smses. I made my message clear that I will not accept such insincere way of confessing. Besides, I don't feel like I'm being chased. Girls want to feel that they are important to the guy they like. Just because we both like each other, it doesn't means that he can walk the short cuts. The courting process was easy and smoothing. Not like the usual tough and difficult one would go through to have the girl they long for. Maybe it is okay to other girl, but definitely, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this dream end up with smiles on my face. Feeling delighted. And the happiness was flowing through my veins. Although there are still lots and lots of doubts in my head, I shall leave it to be reveal for the next sweet dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111474417425914385?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111474417425914385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111474417425914385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111474417425914385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111474417425914385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-had-weird-dream-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111467342466602313</id><published>2005-04-28T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T16:16:24.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was the day I whipped up some dishes after since I left secondary school. I remembered I only cook because I have to. Because during secondary school days, F&amp;amp;N students always need to prepare at least 3 or 4 dishes for the practical sessions, hence I have to try the recipes at home. I suddenly recalled that I nearly vomited during my first touch with raw chicken meat. And in the end, Py scolded me and cut it for me. Haha! Funny and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom didn't buy any groceries this week and I'm only left with the limited ingredients inside the refrigerator. There were- chicken meat, crabsticks, mushrooms, luncheon meat and eggs. I washed, sliced out the chicken fats and stir fried it with curry sauce. And my first dish was done. Steam the 'ji dan nian zai wan' aka egg stick on bowl, but this time round I added some luncheon meat inside. This dish's name was invented by me! Since young, I love to eat the steam egg my mom cooked and called it that way since I don't know the exact term for it. So I thought it would be nice if Jas can also get to taste my favourite home-cook food. Last, left the soup. Soaked the mushrooms to make it softer as instructed by mom. Add the rest of the available ingredients into it, and there complete the soup. Mom sometimes also cook soup with the available ingredients, so it's some sort of mixed ingredients soup. Oh ya, I cooked the rice myself also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked those simple dishes myself, without anyone assisting me. Aren't I great? Lol. But guess how long I took to complete these? Almost 2 hours! Housewifes took less than 1/2 hour, and I actually tripled the time? Hack care, at least it is edible. And feedback from my mom that the curry chicken taste nice, considering it is my first attempt. My dad even finished it all! My dad very action one, always act as if my foods sucks and don't want to eat. In the end, he was the one who ate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed the foods down and we ate near the see-saw around my house area. Jas was so bad! He wanted me to cook something to make it a special dinner (which I don't find anything special) but yet he refuses to eat my curry chickens! Complain that he was hungry, but suddenly became full without even finishing the rice. Forced him to finish up the chickens, orelse my effort will gone naught. Next time don't cook already! Surprisely, he bought something as a dessert. It's something difficult, time and effort comsuming food to prepare. Guess guess, anyone can guess correctly will get 1000000000000000 bucks from me. Stop! I shall revealed the answer now. It is- longan soak in ice sugar water! Wah, very difficult to prepare leh. I thought just opened the can, pour longan and add sugar into the juice can already? Waha, anyway, just a joke, it's better than nothing at least. He also some sort of force me to eat that don't-know-if-it's-expire longan. Okay la, thanks, because I expect you to come empty handed. And, next time don't lick the spoon all over, do it when you're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting and showing him my photos in my phone all these. Of course, I skipped the part when there's my pictures coming next. Oh, I didn't get to hear his story of temptation. I can't helped but to burst into laugher when I see his expression trying to tell me that story. I suppose it's something 'dirty' and flirtatious from the starting he said that a girl bring him to a dark corner. Erm, maybe it's not what as I thought and my mind just went crooked la. Although it's just merely a few hours of eating, the night was enjoyable still. I mean among so many times going out, this simple yet short night was the most enjoyable of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Min because I asked her to help me to take the GIANT's application form. I'm sicked of that Jp boring job although the pay is considerably good (you only need to sit there stamping receipts, but of course you must be able to accept stares from passer-bys). I'm a job-hopper ya? Can't stick to one job for long. Sat at the table filling up the forms, chatting and watching her study for her exam tomorrow. Snatched the composition that she wrote from her. Haha, I promised her not to laugh, but still, her English usage was funny. Example, I read through my mother's look book and the receipts. So actually, she was trying to spell 'recipes', not 'receipts'. My English wasn't any better than her either&lt;br /&gt;(I either failed my English test or pass with 2 more marks). Min, don't shout at me if you happened to see this entry. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking her to the bus-stop, a gust of wind blows and we smell perfume. It smell like malay perfume, perfume which malays likes to use. The interesting things was, there's nobody infront or behind us and the smell was so strong. Min said that she already sense the smell when we were sitting down at the table chatting. Eerie! I scream when I thought there's somebody behind me because Min was staring hard at my direction then. We were just frightening ourselves with our imagination running wild. Gotta go and get prepare to meet Wt and WeiTing to get some birthday presents later. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111467342466602313?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111467342466602313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111467342466602313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111467342466602313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111467342466602313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-night-was-day-i-whipped-up-some.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111459364857886973</id><published>2005-04-27T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T16:17:00.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;All the things that I've done last week were jumping all over in my head, so this entry is not in sequence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the days in the week, Venus and me went to Jp to do our nails. We've got the 20 bucks Citibella's voucher which we earn it when we play the nail contest. And we went to do our very first manicure session (we only need to top up 5 bucks)! Well, I'm really satisfied with the result. My nails look so much neater and nicer with the nail polish. She wanted to change her hairstyle and decide to cut her hair. While waiting, even eating my favourite Famous Amos's cookies need extra attention to my nails. Everything we do using our hands, we are careful with our nails. Venus even went to the extent of fearing to wash her hands after visiting the toilet. Lol! What to do, this was our first time doing manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, the hairdresser cut her fringe short. I still prefer her hairstyle before she cut. She was filled with regret too, kept asking me if her hair was weird all sort. She's alot more better than me. Happy-go-lucky, still can joke when she was not satisfied with her new hair cut. If it was me, hur hur, I'll immediately sink into depression. Haha. Before that, we walked around Jp and saw a big, cute, affordable doll!!! Freaking cute that I took a liking for her the moment I saw that doll. There's a choice of boy or girl for that doll. Of course, I like the girl la! Can tie up her hair all these. Somemore her dressing was so cuteee! Both of us bought one. She bought it for her stead, while I decided to give it to Jas since I don't have the habit of hugging or keeping soft toys. Jas, see I'm so nice to have think of you even if I went shopping. Waha, lame~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to Queenway. Walked around carrying that big transparent (we asked for another type, but they only have the transparent one) plastic bags with weird stares. One guy even asked me what is it inside. Kpoh. Didn't get myself any clothes since the shops were going to close soon. Only ended up with 2 beach shorts home. I'm growing fat, my old shorts were too tight for my fat butt to fit into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doll's height was about to my hips? Resemble a 3 years old kid's size. In the middle of the night, I was taking picture of that doll (I named her ah girl, but later change to Kelly since someone find the name 'kampong'). Then my mom commented that she looks like a real human. Gosh, it's night time and she said something scary! So I left Kelly on the sofa instead of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days past, and I entrust Kelly to Jas's care on the day we watched 'Creeps'. I got myself a cute pig and keychain in return. Lame movie. I was expecting myself to leave the cinema with pale face initially, but too bad, it just wasn't scary enough. Once the murderer who look like alien came out, the show isn't interesting already. Since I know who is the murderer, what is there for me to look forward? Actually I can felt that he was kinda scare when he turned his head away when there's horror scenes la. So he was timid! Lol, love to watch such movies with people who are more timid than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get freak out watching such murdering movies, but I do get scare watching horror movies about ghost all sorts. There's disgusting (not disgusting to me though since they did not show the scene) scenes like stabbing body fleshes and that's why it's NC16. I know I don't look like one who is above 16, so checking of IC is anticipated. Buy ticket uncle checked, go inside uncle also checked. Troublesome! And the staff didn't even check Jas's IC when we were about to go in ok! Why checked mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the potato chips that we smuggled inside, ate KFC and we went home. Didn't felt like eating anything due to my stomach problem. But in the end, I ate the food he bought. Eh, next time don't shy la, I won't peep at you when you eat! Actually I dislike going home early, but no choice, can't find anything to do and we live so far from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I felt the urged to eat 'Rotiboy' after since my mom bought one a few weeks back. In the evening when Avril and I were deciding to run to BoonLay to get one, my mom came home with one 'Rotiboy'. Occassionally, my mom was good. Ate half along the way and gosh, it sucks if you gonna finish the whole bread. The butter is oily. If you eat half of it, it taste heavenly. But to finish it all by yourselves, it taste sickening! So we ran to Jp to get her brother's presents instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, also Avril and my running day, we went to jog after my work. But this time round, Min joined us. Ran 2 rounds around my school and 3 rounds is 2.4km. So we estimated that we ran about 2km? The three of us chit chat at PM till we felt like going home. A Ah Beng look-alike man with tattoo, came and talk to me. He said he chat with my friend before and we've seen each other. Avril kept telling me not to chat with him and he was lying. So we stopped. Actually, I think Avril wass right, I don't know him at all. I tried so hard to recall my memories if I've seen him before, and to realise, yes he was a complete stranger. Min was used to my nonsense because I always chat to strangers as if I am their friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bring up the past which I chatted with a guy that she thought was my schoolmate. But later to find out that he just wanted to go near me and Min pulled me away. Avril said that she usually ignore and won't bother to entertain such lamers. But it's kinda rude not replying when they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="file:////ey"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; are talking to you right? And what if he really know me but I don't know him? Okay, enough of know or don't know matter la, not important also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They waited at my block for me to bring down some drinks. While laming there, they spotted a black stray dog. And worse, it was walking towards our direction. Among the 3 of us, only Avril was the brave one, she wasn't scare of dogs. As they said that the dog was coming near me, I got extremely frightened that I asked Avril to sit closer to me all sort. Somemore it's midnight, there's aren't people walking around and we are the only 3 humans there! She was ensuring that nothing will happen all these. But I am damn fucking scare that I cried. Useless girl. Maybe that dog have conscience, knowing that I'm scare, he strolled away. Think too much~ Min catched the last bus home and I never saw that dog on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-working day, classmates who I never talk to before, talk to me. I think Venus know him, but I forgot their names. He accompanied me for hours standing and chatting beside me. Quite a good way for me to pass time faster. While chatting half way through, he chatted about relationships and stuffs. Gosh, he was facing down and look as if he wanted to jump down! What a sadistic and depress person he was. Quickly jumped to other topic before he really sink into sadness. Faint. All sorts of weird peoples I've met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-this week, met Jas and his friends joined us shortly after we were walking around Heeren. The main purpose of the trip was to accompany Avril watching a NC16 movie (she never watched before and wanted to catch one) before the ticket price went up in May. Bought the 7pm tickets and waited for her at LJS. I'm a fast shopper and browser, I finished walking the whole mall in about 1/2 an hour? Usually it's my friends who will slowly browse through every clothes and shops, then I'll also start to pick up clothes and try. It's glad that they can control my shopping speed if they take their own sweet time shopping. So look for Jas's clothes instead since he complained he always wear the same tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't notice people's dressing, so it makes no difference if they were to wear repeated clothing unless they told me. Lol. Spotted a button shirt and it looks nice. He tried it on and bought one. It's nice, but the price is kinda steep. Maybe guy's shirt cost more or what? I don't know. I just think that the price is not important, what's more important is the variety of clothes you have. You can have very less and expensive clothes, but who cares? They don't go asking you how much you pay for it right? But having more variety of clothing but inexpensive is different. What shit am I talking about now? Suppose to type about the trip and now I'm going into discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back there. As long as it fitted, look nice on him and he like it, who bother about the price for that moment. I'm more worse, I often splurge on clothes which I like but doesn't fits me. Catched that movie called 'Iron 3?'. At first, it's boring to me and I think it's some sort of arts film or what? Because the male lead did not even utter ONE word in the movie! I think the only interesting part is when he was inside the jail that keeps me laughing. In conclusion, male lead is a lunatic guy, female is a famous porn actress (alot of the wall hangs her nude picture and that's why I came to this conclusion that she was in this trade), female got abuse by her husband, male and female fall in love with each other, male arrested into jail for mistaken as murderer, escaped and master the skill of being transparent, both of them live together secretly with her husband. The end~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas's friend, Rudy, is quite funny sometimes. Don't know if it's his speech or looks funny. Aiya, everything is funny to me. Nobody suggested going elsewhere and we went home. The week was either going out, working or doing cross-stitching on the cross stitch which I just bought. Other than that inconsiderate indian kid who puke on the bus, making the whole bus stink. And making everybody who stands near him got their shoes and clothes stain, nothing bad happened. He is a kid, but so what? He should be old enough to think, judging at his age and should behave considerably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111459364857886973?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111459364857886973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111459364857886973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111459364857886973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111459364857886973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-things-that-ive-done-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111381337617951056</id><published>2005-04-18T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T16:17:32.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to NP to complete the matriculation procedure. Alot of peoples, but the service was fast. I did not register for the FOC Camp with Liyana. Just don't feel like paying 20 bucks for the camp to know new campus mates. Hey, I hate orientations regardless whether the games are fun or not and I can familiarise myself to the directions okay! Next, waited for Avril's arrival at Venus's counter. Venus cover up my position for I had taken leave. Shopped around and bought myself a pair of sport shoes. I've long ago wanted one since it might be useful if I suddenly have the urge to do some exercise. Morever, the shoes is bought at a 50% discounted price, which means less than 100 bucks for a pair of sport shoes. Inexpensive yet brand. Jokes came in when I was tricked by Avril that a soccer shoes was a track shoes and when I asked stupid questions if that the shoes I am pointing at, can be used for running or not (obviously it is a track shoes to people who has general knowledge!). Afraid that the sales girl may laugh at my ignorant, I secretly whispered my questions to Avril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, okay, I admit I'm a shoes-idiot and I do not specialise in any sports, so Avril was always the one introducing me to such stuffs (and I remembered my swimming suit was chosen by her also). I mean, I am not a sporty person and I rarely frequent shop selling sports's products. Even if I do so, it will only be fast browsing for me. I find those products expensive yet normal. Look at those Nike, Fila or Elle shirts, they are so expensive and inpractical. I mean, buy things which you need and want, but of course, within your budget, don't just goes for the brands. Wah, I lame so many things about that when initially this is not the topic for the day! To end, Avril was always the one who first came to my mind when I am considering buying such products. Because her general knowledge was always wider than mine in this case. Eh, come to think of it, I knew nothing about sports, maybe a little bit of knowledge on Volleyball only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas also arrived shortly after we've finished laming around. Passed him the LipIce. He was so scare to use it because I bluff him that I wanted to secretly use it and then that will be an indirectly kissing if he were to use it. Lol, I didn't use it la. Oh gosh, he don't dare to come over, afraid that Avril might recognise him (Avril saw him once). Venus wanted to talk to him and walked to his direction since he don't want to take the first move. Anyway, we left our things at Venus's counter and went for dinner at LJS. Freaking funny man. I mean he don't want to talk to any of us. Only Avril and me ate and chat. Guess it's super duper boring for him to be there, listening to our girl's talk until he nearly fallen asleep. What's more interesting was that we saw a woman pulling (not pushing) the cart! Lol, weird sight in Jp. Avril went home and the two of us stone there accompanied Venus till she finishes her job. Kinda unwilling and forced to be there in the first place la, because Max was there and she want us to accompanied her to avoid awkwardness. But because that's when friends came in handy, we waited for her. It's kinda bad of us to laugh at Jas la, but he is more bad to have want to trick me into telling him what we were laughing about by lying that Avril has already told him all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and Max took the same bus as me. He said he got something wanted to chat with me, so we sit at the void teck below my block. Hmm, chit chat awhile about all sorts of things before I rushed back home to get change for the run with Avril later. I'm glad that we are those straight cut friends, which means both of us habour no feelings more than friends for each other. And he treats me as a guy, while he is just a good friend of mine. Jogged from my house to BLSS, gosh, it is killing me. I am always the one giving up after running short distance. My stamina sucks and I refused to continue running after which my stomach felt the squeezing pain, despite Avril's constant encouragement to continue any further. So it's time to build up my stamina again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Yeo and Perfect 10's dj came to Jp to celebrate Jp's 10th Anniversary. I don't understand what's the fuss about this building who has been on the ground for 10 years and that they had to organise so many activities just to celebrate it's standing of so many years. That 'shi quan shi mei' by Kym Ng, hiring Mediacorp's artists to come to Jp to play games almost every weeks, advirtisements, giving out moneys to shoppers if they win the lucky draw and so on... I will be jobless if Jp don't organise giving out luckydraw coupons to shoppers, but it is a waste of money to attract crowds. Alright, shut my mouth up for this issue since Jp has huge financial pools. Back to Jamie Yeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to organise games and if you manage to finish painting people's nails within 1 minute, you can get to win 10 free manicure sessions, provided that you have the skill and speed. Claudia, one of the management member, asked the malay girl (Julie) and me to close our counter and came down to play the game. Venus was included as well. We were asked to pose off as contestants, acting as if we were purely shoppers, joining the contest. Gosh, it is an order, so we HAVE to join. I hate the feeling of going up on stage and when everybody was looking at me man. Situation changed, but this time round, Venus was the one painting my nails, instead of me painting others nail. Damn funny when we were on the stage man, because she actually painted my skin as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly. Can't believe that I actually bullshit that Venus was good at it when the host questioned us. Guessed the judges and hosts sees through us that we were fooling around. Er, Jamie Yeo was pretty and thin, like what you saw on Tv. What to add? I think nothing else except that we had fun for that few minutes (I was very unwilling to take part initially).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work as per normal. What a longgg entry I've written in detail for that 2 days. Shall leave no content for this day and give a break for my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111381337617951056?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111381337617951056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111381337617951056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111381337617951056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111381337617951056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-headed-to-np-to-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111347176819626620</id><published>2005-04-14T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T17:51:44.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This may be my last public entry. Future entry will not be published out unless I feel like doing so. Reasons are simple, I'm fucked up. I hate my life. My sisters. My everything. Maybe because I am going through menstruation these few days, I felt so empty. Every female experience mood swing for a week every months. But this time round, I really felt as if I am nothing. Yes, nothing. I am so pissed by everything. Didn't know that dating my friends out to buy our 4 years friend, Venus's birthday present was such a difficult task to accomplish. Forget it, don't buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the childishness and stupidity of my sisters. To prevent me from using her computer, she put the keyboard and mouse on top. But this didn't stop me from using it. Reason why she was doing so, was because she said I did not put back her things back to the chair whenever I sit on it to use the computer. Everytime? I knew that she was a petty person who try to find faults with me and of course, most of the times I did put back her things in place. Throwing temper at me. See what I mean childish? I'm used to it, I ignored. The slightest things I do, they will be unhappy. Biased. I distance myself from my parents. They will find me 'fan' or irritating. If not, we will quarrel. Maybe our 'eight characters' doesn't fit. I hate being ps and the sad things is, I am always being ps. How screwed up my life was... Pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention anything about my stirred up emotions anymore. A few days back, went out to celebrate Venus's birthday with Max and Pam. The four of us went to eat Swesen and catch 'Samara'. Max ordered a ice cream cake for Venus. Atmosphere was good, they even played birthday songs 2 times. Sang birthday songs, blow candles, chit chat and ate. Samara, quite a scary movie. Because we bought the tickets early, we get to sit at the last row. The sound effect at the back was superb, mainly because of it, it scares us. Venus and Pam share a piece of cloth and they covered it whenever there's scary part. Looking at how scare they were, it's freaking funny. To me, I am slowly immune to this genre of movie, therefore I felt nothing and kept my eyes wide throughout the movie. Except for a part that I jumped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met BingLong and we went to eat supper at Tamah Jurong. 4 of us went, except Pam because she cannot stay out late. Took the last bus there, ate and chit chat. We didn't felt like going home yet, so sat below the block. Max want to send Venus home, but she didn't want him to. Bing Long kept dragging me away to create chance for Max and Venus. So we went to Superbowl to play Arcade, leaving them alone. Anyway, we waited for Max there. Wave a cab and went home. I had been abused by Bing Long. Charged him for child abuse. Kept beating me, my legs or fats when I wanted to ask the Taxi driver if he encounter any eerie experience while driving at night before. Anyway, reached home around 2 plus, tired till I headed straight to my bed. Suprisingly, I spent 0 cent that night. Movies, supper and cab expenses were all paid by Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to do the thumb print at Boon Lay for the GIRO thing. Then accompanied Min to put her braces. While waiting outside, Xin Lin called me. A unexpected call from her. Catch up with her about her studying in Innova. She still prefers us. Her new Jc friends doesn't click with her. Maybe my future classmates at Np were not be as fun as I thought either. Sian, tomorrow has to go down to Np to do the registration thingys. Goodbye my blog-readers for last. Maybe I will still be blogging in future once I sorted out my feelings after menstruation. Who knows? Nothing is predictable from a crazy girl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say now is, these few days, I am not myself. Not the Kelly Ong I used to be. Report me to IMH now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111347176819626620?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111347176819626620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111347176819626620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111347176819626620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111347176819626620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-may-be-my-last-public-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111320361304205492</id><published>2005-04-11T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:54:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates! Recieved Np's package last few days, and it is making me mad!!! So many formS to fill up! And those chim things are so frustrating! Liyana is also one of them who became angry after opening up the package. I'm not gonna bother about these forms until days before I went for that matriculation activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got introduced by Venus to work in Jp. The pay is too good to be true for this easy job. We're working for Jp upcoming activities. It is it's 10th anniversary and we've to issue luckydraw coupons for shoppers. On every level, there is a small booth tended by one person. All we have to do is to sit down there, record down the receipt amounts and serial numbers, stamped and issued the coupons. However the sad thing is, they only need us for 3 days. Which means I absolutely have time from Monday to Thursday and here I am, typing and editing the mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First working day (Friday), I was assigned to be at Level 2, infront of 'Toys 'R' US'. Pretty happy to be at that position though I often got stares from strangers. It's common for them to react this way. Imagined someone sitting in the middle of the pathway and you'll wonder why she is there right? Venus was at Level 3 and at the night, we swopped positions. Gosh, Level 3's floor is making me mad!!! It is postioned at the middle of the bridge towards the cinema and when people walked past, you can feel the vibrations!!! Max came to look for Venus and we chatted. CheeWei and gang dropped by when we've not talk for years. Rare. Even schoolmates whom I've not spoken to before, asked me about my posting. Lol, funny. Almost everyday, I saw my classmates, schoolmates or even primary schoolmates. Coming across familiar faces in Jp isn't rare. A uncle came to my counter for 3 times to redeem his coupons and chit chat. He told me about his travel experiences, maid blar blar. One funny thing was, he kept the Magic Clean paper wipe for mop inside his bag? He was interestingly friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second working day (Saturday) was terrible. Long story about how I landed up in Level 3 counter. In short, Venus's sister came and we change change change, change places until the newcomer (a malay lady) thought she was supposely to be at Level 2. Terrible until I wanted to vomit. The vibrations was making my head giddy. It's like those long bumpy ride bus journey that were always giving me headache. Without anyone to talk to me or my Mp3, I'm bound to get headache after the long bus journey. Avril and Min knew that. Conclusion is, I'm feeling extremely terrible that day when I've to sit at the bridge for 10 hours. Totally moody and angry that I never smiled to anyone. Besides, there's very less people coming to redeem for coupons compare to Level 2. Which means, I'm slowly decomposing there. Don't feel like taking the bus when the queue is freaking long, stroll home instead. It certainly helped to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a unexpected enjoyment for me. Initially I told Venus how unwilling I don't want to to be at Level 3, hoping that she'll talk to the management about it since she've worked there before and knew familiar names. I've even decided that I am going to quit this job for good if I was to be stationed at the bridge. What I heard from Venus was a disappointment to me. But nevermind, I saw Claudia, one of the management team and spoken out my opinions about the vibrations feeling and we shifted the table to the side. Which means, I can continued to work without feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new position was situated infront of the Kopitiam. A more weird place where I'm sitting. But I should be glad that I needn't stationed at that bridge. At first, I'm feeling uncomfortable sitting in the middle of the pathway with peoples walking to and fro. However as time passes, more and more shoppers came to redeem their coupons. And I became happier with business growing and I need not rot. Time passes faster with works to do. My smile widened even bigger when aunties and strangers chat with me. I don't feel like eating when I have to eat alone. So everyday, my meal is settled with a bottle of yogurt drink and tidbits. Great way of slimming down ya? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, a lady and a man came to chat with me about my eyebrows and so on. That lady teaches piano when she doesn't look like one. The man standing beside her, kept complimenting how good her skill of plucking eyebrows was blar blar. They began to talk about my looks and so on and the lady even offered to teach me&lt;br /&gt;the skill of plucking eyebrows. Just because the lady like Kym Ng, she kept complimenting my looks inorder that I will helped her get Kym's signature. She thought that since I will be working there and my table has advertisement of Kym and Chow Chu Ming's show, Kym will dropped by since my table is a obvious place where people can notice. Yes, they always came to Jp to film variety show, but I don't think I want to get her signature for her either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish they will not come to Jp so often! So 'malu' with a group of people filming show and you are sitting along the pathway?!! And she kept begging me, I spitted a white lie that I'll helped her. Or in specific, she insisted that I should get for her and I have no chance to reject her though I tried to. Outgoing, she was. We exchanged number since I see no harm making friends. The auntie who came two times, slowly joined in our conversation when that lady asked her for opinions. Then said that I should be called sweet but not cute because cute is for childrens blar blar... And compliment my attitude and looks after they are gone. Chatted about shows and so on. Unexpected customers which made my day brightened up. You know, girls love to be compliment occassionally. Whether or not they are speaking the truth, I still enjoyed chatting with strangers. I am starting to like the new positions despite that I've to sit under the hot Sun during afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Kym came to chat with Venus and commented that she is overaged doll or whatever? Venus's sister and me quickly shunned when we saw that the camera is facing our direction. Her big eyes and dressing has caught Kym's attention. So tune in to Channel 8 on Thursday for Princess Venus. Lol, she'll kill me if she knew I'm advertising for her. Okay la, don't watched because maybe the 2 minutes conversation will be cut off. But chances are slimmed according to their style. They're looking for children aged 10 and below, am I right? Because I saw some kids dressing up exaggeratingly as a princess taking part in the contest? More ridiculous things was, aunties, not one but two, came to ask if I am selected. !!! Do I looked like children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious matter here. Not really serious, but I am concern about it. I am starting to ponder if I should change myself for the better. In the sense that I feel the equality. I shared alot of my life, thoughts or whatsoever that concern myself to people around me. But in return, I received less than what I gave. The world is never fair, and I knew I can't possibly expects the same. I complain complain and talk talk talk and talk about my life to friends. I mean, they knew my life, but I don't know theirs. They understand my life, I don't know what is happening in theirs. One thing for sure is, they understand my life, but not me. They don't know what I really want, neither do I know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, I have no idea what I'm blabbering about for these paragraphs. Maybe I'm expecting too much from a friend. This tells me how much I treasured them. Because you'll care for someone who stand some place in your heart, but not someone you don't know. Get what I mean? Or I should not reveal too much of my boring life to them just because I felt that communication will strengthen friendship. Besides, nobody cares and nobody want to know about my life either. And I knew I will do that. A talkative people like me can also 'talk' through other sources than really talk. The sources I refers to is this blog, my bear, cats or whatever la. It doesn't matter. A long entry ya? I'm gone now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111320361304205492?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111320361304205492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111320361304205492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111320361304205492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111320361304205492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/updates-recieved-nps-package-last-few.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111261458915083705</id><published>2005-04-04T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:42:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Jp after meeting Venus and Py. And I decided to come online since the 7pm show now wasn't to my liking. Hmm, it actually reminds me of the days when the 3 of us always hang out together. After school, we would always hang around in Jp aimlessly. And of course I remembered those mornings when we were late together. We will call each other to meet at Jp if 1 of us was to be late. Then eat breakfast or my favourite 'tou hua' until 8 plus before we head for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus bought tops for herself, while me, a skirt. It's freaking funny just now man. When the two of us were sitting inside library waiting for Py, she took out her top and discover that it's torn! And a part area of the skirt is stain with superglue! Thinking if we should go back and exchange for a better one. You know, the sales girl was already complaining about her brother to her friend when we were trying out those clothes. And if we were to go back and change, she maybe will complain about that behind our back too. So evil me, went to poke a hole at the belt, intending to use that extra imperfection to gain enough reason to exchange. Lol, I'm so mean! Py was nagging at my doing. Funny man, she will always nag at us when we were doing something bad. The top that Venus bought was already on offer and therefore they stated 'CANNOT TRY'. But she try it secretly inside the library. Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we did went back to change. Nothing ridiculous happened. I kept asking Py whether she wanted to eat Famous Amos's cookies when she already rejected. But she still share it with me! Haha, gonna eat those tidbits which we bought at NTUC later. My mom discover that I have a small tummy that day when I was sitting down. She's laughing at those unwanted fats. I don't have so much fats accumulated around my arms, tummy and body areas last time. Don't know ever since 2 months ago, then discovered that I'm growing fatter. But hack care, I will still munch on tidbits and chocolate. That's the way I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111261458915083705?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111261458915083705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111261458915083705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111261458915083705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111261458915083705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-came-back-from-jp-after-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111253837863359435</id><published>2005-04-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:26:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to pay respect to my grandpa's tombstone. Actually I don't feel like going there. But in the end decided to go because my mom want someone to accompany her. Took a ride from my uncle's van and went there after walking around GIANT. My grandma looks sad. It's natural for her to react this way. He died in the year which I was born. Which means I never seen him before. Heard from mom that he was a great man. He knew how to speak those really slang English with those Ang mohs. And often communicate with them because of his working environment. The cemetery seems peaceful despite the laughter and voices of my relatives. Then continue staying out by meeting Avril to walk around Causeway point. We were cracking jokes about a particular guy. Mostly laughing at his reactions. Initially Venus wanted to join us, but didn't because of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today met Min to shop in Town. Getting sick of those same shopping venue. But what to do, Singapore is so small and even by looking at the Mrt map, we can't think of other places full of shops. Sat at the fountain eating and watching passerby. See how sick and tired of walking around the same place again and again, that we don't even feel like browsing those shops? Bought a skirt and shoe since they cost less than 50 bucks. Hmm, Ru Hua was so freaking funny inside the variety show just now. What to blog leh? Don't feel like blogging, lazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111253837863359435?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111253837863359435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111253837863359435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111253837863359435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111253837863359435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-went-to-pay-respect-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111228132700250841</id><published>2005-03-31T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:22:10.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm late for work this morning and just when I thought I missed the buses, one just wait for me at the bus stop. I was obviously strolling to the bus stop since I thought the second bus was just stopping at the road for some repair work. But no! The uncle flap the door open for me. There's not a single soul inside the entire bus except the driver and me. The first bus infront of the bus I'm not boarding was packed instead? Feeling uneasy, I asked the driver why there's no passengers except me. He just said all of them has alighted. At one of the stops, he stop and opened the door when there's no one boarding the bus. Eerie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new girl working when I report for work. Impossible that we need three persons (Jennifer, me and new girl) tending the small shop. Jennifer called and asked Lisa. Lisa said she forgot to tell me that it's my off day today. FORGOT?!!! One word 'forgot' has cause me to wake up so early, wasted bus fares and time!!! I'm damn fuming mad that I gonna explode! Her attitude sucks! I've called to tell her that I'm quitting. That's it, I don't care a damn for that low-paid job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I questioned my mom why the shirt that I've not wear before become enlarge after one wash blar blar... She comment that I should better go work, she'll be more happier staying at home alone without my presence. It's quite saddening that even my mom can't stand me. She find me too talkative, complaining and naggy. Who else can stand these? Plus my hot and bad tempered, nobody can stand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to meet Avril to shop shortly after I reached home since we've already made a deal. Good for my mom ya? Now I'm going out, leaving her alone for the peace she wanted. And yet, she said I wanted to go out again when I just came back? Funny. We went Bugis. Gosh, it's raining and we're stuck in Bugis Village. Shopped shopped and bought several tops and a bag. So I'm left with shoes, bottoms and more tops for poly life. Why shoes since I've slippers? Because... Avril said poly doesn't allow students to wear slippers. Her brother got a warning letter before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't really share with me happenings in her life, while I didn't reveal much too. I'm afraid that she may find me talkative or noisy. Sometimes you really wonder if you should really talk when you don't know if that person is interested in what you're sharing right? Hmm Avril has been receiving compliments from her friends. Yeap, she deserve them. To me, her eyes, skin tone nose and face's features had always been beautiful. She wanted herself fair, while I long for a tanned skin. GOD is deliberately leaving flaw on our mentality and appearance when HE create us ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Jp to met Da Pang, the GIANT guy whom Avril find him funny. Walked around Jp and again, walked to Boon Lay market place since DP wanted to eat his dinner there. Gosh, walked again... Really freak me out when he said that Ah Gua was coming over. It's a joke. We share a dessert, while he ate his rice. A bee fly onto my cheek without me knowing, until DP helped me to catch it and throw it onto the floor. Biang, the bee sting my finger instead. Numb. Both of them tried to pluck out the needle inside the flesh. Hmm, as what Avril said, DP was kinda behaving like a big brother to us. He's leaving Singapore next Wednesday, all the best~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, 'Eye 10' wasn't scary at all. I still can get to sleep. It's really hilarious, especially the hip pop part. I'm gonna search for job with Venus soon since she's jobless too! There's still almost two months before I get stressed up with studies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111228132700250841?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111228132700250841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111228132700250841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111228132700250841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111228132700250841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-late-for-work-this-morning-and-just.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111209614962272441</id><published>2005-03-29T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:47:47.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh!!! I don't know why I'm feeling so bad these few days. Everything irritates me. And just when I'm irritated, I saw some shit tagging in my tagboard, asking me to go to hell. I mean I don't mind people who I don't know making senseless remarks, but NOT WHEN I'm irritated!!! The reason why I'm so bad tempered is because on the bus journey back to JP, a baby kept crying non-stop for no reason! She was smiling this second, and crying the next minute. This continue for the 30 minutes journey and apparently, most of the passengers were showing sign of displease by her crying noise too. I only like obedient kids, noisy ones is a big NO! Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so early today? Because Lisa, Boss's wife, came and asked me to go home, while she take over me. Gosh, that bo liao David even talk to me about the issue of me getting late almost everyday. Hack care, I don't care a damn. Really. Business has been so bad recently that we can rot inside the shop if there's no customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite alot of things to blog, but I've got no idea where to start from. Gonna meet Jas to catch 'Eye 10' later. Hope it is not scary as what Min comment. If not, I gonna experience sleepless nights with my imagination running wild again. Going to prepare myself, bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111209614962272441?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111209614962272441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111209614962272441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111209614962272441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111209614962272441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/argh-i-dont-know-why-im-feeling-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111183780200778071</id><published>2005-03-26T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:25:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas came over and bought a toy from this shop. Instead of pursuading him to buy things from the shop, I kept asking him not to buy anything. It's a waste of money ya? I will bullshit how good that products is to customers, but I will blurt out my frank comments to my friends. Haha. In the end, he still bought a small DIY robot. Jennifer bought one too. Jennifer comment that Jas is a VERY EXTREMELY shy guy. Haha, ya, he really shy until he never had any eye contact with her. Gosh, I don't know why I'm more and more short temper nowadays. The fish porridge I ate was not fresh. The red tee which I bought during my working time because the current tee I'm wearing sucks, was ugly. Feel SO IRRITATED that time when that uncle keep bullshitting that the tee suits me blar blar. Please loh, I'm working in sales line too, of course I know what you are thinking la!!! I get SO pissed off when people whom I don't know, kept looking at me. Never saw human before ar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, a crazy guy came into the shop and walked around me. Stand and stare at me when I was at the counter. I thought he was some spy sent by that idiotic boss, David, and I asked if I can help him in anything. He didn't replied me and ignore what I'm saying. Obviously I sensed something wrong with that guy and distance myself away from him. Walked to the entrance and he followed me! Kept looking at me again!!! Gosh, confirm a 'siao kia' this time round. By that time, Jennifer came back from her toilet visit. Before that I am so scare because there's nobody elses inside the shop except him and me! I think he is aiming at me because I smiled to him. He walked around the shop, peeping at us through the glass. Luckily he didn't return back, orelse Jennifer was going to call for the security. It's not really a 'good' Friday ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that today was my off day, Avril was free (she is always busy)! I don't know if she just happens to be free today, or that she made her day free for me. Anyway, I was indeed glad that I can spent my rare free time with a bunch of really good friends. They are WanTing, Avril and Min. We went to Orchard to meet up with Min after her mouth scanning things. Wow, finally her dream come true. That is to get herself a braces. Ate Burger King and chat awhile there. Those guys sitting behind us, were eavesdropping on our conversation about Easter Day and Good Friday. Funny? Since I know they were talking about our topic, I am eavesdropping on them too. Lol! Min said that the new movie 'jian gui 10' or whatever was not scary? Hmm, maybe I should catch that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window shopping for a few hours at FarEast before all of us went our seperate way. Avril kept insisting that I should get myself a skirt because she find it nice blar blar... But I just don't feel like getting myself anything today since I didn't really fancy anything there. Maybe next time when we went out together. It's been so long since the four of us gather out together. Everytime, it's either one of us is missing if we were to go out. Surprisingly, we didn't take neoprints for this trip. With a handphone, you can take pictures anytime you like and what for wasting 8 bucks taking pictures when it can be free? I even had to wake Avril up by making idiotic faces (we were sleepy then). Hai, Min has to work, WanTing and Avril had to go somewhere else at evening, so I went home. This is a really short shopping day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111183780200778071?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111183780200778071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111183780200778071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111183780200778071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111183780200778071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/friday-jas-came-over-and-bought-toy.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111167846071249142</id><published>2005-03-24T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:41:12.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies faster after since Jennifer and me chatted more. We are getting use to each other and complaining about those customers together. Lol, she said that I'm kinda good at complaining when I asked her. Everyday without fail, a ah gong will always bring a small malay child into our shop and play. That little was SO CUTE man, his eyes was so big and hair kinda curly. Then to find out from Jennifer that the ah gong and the little boy had no blood relationship at all. That ah gong was a neighbour of his mother and since ah gong has no wife, little boy's mother let ah gong to take care of him during the day. Racial harmony ya? Ah gong didn't bring little boy here today because his mother was working in a childcare centre as a part timer, so she has to bring cute boy there. He must be real sad that he didn't get to see him. His eyes was kinda teary when he told Jennifer that he won't be bringing little boy here everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted about ghost stuff, movies, married life, studies blar blar... almost everything under the Sun. And I am becoming more active towards serving customers. I took the initiative to serve customers because I like the satisfaction of closing the deal when customers buy your products. Today sales was doubled the amount yesterday! Though I'm already a professional in crapping, Jennifer has taught me that I've to bull shit more inorder for customers to buy those things. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago or what, I can't remembered, two ladies went inside the shop. Obviously that they were just browsing the shop, not intending to get anything, so I ignored them. I then asked Jennifer to serve them, but you know what? She said there's nobody in the shop! Indeed, when I searched the shop, there's not a single soul except us. Gosh, it's either they disappeared into air or walked away while we were chatting (possible when we were standing at the entrance?)? Anyway, hack care~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed Lisa, interviewer, about my off day. And she actually said Saturday when she told me that I MUST work on weekends. Wth, I've already decided to go out with my friends on Friday and now she told me this?!!! Made my blood boil! Most of them are not free on Saturday. Fine!!! I shall just find my own programme for this precious off day when I've already work continuously for 10 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Py was kinda forced to study in MI by her parents. She wanted to go to poly, but her parents don't allow her to. I would support her going to poly since both were also 3 years process. Morever, there's a diploma cert if she gets into poly, rather than a worthless A' cert. Gonna pass her those subjects notes I've collected in YJC tomorrow during my working time since she needs it. Good luck Py, don't be too sad about it, you can do it if you put in efforts!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111167846071249142?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111167846071249142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111167846071249142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111167846071249142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111167846071249142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-flies-faster-after-since-jennifer.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111145261141855081</id><published>2005-03-22T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T08:50:11.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yap, as expected (remember my 6th sense very accurate?), I got into NP. And it's the course I wanted, not I want to go into, but cannot go into. First choice somemore! Woken up by Wileen's sms, orelse I won't be waking up early in the morning just to check the posting results, maybe a few more days later. Yawn, there's still half an hour more before I prepared for work. Good morning, hope everyone will get posted to the poly/JC/ITE they desire. Gotta catch some sleep now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111145261141855081?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111145261141855081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111145261141855081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111145261141855081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111145261141855081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/yap-as-expected-remember-my-6th-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111133517265745772</id><published>2005-03-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:19:50.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Typical working day today, but time past slower. To leave a good impression for the new lady working with me today, I arrived there on time! But she was later than I thought. A outgoing person she is, and how can I not grab this opportunity to slack? She serve most of the customers, while I, standing or sitting smsing/staring into blank. However, she took such a long time to come back from toilet visit! Must be slacking too. She doesn't ask me to do works because she is a untidy person, often mess up the clothes which I just folded. It's not a bad idea working with a person worse than me. She got a free 'qing tang' from her friend and offer it to me. Gosh, the sugar content is gonna add to another extra loads to my weight again! When Boss came and spot check on this outlet, I was caught red-handed, folding arms, standing and doing nothing. Hack care, I'm sick of this boring job, sack me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what should I blog about today since I've got a chance to come online... Oh! Pam visited me with her stead before she went home! Lol, I feel so short standing beside her. Time for me to burn my fats already~ (better to be say than done) I walked home just now because I want to take this chance to get rid of the excess body fats. Lol, no lah, it's actually because... I don't have enough money!!! There's a bangadesh cycling and U-turn to wait for me at the traffic light. Kept looking at me. People staying at Jurong area should know that getting stares from foreign workers is common since there are so many construction sites here. But I'm already so tired and he is behaving idiotic! Sped up my pace and stand beside him. Initially wanted to scold him off, but there's another man waiting for the green man also. Just when I am about to scold him when I was already staring at him, he cycled off. Kns! Felt as if there some 'dirty things' following me and my heart was stomping. Haha, I'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, nothing to complain/blog about today, tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111133517265745772?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111133517265745772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111133517265745772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111133517265745772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111133517265745772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/typical-working-day-today-but-time.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111124662279951067</id><published>2005-03-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:50:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As what you guys (blog-reader) should have expected, I'm gonna blog about my working day at that children shop!!! It's had been 4 days since I work there. I'm working with a girl name, Jennifer. Though she looks kinda 'dao' but overall a nice person. She allow me to sit down, slack, late, not to serve customers sometimes and use handphone openly! Tomorrow is her off day and there will be someone replacing her. Oh gosh, she said that by right, I shouldn't do all these things which I'm always doing. I should secretly use my handphone, stand at most of the time (shouldn't sit for too long), always serve whoever customers that step into the shop blar blar... She allowed me to do that because she doesn't mind, but she can't guarrantee that the person taking over her tomorrow will not mind too. Gosh!!! I've to act hardworking tomorrow and stand for most of the 12 hours!!! But I'm not bad either, helped her buy her dinner at the market everyday. Followed her instructions like folding clothes, sweeping the floor blar blar... Another thing was, sadly to say that this shop is not as small as I imagined. I thought there will be not much customers (or even less than 10 each day) since most of my friends said that there wasn't much crowds in this plaza. Yes, there wasn't much peoples, but this shop is just opposite Shop&amp;Save! So those aunties will drop by everytime after they shopped. Suay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically my jobs was to serve customers (help them find size, take things etc etc) and keep the place neat. This shop is selling children's stuff, so you can expect childrens playing at the toy's corner. However, I still prefer working as a cashier, this job is SO BORING! Somemore, the pay at GIANT is definitely higher than the currrent pay. There's even double pay if you are cashier-ing during public holidays! Every now and then, I'll steal glances at the cashier inside Shop&amp;amp;Save. Reminds me of the days when I work in GIANT with Avril... Ah gua... Simon Kasur... William shit and the rest of those super-shitterS... Lol. Jennifer said that the big boss will spot check on every outlets EVERYDAY. Fucking stupid right? Nothing better to do is it! Jennifer estimated the time when he'll come and asked me to fold some clothes or serve customers. Wow, she was so correct everytime!!! I was folding clothes just before he came. And serving customers when he came today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day I didn't know that he was the boss. So he walked around, asking me why I'm hanging the clothes all sorts la. Acting so lousy~ Inside my heart, I already knew that he was testing me. So I, cleverly, act profession and bullshit nonsense. Lame, he believed my words blindly and didn't notice that the clothes which I claim are for 6 years and above, are too small. And he reveal by saying, 'I boss leh'. I just replied him, 'I see'. Stupid, boss big deal is it? Want me to reply exaggeratingly like, 'wow, boss ar, hello blar blar'? Actually I don't take this job seriously and that explains why I'm always late everyday. Second day-1 hour, third day-15 minutes, today-half an hour. Too long never stand for hours le, my legs can't take the strain. So I'm always feeling tired after work and to only find time to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first visitor, my dearest Avril!!! She came specially just to accompany me for a while, and then went home. Good huh? That's even sweet and thoughtful of her to buy my favorite Popiah for me! While today, Jas came over after his training. Gosh, he lost his way. Kept alighting at the wrong stops. When he finally found the place, it's time for me to go home already! So no choice, just met him at the bus stop and he accompanied me back home. He was afraid that bangadesh want to kidnap me la, kept insisting on seeing me home when he's already late for meeting his friend. But I insist on my stand that I should go back myself this time round too. See him off at the MRT. He has too much time too spent le la~ Joking~ Opps, put it in a nicer way, he's being nice and gentlemen there! Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One indian boy asked me, 'can you pay for me?". I said, 'no, cannot'. Then he kept on asking why why why. To find out, he actually said.... 'can you play with me?'. Haha, so he's taking a gun and shoot me. While me, just act as if I'm dying will do. He's happy! Don't even bear to go back when his mom came to fetch him. This post is too naggy about my 4 days working days already, don't wish to indulged myself in continue my grandmother's stories already, later all of you doze off. Lol, want to know more stories, asked me! I would be most happy to share with you these stories or my complainings!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111124662279951067?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111124662279951067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111124662279951067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111124662279951067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111124662279951067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-what-you-guys-blog-reader-should.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111089940073825349</id><published>2005-03-15T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:39:14.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw from newspaper yesterday that there's a company looking for people shorter than 155cm and lighter than 48kg. So I called to ask what is the magic illusion job about. It's actually performing on stage with the magician. He asked me to send him my picture to his email before he do the selection thingys. Since I haven't found any job yesterday, I send him my picture thinking that I can't be the lucky one (he asked if I'm pretty anot, but I'm ugly). But I am chosen!!! Made a appointment to go down to his office to discuss this morning already. But sadly to say, I'm typing a email to reject his offer now. Firstly, I am afraid that he might ask me to wear those tight black clothes (doesn't those magician's assistant wear those clothes?). Secondly, I am REALLY scare that he would ask me to stay inside a huge box and then cut me up. Lastly, I've already found a low-paid job this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called alot ALOT of company for jobs this afternoon. Complain and complain. Why so idiotic one? All of them want you to come down for interview when you are not confirm that you are selected somemore. Morever, most companies are located at the East side! Expect me to waste my bus fare when it is not 100% that I'll get the job! My mom called me 'Da wen zi', big mosquitoe, because she said that I've been complaining non-stop like a mosquito to her ear since this morning. Went for 2 interview today. The first one was damn stupid, they even want you to do a presentation. Please loh, I am only applying for job as sales assistant for stationary. And they expects me to do a presentation before they do their selections. I can't even wear jeans and tee because the interviewer said that it is too casual. I am applying for this small position and she still expects so much from me!!! Faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, also the last interview, was at Sembawang Plaza. While waiting for the shuttle bus to the destination, there's a crazy guy standing infront me. Kept beating himself with his hands. Orelse, he'll talk to the newspaper or birds. Freakling weird. I always have such encounters with such people one la. I'm used to it. I'm controlling my laughter all the way, because his actions is so funny!!! Really cheer up my day after feeling moody for the first interview. Went for this interview and immediately take up this job. I'll start working tomorrow. Selling children's clothes and items at Ginza Plaza. Though the pay is REALLY low, I'm going for it since this is the only confirmed job right now. Gotta go, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111089940073825349?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111089940073825349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111089940073825349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111089940073825349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111089940073825349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/saw-from-newspaper-yesterday-that.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111079928463897935</id><published>2005-03-14T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:49:30.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Called several companies just now and most of them want experience sales promoters or administration clerks. One guy was so funny, chat with me for almost 1/2 an hour when he already know that I am not qualified for the job as financial planner (they want aged 21 and above). Then asked me going to poly or JC, urged me to go JC, asked me what I want to achieve in future blar blar. He is analysing my situation for free! Questioned me my expected salary, how many years I want to work before I retire, then come to a conclusion that I should choose JC. I should go JC because there's higher chances of getting into local universities and so that I needn't suffer for my next 25 years of working life. Then tell me that my english sucks is not a problem because people from China can excel in English, why can't I blar blar... Asked me whether my circle of friends are those who are slackers or those clever and hardworking types. And he go on to say that I should hang around with those who are top in everything so that I will be competitive and work towards my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even added that I am lucky because he is telling these for free. And this is what he always advice his daughter blar blar... Gosh, I have already made my decision and that's poly. But he still continued telling me all these when he knows I am only 16+ and not qualified for the job. I don't find any problem with my friends who love to play as what he assumed. Also, I prefer hanging out with them instead of those nerds who only know how to study study AND STUDY. He conclude from our conversation that I'll succeed and get into university as I aimed and achieve my dreams because I know clearly what I want in life. Lol, sounds shameless to write in my blog though. Anyway, really thanks him for his advices and encouragements, he is definitely a excellent daddy in his family. This is the type of encouragement I needed and I will work towards my dreams one day. Rarely a stranger will discuss with me my future and gave me so many suggestions on how I should go about being someone successful. I shall remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I'm kinda hot tempered and refuse to lend my second sister the newspaper after I've read. That's because she want to search for jobs also, but I am the one who is buying the newspaper this morning. I mean, she is waiting for me to buy the newspaper, so that she can 'soon bian' look at it. I'm already sick with running nose and headache and I still have to walk to PM for that piece of pathetic newspaper! Can't she just buy first instead of waiting for me to buy it. Or maybe I misunderstand her intention. Yes, I am being selfish just now, but she IS more selfish. I do not want to list the whole lot of selfish things my sisterS did and tarnish their reputation incase someone they know/ they read my blog. Aiya, both my sisters are the same la, like to find trouble with me (bias la, claim that I used computer for too long or the wire is messy) and side with each other when one of them are exactly doing the same things, stomp their feets or show me their 'BLACK' face. Childish, I can't be bothered with them, ignored or turn into deaf ears. Even those minor things will make me blow up today. I knew I've got bad tempered today, so I try not to talk so much, incase I get fare up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111079928463897935?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111079928463897935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111079928463897935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111079928463897935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111079928463897935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/called-several-companies-just-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111063484710155629</id><published>2005-03-12T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:20:46.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went for 2 interviews. One is the office one. So we went down there and Daniel (the staff who is our age) brief us about the product, something to do with biomagnetism, with the other new comer. I look sleepy and restless throughout the briefing, until the experiment part came. He showed the inner veins of his finger with some special device. Amazing. We sat down for the orientation thing. Every new comers had to go up to the stage and introduce yourself. Halve way through, Py wanted to go. Her facial expression seems to be telling me that she find something wrong about this company. So we go and the lady came over to us asking us if we want the vacancy anot. Since I couldn't figure it out what Py was trying to tell me, I reject the job. We went to eat Burger King near the building and she told me that her grannny or whoever was 'cheated' 5000+ bucks for that product. To be more specify, it is not cheated, it's just that the price is slightly steeper. Continued about this company later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went down to IMM for the next interview for the bookshop. Yeap, I accepted the job eventhough the pay is little. However this job is only for weekends, so means that I'll have to search the newspaper for a weekday job soon. I'm desperate for jobs~ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to meet Jasper though I knew I'll be late. He is a friend who I had not met for almost 2 years? Met at Kovan to watch guitar concert at SRJC. Sat inside the auditorium for less than 1 hour, and we decided to go somewhere else. Although I don't know anything about guitar, I quite like the electric guitar performance despite that the singer's voice sucks. Walked to the MRT and he accompanied me home. Good ya? But the fact is he got nothing to do in between this few hours because he is meeting his friend only at midnight la~ Then walked home together and see him off at the bus stop below my house. Hmm, he has changed. Changed to a sense that he is more conversative. Going out with him is also a good point for a talkative person like me, he'll rarely interupt you when you are talking non stop. Felt kinda guilty because he hasn't eaten his dinner (told him to eat but he said paiseh because I'm not eating) and didn't get to see the whole performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the company thing. Jas actually knew about the company when I told him about it. He said it's something like a pyramid style of working. You get to earn points by the amounts you sold. You will then advance to next higher authority with your points and so on. Until you reached the highest level, where you get yourself a car within 3 years or more? So this explains why the managers and directors were so young, It's because they are good in sales. I went home and asked my mom about this. She said this pyramid style is common is most sales companies. Therefore it is just purely sales thingys. You have to earn by using your mouth. I am a stubborn person and until now, I'm still not convinced by Py and my mom that being in sales line is hard to earn money. My mom said 'bu ting lao ren yan, chi kui zai yan qian'. Alright, I haven't experience it myself, of course I am not convinced. But better to be safe, heel her advice, find another jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me complain queen. I am a person who love to complain when I am in the correct mood. Nothing particular, but almost everything. I was eating an green apple last night in her room and there's a small tiny part where the skin is brown. I complaint whenever I grab a bite, complaint when I was chewing, complaint even after I finished eating. My mom then pushed the responsibility for hearing my complainings to my dad. He was the one who brought the apple back. To stop my complaining, he then explained that there are only 3 apples left and he don't know blar blar... Oh ya, caught my dad bad mouthing that my hair colour makes my face looks weird when I was about to walk back to my room. Exposed him and he laughed. ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jp with mom today. She bought herself undies and clothes. Bad, I didn't bought any of them. Went to NTUC and shop shop shop. I took the chance and bought alot of things like yogurts, girl's thingys, KFC, chocolate biscuits and the list go on. When we were paying at the counter in John Little, that guy doesn't know how to count money sia. My mom suddenly took out 70 cents when he already press the amount paid, and he doesn't know how much to return! Just add 70 cents to the amount shown and gave her notes la! Stupid, think he is a new comer. I then complaint that he doesn't know how to do cashier-ing, John Little should've employed me blar blar. My complain habits has work up again, lol. Gosh, we've had to carry 10 big packets of groceries home. There's no way to carry them home taking bus and we took a cab home. Yummy, ate 13 nuggets in a whole, simply shiok!!! Gonna eat yogurts later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111063484710155629?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111063484710155629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111063484710155629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111063484710155629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111063484710155629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterday-went-for-2-interviews.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111038573266289551</id><published>2005-03-09T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:41:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning-went to Tiong Bahru to interview for telemarketer but the person is not in. Made a wasted trip but get to eat Big Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon-find the newspaper and spotted office jobs at Tanjong Pagar. Went down there within 1/2 hour since it's just 2 stops away if taking MRT. Staffs working in the office seems weird. The guy showing us around to introduce to us about the departments (they have 3 storeys), how much each directors earn per month, what types of car they drove (all the cars they drove were a gift from the big boss), how many months they took to achieve this position (most of them took less than 1 year or even a few months) and blar blar... Obviously, I was showing attitude and not listening to his nonsense. What for I need to know all these? I came to find a job and not to listen to all this craps ok! Py was better than me, showing the simplest politeness by listening to him. And the staffs were mostly youngsters, the youngest is 15 (manager) and oldest is only 30+??!!! A 15 year old kid being promoted to manager? There are many directors and one of them is only 17 year olds but looks like 23? Somemore most of them came from ITE, except for the guy who interviewed us? By the way, the guy who interviewed us has obtain a first class honours from oversea university and they even frame up the certificate. Alot of the staffs were with dyed hair, one even dyed purple. From the way they speaks and dressed, they doesn't look formal enough to be in this trade though. Don't these sounds so weird for a company to operate like these? They're selling Japan products and what they want is quality rather than qualification. I'm so so scare that this is a trap to cheat our money. They called me just now to inform us that we've passed the first interview (quite a number of people apply for the job) and we've to go down again this friday for the second interview. Glad that we stand a better chance for getting the job. But my heart is somehow feeling some uncertainities? We shall go down to try since we may not get the job. No point thinking so much. At most kept reminding ourselves to be careful if we're employed or just quit IF they want us to give them money before we start work or what. Shall act according to circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening-went to watch Howl's moving castle with Huilian and ZH at causeway point. The moment they saw me, they kept touching my hair, asking this and that. It's a surprise to them~ Shouldn't have catch the movie with him though I very much want to watch that show. He kept laughing at my hair, looking like lion, my head so big, unproportionate to body blar blar when we sat down at Mac to chit chat after the movie. While HuiLian and me also criticise that he is always acting cute and innocent, black like shit, retarded all these... Shall not elaborate on all these. When about to walk into MRT, he went inside with my EZ link!!! Made me say something lame before he returns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this---&lt;br /&gt;him-'are you short?'&lt;br /&gt;me-'yes, very short!'&lt;br /&gt;him-'why are you so short?'&lt;br /&gt;me-'born with legs short!'&lt;br /&gt;him-'is your hair funny?'&lt;br /&gt;me-'yaya, very funny!'&lt;br /&gt;him-'who are you?'&lt;br /&gt;me-'a lion with gold hair, ya, I very ugly!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LAME right?! And we did say him 'suan ku' and studying too much makes his taste gone weird all sorts. And people from boy's school are as childish as him blar blar. Oh ya, I kinda sense that HuiLian likes ZH abit because she seems shy when I always tease them that they looks like a couple, she's female monkey and ZH make one, I'm their child and they're my parents blar blar... HuiLian also find his jokes on me very interesting all these... They really look compatible with each other!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is a nice one, worth spending that few dollars. I like most of the story by this author, the characters and scenes are all so creative and unexpected. Just found out from HuiLian that the cartoon I love very very much and also wrote by this author, was called 'Spirited Away'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111038573266289551?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111038573266289551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111038573266289551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111038573266289551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111038573266289551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/morning-went-to-tiong-bahru-to.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111028717562517011</id><published>2005-03-08T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:51:09.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so angry now! I spent almost hundred bucks for my hair!!! Just cut and dyed my hair! Look so ugly!!! The top part is so gold, but the bottom is dark!!! What shit is that!!! I'm so pissed off just now when I realised that the tone is not the same! And I want it darker so that the new born hair will not be obvious, but it's so bright! Py must have realised that I'm kinda irritated when she asked me questions or talk to me just now. Nothing is smooth eyeing to my eyes when I'm angry. I'm just trying to suppress my anger now. Everytime when I do something to my hair, there are some steps. First, it look okay to me and I won't comment anything about it. Second, I will start to feel the anger blowing up when I see flaws. Third, I'll try to console myself by telling myself that it's not that bad afterall. Lastly, I'll start to believe that comments from friends that it's better this way and began to love my hair. I am at the angry stage now, don't provode me. After days of looking into the mirror, I'll then convince myself that it's quite nice. Forget it, at least I look more mature now than with my black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning acutally wanted to eat Big Breakfast but I think we discuss too long. And by the time Py walked to the counter, it has just changed to lunch sets. Had to eat that disgusting LJS breakfast instead. Don't eat breakfast in LJS, the salad sucks, no wonder there's so few people there. Called for jobs in newspaper inside the library. A malay then chat to us to ask if we were looking for jobs and all sorts. Through the conversations, we found out that he is actually our senior and is currently studying in Year1 at NP. Such a coincidence that we came from the same secondary school. A indian guy then interupt into our conversations and asked the malay guy what course he is taking about and continue to say that he is also a poly student but from TP. So funny and I was laughing because we can't even figure out what he is trying to say when his indian accent was so strong. The malay guy indirectly embarrassed the indian man by saying 'actually I put my first choice as TP, but later to find out that there's a lot of foreigners from china, india and bangadesh. And so I transfer to NP' to us. Gosh, that indian man must be so hurt and he continued reading his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found 2 jobs, 1 as telemarketeer, another promoters. Went to Py's house to change away my pink tee to a black one, so that I look more formal. Then headed to JTC for the interview. Guess what items we were to promote if we take up the jobs? To promote buying ABC beers for the concert thingys at a booth in supermarkets. Actually it's a decent job, not those kind of loose job at Kopitiam where you have to ask Ah pek to drink beers. It's just standing at the booth promoting the concerts. But Py called her mom and she disagreed. Since I'm also not really interested to be a promoter, I turn down the job offer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dye and cut my hair at Hair Movement and she waited for me. Tomorrow we'll go for the telemarketeers interview early in the morning and hopefully, we can find a job soon. I'm not really angry about my hair now. Infact, I am starting to like my hair colour now. I should have believe the hairdresser's fashion sense since he has been in this line for so long. He said 1 month ago, the trend is greenish colour, but now it's not. So he dyed this gold-brown colour for me since I don't want weird colours. Gosh, I'm a crazy woman... Hack care me...~ Bang my head to the wall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111028717562517011?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111028717562517011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111028717562517011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111028717562517011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111028717562517011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-so-angry-now-i-spent-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111021050740803984</id><published>2005-03-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:50:06.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Continued sleeping till 4pm and kept delaying the time even if Py called me. Soon, I'll be a lazy bum with lazy bone because I'm always so sleepy! Went to IMM to search for jobs and ate in KFC. Saw Tang, my ex GIANT supervisor, and we smiled. Kinda weird. Then continue finding jobs in Westmall. From ground floor to the last floor, none of them want to hire part-timers, they only want full-timers. We wrote some forms, but don't think they will call us because Py has written before. Finally found our bubble tea!!! But it sucks la, what to expect for a 1.20 dollar drink. Chit chat near the MRT and saw Fazilah. She's going to ITE and she smokes? People do change~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically nothing much to update today because it's mostly job hunting activities with Py. Meet Max near my house to take cartoons. I need those VCDs! If not, I'll decompose at home... Max said that guys prefer girls not to shake legs or often scold people (I always end the sentence with idiot or stupid). And these are my habits! And I am shaking my legs when he said that! Ha. I'm gonna change for the better! Lol... Not change because of him, but because of finding my Mr Right! I'm sprouting rubbish la, I won't change. I expect the guys to accept me as what I am. This is me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111021050740803984?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111021050740803984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111021050740803984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111021050740803984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111021050740803984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/continued-sleeping-till-4pm-and-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-111012570414627731</id><published>2005-03-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:15:04.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summarise what I done today because I just apply nail polish, lazy to apply again:&lt;br /&gt;-met Min at Tpy to walk around there because it's ages since I went there&lt;br /&gt;-on the way, inside the train, I wanted to faint!&lt;br /&gt;-there's a indian sitting beside me and I turn my head to another side for fresh air&lt;br /&gt;-not long after, ANOTHER ONE came and I'm stuck in between them!&lt;br /&gt;-do I sound like a racist? I don't mind sitting beside them, but they are smelly!!!&lt;br /&gt;-I smell disgusting perspirations and body odour!&lt;br /&gt;-use my mouth to breathe throughout the whole journey, which is about 50 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;-find Min inside the train and finally end my suffering&lt;br /&gt;-you might ask me why I don't want to get up and walk away, that's because it's a long journey and I don't want to stand!!!&lt;br /&gt;-fucking smelly that I kept complaining to Min when I saw her&lt;br /&gt;-walked around Tpy and bought a pair of earings, 2 tees and a bottle of nail polish&lt;br /&gt;-sat inside a bubble tea shop and to find out that it actually cost 4+ bucks for a cup&lt;br /&gt;-embarrassed us, have to walk out of that shop because we don't have enough cash!!!&lt;br /&gt;-took a bus to J8 because Min wanted to go there&lt;br /&gt;-spotted Xiao Wan Zi key chain and coin bank there!!!&lt;br /&gt;-being the absolute XWZ lover, I bought both of them despite I'm broke already&lt;br /&gt;-I'm desperate to drink bubble and we search the whole mall and shop houses around there&lt;br /&gt;-ended up tired and disappointed&lt;br /&gt;-asshole, didn't know that finding a cup of bubble tea was such a difficult task&lt;br /&gt;-bloody thirsty that we share a cup of Big Gulp when we reach JP&lt;br /&gt;-I love XWZ and can't stop staring at them even if I'm outside or at home&lt;br /&gt;-my cats is back home today&lt;br /&gt;-their body are inflicted with wounds, think they must have fight with other cats there&lt;br /&gt;-like me, they have bad temper and doesn't get along with strangers&lt;br /&gt;-end, bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-111012570414627731?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111012570414627731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=111012570414627731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111012570414627731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/111012570414627731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/summarise-what-i-done-today-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110994458040047380</id><published>2005-03-04T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:56:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet Py at Dover Control station to go to NP. I'm late by more than 1/2 hour? Haha, she's used to it already and didn't blame me. We consult the lecturers there and come to a conclusion that I should put Banking and Financial before Accountacy because jobs for Accountacy Diploma is restricted. Py asked to understand more about don't-know-what engineering course. Oh gosh, can't stop laughing because I don't understand what the ang moh is talking about! And Py is smiling to me because he has bad breathe that she can't stand. Lol, kept trying to control my laughter as it's kinda rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We registered the JAE thingy there since it's more easier to log in using their laptops. To share,&lt;br /&gt;my 1st choice: Business Studies (np)&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Banking and financial service (np)&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Business Administration (sp)&lt;br /&gt;4th: Accountancy (np)&lt;br /&gt;5th: Accountancy (sp)&lt;br /&gt;6th: Biomedical Science (np)&lt;br /&gt;7th: PJC (science)&lt;br /&gt;8th: PJC (arts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were about to leave the place, saw the ang moh lecturer again. Lol, can't imagine how Py is gonna concentrate if she gets into this course. Ate Fish&amp;Chips at the canteen. Wow, it's bigger and better than I expects the place to be. The food there is cheap and serve in big portion, unlike YJC. Chit chat alittle about secondary school life. She said alot of incidents like me quarreling with Seri or something else which I can't remember? Tour around there. Walked around this alien place, the business and engineering block, office blar blar... Gosh, the place is so big!!! As if climbing up hills like that, we were perspiring walking from blocks to blocks. Feels as if we're adult already. Haha... Alright, I'm suan ku again, didn't know how big NP is until today. Luckily the business block is near the canteen and bus stop, orelse I can't imagine walking so long to the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bought newspaper and started our job hunting in Clementi while drinking bubble tea. Called several numbers, and to search in vain. One very hilarious number that we called and it makes us laugh non stop man. Alright it's something like, 'press 1 for english, 2 for chinese', then 'blar blar blar... ... press 999 if you want to end this call'. Wahaha, you gotta called and hear it yourself, damn funny. Somemore that guy pronouciation sucks, english, he pronounce as eng-guish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta meet her tomorrow to continue job hunting again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110994458040047380?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110994458040047380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110994458040047380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110994458040047380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110994458040047380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/meet-py-at-dover-control-station-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110985604031924466</id><published>2005-03-03T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:20:40.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dragged my body to wash up after delaying the meeting time(meet WeiTing) from 1130 to 1215. Overshot the bus stop and saw her when walking half way to her house. Went to her house and do the registration thingys for almost one hour and the server is still busy!!! Shit MOE, they're plain soo lazy, made things easy for them, but difficult for us. Don't they have brain to come to a conclusion that there are alot of Dragon babies and the server is bound to hang when SO MANY people are registering at the same time!!! Tired of constantly repeating the same clicking actions and we went to grab a bite at Jp's LJS. Blabber non stop about my working experience in GIANT when we chat about jobs. And she actually love to hear me talking to her about stuffs like customers and happenings there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty friend, Wan Xin, called me and want me to teach her Science. Someone actually want Kelly to teach her Science?! Lol~ So both of us teach her Chemistry inside the library. She asked me questions on Mol Concept, the chapter which I sucks in, and I'm clueless about the answer. I've already threw back my knowledge to the teachers a few months ago~ Sometimes can really wondered if my distinction is a prank made by the examiners. Max joined us shortly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before meeting WanXin, WeiTing accompanied me to get a pair of jeans and khaki pants. Tried several sizes, it's either too tight or too loose for me. She was laughing her heads off when I tried to button those buttons on the tight pants. Okay, I admit I have big butt which I hated. Ha. Spent 100++ bucks just for that. Alright, that's the thing I dislike most when I go out because I knew I will be spending. But I don't want to stay at home and rot till I turn into a fat pig either. So the best thing for me to past my time is to work! So anyone have lobang, tell me tell me since I've already decided to go Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessed I'm over excited about Poly life that I had plan to get myself a bag, slippers, shoes, shirts, jeans, cosmetics and the list go on... when it's still months away from studying. To announce- I am mentally prepared for the new campus life though there lies many uncertain doubts when I chose to walk this path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110985604031924466?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110985604031924466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110985604031924466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110985604031924466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110985604031924466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/dragged-my-body-to-wash-up-after.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110978325299351872</id><published>2005-03-03T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T01:07:32.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys, I have finally come to a conclusion! I'm gonna put Jjc as my first choice. And the science stream is 14 points, while I got 17. It is a impossible task for me to get into Jjc with my shitty result. So if GOD really wants me to pursue studies in Jc, HE will appoint me to go Jjc. And there's high chances of me going into Business course in NP since it is my second chance. I've already decided to go NP just now and putting Jjc as first choice is just to test my luck. Just chat with mom and she finally said something constructive. She said my cousin is also from poly and she still went into university with her hardwork. So I shall work towards university in poly. If not, I still have a diploma to back me up, better than ending up with a worthless A level cert. Hooray, finally end my dilemma!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110978325299351872?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110978325299351872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110978325299351872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110978325299351872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110978325299351872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/guys-i-have-finally-come-to-conclusion.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110977790133900497</id><published>2005-03-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:38:21.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Liyana suddenly called me this afternoon and date me. We went to Bugis. She looked so different when she wear a scarf on her head that I cannot recognise her! So cute. Shopped Bugis Junction and village by less than 45 minutes. I'm a fast shopper and the clothes there just don't attract my attention, so we didn't even bother to go inside the shop. Walked to Banquet at the nearby hospital and chit chat. The chicken cutlet sucks! I treated her coke because I was late. Chit chat about stuffs like eerie experiences, ghost, school, result, religions, classmates and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally decides on going to Suntec as the time is still early. Lended her my make-up for her to touch up. And gosh, she stain her long skirt while taking the esculator. Think the black stain is even more harder to remove after splashing tap water onto it. Walk walk walk... Clothes there were either expensive and ugly, or cheap and act cute. Finally went to a shop that looks attractive enough to sell nice but affortable clothes. Search high and low for nice tee and try several sizes and designs. She must've find me troublesome. This not nice, that cannot. Haha~ In the end bought 4 tees for around 80 bucks. Kinda cheap ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyana fancy a notebook and bought it for 14 bucks! Somemore it is at discounted price already! If she wasn't buying the book at that price, it could be 20+ bucks! I don't see there's anything special about those notebooks inside this notebook shop and all the notebooks looks the same to me, except that the design of the outer cover is different. Told her not to waste money and it's just a book with many blank pages. And she can use those cheap notebook sold in Popular. But in the end, she still bought it with my card. What a waste of money~ Or maybe I don't know how to appreciate such thingys la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home. Chat chat chat again. I think the time spent talking while walking is more than really paying attention as in browsing through the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked MANY friends and sister about where I should go. Poly or JC. Majority of them supported me going to Poly. But Poly is hard to get into local university and it's a 3 years course. You still have to worry about clothing everyday and there's too much freedom there. I'm those who need a teacher to control me, force me to hand in tutorials all sorts. To say in all, I don't have self-discipline to force myself to attend lectures. While on the other hand, I need to work double AND put in extra hardwork if I wanted to go JC. I'm a slacker who will only revise when exams are nearing. I fear that my sucky command of English will fail the GP. And I might end up with a worthless A level cert if I fail these subjects after 2 years. Whereas, if I went poly in the first place, I will still end up with a diploma that can lead me to somewhere at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many people I asked, I am still so confused!!! I really don't know which path to take! I fear that I will take the wrong path and ended up with regrets!!! My heart is more towards JC, but I am afraid that I can't take the stress and failed my A level!!! Oh gosh, I've to make up my mind by tonight because I'm going to WeiTing's house to do the registration thingys!!! I am in dilemma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle called me yesterday to ask about my result. Even this uncle whom I rarely talk to, is concern about my result, unlike my parents. I'm so pissed off with my mom because I wanted to seek advice from her and we ended up having cold war with each other. That's because she doesn't care a damn, wanted me to decide myself. I AM HER DAUGHTER! And she behave as if this is my life, I should do what I want. Alright, it IS MY LIFE, but at least give me some advice and comments will she? I complain that she doesn't care about me and she replied saying, "you choose yourself, I don't want you to blame me for leading you to the wrong path if something wrong happens, just like what you blame me for not planning your education carefully when you were young". Okay, I did blame her that she didn't plan carefully for my future and she should enrol me into a good school, so that I can receive the best education, taking A math, and that now I won't end up with problems understanding C math in JC. But hey, I'm seeking for advice, not asking her to tell me which path to take okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I've a nightmare. About a crazy girl coming for my life and I was obviously frighten and shouting for help from my parents. But what did I see? My parents were sitting on the chair, ignoring me. This shows that I cannot depends on my parents, I must depends on myself, which is happening in real life. I've to cope with problems myself, whether in financial, emotion or whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we talk and I nicely asked her if she've credit card for the registration fee to be paid online. She asked me if I've decided where to go. I just replied, "Thought you don't care a damn, I haven't register because I don't know where to go". Then continue chatting all sorts. Her eyes seems slightly red and watery. My harsh words must have hurt her in any way. But didn't she realise that she already have hurt me? She feels like crying, so did I cried several times because of her unconcern attitude. Can't be bother talking even 1 more minute to her and went out to meet Liyana. She said that I'm rotting at home everyday and should go out. And when I really go out and meet Liyana, she's nagging. Unreasonable~ Hai, I'll decides where to head soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110977790133900497?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110977790133900497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110977790133900497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110977790133900497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110977790133900497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/liyana-suddenly-called-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110959403341867934</id><published>2005-02-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:33:53.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why the hell I'm crying now, is it because I should be crying that my fucking sixth sense is so correct that I knew I'll get 17 or 18 for L1R5, or is it I'm disappointed in MYSELF. I told you guys that I knew I've a feeling that I'll get 17 or 18, and see? I REALLY got such sucky result. Felt like banging wall as I said to my mom last night. If banging wall will helps, I'll do so even for a hundred times. Emotion pain is always harder to conquer than physical pain. Some people might say, 'Okay what your result, can go JC, not bad mah'. With this lousy piece of shit, you still say okay to go into JC???!!! I'll agree if you use this result to get into poly, but NOT JC! Fuck, I thought I can be strong since I anticipate this result a few months back already, but broke into tears when I called my mom just now in school or anybody elses asked about my stupid results. I don't need anyone to pity me, but at least some advice as in where should I head for my future. PJC or studying business at NP? Not gonna elaborate on these disappointing results already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Ochard with Min and her 2 other friends. Saw quite a few nice skirt. but didn't buy it. Need to save money! Went to Sentosa to see stars with them. Min said that it's dark there at night. But to me, alright, not as dark as I imagined. They ate cup noodles there, while me, tidbits. Then cross over the bridge and sat there to enjoy the sea breeze. Because it was raining previously, the sky is foggy and therefore there's only 1 or 2 stars. We choose to go on the wrong day. Sorry, I can't remember what happened yesterday because my mind kept replaying image of my shitty result sheet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class met outside Giodano today to have lunch together. Hmm some did not turn up. We went to Banquet and eat dessert. Then walked to school together. The girls in our class like Jenny, Michelle and Seivon and the rest changed to become more mature. As in that they knew how to make up and dress well compared to the times when they're in secondary school. With the hot weather and added that I'm nervous, my perspiration kept dripping down my eyebrows. Took my results and Mr Chan asked me about my English marks. I passed, but get a pathetic 5 points for that. Unhappy with my results. Classmates around me like Py, Fazila, Venus, Pam, Michelle and so on are satisfied with their results. Tried to think postively and be contented when I saw some of them crying/shouting because they're happy with their results. But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class said that they wanted to eat dinner together, but in the end, left Seivon, Pam, Py, WeiTing and me. Took a long time deciding what to eat in Jp. Delifrance, Swesen, Seoul Garden, Kopitiam, Banquet or Pizza Hut. Finally decided on Pizza Hut because of their lunch set. Ate, chat and joke. I was quite sad about my results previously, but then was cheer up by Py. She is so funny, full of craps and actions that makes you feel cheerful for no reason. Plus, my friends were all there, I felt that I'm not alone, they're accompanying me. Makes me felt better. Took a short walk in Jp before we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right, I should have a lot of things to update about today and yesterday's thingys because I'm long winded, tend to lengthen post by writting down small details. But my mind is blank now. Couldn't continue further or recall anything, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110959403341867934?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110959403341867934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110959403341867934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110959403341867934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110959403341867934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-know-why-hell-im-crying-now-is.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110942106044360671</id><published>2005-02-26T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T20:31:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't wake up on time this morning to meet WeiTing because I slept only at 4 last morning. She asked me where we are suppose to meet when I've already told her at bus 30. Then asked me which bus 30. ... ... Speechless, doesn't felt like replying her because obviously it's the bus 30 at Jp!!! Oh gosh, WeiTing... WeiTing... Now then you know you are staying in Ward A. Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that a few days back, people were complaining that the weather is too hot and suffociating? And this morning when we were about to reach the swimming complex, it actually rain heavily! See, everytime when I want to sun tan or swim, the weather is always voicing its objection. No choice, we cancel the swimming lesson by smsing Rosy (swimming coach). There's this thing I find it weird, is that she seems unfriendly towards me and doesn't reply my message. So previously, all the arrangement was made through Min because Rosy only reply to her handphone. Could it be because I offended her previously by asking if she's a female? Haha, hack care~ We went to eat my favourite, Big Breakfast, at Mcdonald before we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been years since I helped my guinea pig to clean his cage. All the jobs were done by my mother every night. Out of the blue, I have this urge to clean the cage just now. So I did. These few days, I'm worried that this only guinea pig that I'm left with, that has live together with us for 5 years or more, will leave me one day. Whenever I see him lying on his bed, motionless, I would go forward and pat/touch him. I am so scare that he may not move. Afraid that he has no respone towards my touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've been staying at home for too long. A week is considered long to me. Those negative thoughts are slowly clouding over my head. Been thinking a lot, mostly sad and negative feelings. I can't sink into such state again, like what I've been through during O' level period. If I can't overtriumph these devils who are invading my thoughts, I will definitely think about those negativeness about friends, life, studies, families and so on again. I may malign them for being fake, untruthful, hypocrite and a lot if I continue thinking this way and staying at home. Boredom is the root of these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to occupy my free time as to conquer these bad thoughts and feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110942106044360671?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110942106044360671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110942106044360671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110942106044360671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110942106044360671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/cant-wake-up-on-time-this-morning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110925507409298503</id><published>2005-02-24T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:34:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing to update about how's my life recently. Because after since I don't need to go back to YJC, I've been sleeping till as late as 3pm or later. And then eat eat eat and EAT! I just finished off the whole box of Rocher that JieYing gave me yesterday. Eating chocolate bars, chocolate biscuits, fried foods, tidbits, sweet and whatever foods that I saw. Even bananas I ate them. Worse still, if there's nothing for me to bite, I'll continue drinking plain water and visit the toilet endless times. I've been slacking, really slacking, these few days. Hmm, quite enjoy this kinda lifestyle actually, eat sleep, eat sleep, watch television, eat sleep. Catch those pimples popping out happily on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiWei just smsed me my result for previous Physics test that we took in the auditorium. I got 7/45!!! Cool, aren't I clever? I still thought that I might get zero for that stupid test. Because I really know NOTHING about that topic. I just finished the paper using 10 minutes writing down the only formula that I memorised last minute and substituting any numbers I saw. Lalala~ I've been staying at home enjoying life like a queen until I've become abit crazy now. Lol~ Damn MOE said that results will release only on Monday. Which means I've to live a few more days in anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to date friends out because my butt are getting numb glueing onto the sofa already. But you know, it's either they're working or studying. But 1 good news for this nothing-to-do girl, I've finally got something to do tomorrow other than eating and sleeping!!! That is... I'll be meeting WeiTing out tomorrow to get whatever stuffs we need! Wahaha! Looking forward to Saturday also~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110925507409298503?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110925507409298503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110925507409298503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110925507409298503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110925507409298503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-to-update-about-hows-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110899376583277266</id><published>2005-02-21T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:17:55.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finished packing those cupcakes and cookies into containers. Then mom suddenly remembered that she has those colourful plastic bags to put sweets for birthday. So I put those containers containing cookies and cupcake inside each a plastic bag with sweets inside to hide the ugly dark cookies. Avril came to my house and share her 'sweetness' with me. Ya, I felt that it's kinda sweet that things turns out this way. Pass to her Weiting's share and hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting ZH, Hui Lian and Jie Ying at Yishun control outside this morning because I wanted to pass them those cookies so that they can help me distribute to more friends. Afraid that I may be late again because I've never been punctual for school, ZH gave me morning call. Or rather it's morning sms first, then morning call. Met Liyana at Lakeside to give her sweets (Halal, can't eat cookies made using my house ustensils) and went to school together. ZH was late! Really need me to send him to Zoo. JieYing was so sweet, she gave me a present that comes along with a card! Inside is my favourite, a box of Rocher! She's a thoughtful girls that will notice small details and is attentive towards her friends. I guessed, she's one of the nicest girls I've ever met. Soft-spoken, gentle, small in size, clever, diligent (for 1 math qnt, she can use 3 different method to do and show it out!) blar blar... Hee hee, not that she bought me chocolate and that's why I praise her, it's because she's a really nice friend. By the way, I get to know her through Xin Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to take their Math test, while I had to slack at the bench to waiting for the Principal to arrive at 9+. Meanwhile, the guy next to my bench was talking to himself? He's weird, walking around after murmuring to the wall that hangs a portray of a child. Scary ya? Went to find Principal with CT and without hesitate, he say 'NO, wait until result are release this Friday'. I replied that I don't intend to stay at YJC no matter what is my result. He said:"I don't care what your intention is, my intention is to wait until result are release". Stupid! I've to rot inside school till 1.30 before I can go home! Accompanied Xin Lin to attend Physics lecture and she lend me foolscape&lt;br /&gt;to cover up because I bring nothing! I'm just enjoying the air-con inside the auditorium and sms-ing friends. Zh happened to be inside the auditorium too, spotted him and hide myself when he tries to spot me too. Lame~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Lin has terrible gastric pain and accompanied her to take early dismissal form. Service sucks! She's already in such great pain and they still expect you to get CT and HOD's signatures before you can go home! And somemore it's hard to find them because you never know what time they're not having lectures. Delay delay delay... before she finds her CT. The rest of the day was with Liyana. We sat at the bench taking photos. And she took ALOT photos of her different funny facial expression. More than 40 pictures and I eliminate the ugly ones until 30 or so? Went to ask the guard for whether my EZ link is found. He chit chat to me about the computer systems, how great it is blar blar... then helped me check. There IS really someone using my EZ link to get into YJC, because there was record of scanning my EZ link this morning when I didn't scan any card. Shitty ass, hope the guard catch him soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyana was so scare that I'll went home after getting into the guard's good books and called me so many times. Lol, she think too much, they're not so soft-hearted. Went to canteen to find her. We sat at the table with MH and her other 2 classmates. They were laming there, saying jokes all these... Share the Rocher with them and 1 of her guy friend actually collects the small stickers and paste it on his calculator?.! Chatted with them, and of course MH. Joke about that MH and classmate is a gay, freak because he is white... He was kinda quiet? Not what as Liyana told me that he's a smooth-talker with girls and all sorts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home together. On the way walking to the gate, 2 girls from their class approach MH and pursuade him not to skip PE. From the way those girls talk to him, it might be true that MH really has his own way of handling girls. Headed to North Point with them because their classmate was thinking of getting a handphone. When we reached, the shop is not opened, too bad. So walked around the small mall. MH was like laughing at me because I was reading a Barbie Doll story book. Liyana watched the show at Kid Central before and shared the ending with me. Initially MH wanted to catch Constantine, but we didn't bring enough cash, so has to forgo this idea. He asked me 'your last day ar' for 2 times already. Biang, scolded him retarted for being so retarted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took train home with Liyana shortly because there's really nothing to shop. We chatted along the whole journey. She asked if I like MH because she notice that I'm alway behaving weird and shy when MH is around. But why didn't I discover that? I don't think so. Just admitted that he's my crush in YJC and also the first guy that attracts my attention because he look so innocent. She also find him cute! She then reveal that he's not as innocent as what he looks. Liyana carry on to tell me how she don't trust guys because they're smooth-talker, and that explains why she doesn't even has a ex until now. She said handsome guys mostly are not smooth-talker, while ugly guys with sweet language usually gets the girls. Hmm... handsome guys that part are not really true ya? Because some really thought that they had the looks and made use of their asset to flirt with girls? First person that comes to my mind is ZH. I asked for her opinion whether she will categorise ZH in that category. Her replies-maybe. Then explans that usually guys like him who are good with words and can keeps girls entertained in long conversation are also some sort of smooth-talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, maybe she's correct? Sometimes ZH is a smooth-talker, but I don't find his lame shit funny and entertaining leh. MH smsed Liyana and asked her to help him convert message to wish me good luck for my future. Liyana asked him to wish me himself but he said nevermind, she can helped him convert, besides, we might also have no chance to contact each other. Rejected by a guy because he doesn't want my number! If I said I'm not disappointed, I'm lying. At least 5% of disappointment? Maybe he finds me too rough and straight-forward whenever I scold people or blabber dirty jokes or ugly or whatever shits. Liyana wanted to give me his number and said we can still be friend although he already has a stead. But what's the point when I wanted to keep in contact, but he doesn't. So, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really felt like sending that ZH to Zoo! I told him to carry those cookies put inside a big plastic bags and helped me pass to Rini. But until 3, he said he have not has a chance to see Rini! I always bumped into my classmates and Rini today when I skipped all the classes okay! In the end, I've no idea if he has pass them to Rini or not. If it were to keep until tomorrow, the cakes may turned bad. So I asked him to finish those sweets off if he didn't get the chance to give them. My last day at YJC today, I'm not gonna go back again. Begins many new friendships in YJC, they'll live inside my memories...Receive well wishes from friends, letter and hug from Liyana, comments that they thank me for that small gift etc. I'm honor to be Liyana's closest friend among her new friends in YJC as she said and we had a agreement that if we scored well for our O', we'll see each other in JJC. But doubt my results will be 15 and below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110899376583277266?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110899376583277266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110899376583277266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110899376583277266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110899376583277266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/finished-packing-those-cupcakes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110882626940550291</id><published>2005-02-19T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:26:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mission completed!!! I've finish baking cupcakes and chocolate cookies. Although the cookies look like shit, but it taste sweet! Really, it really reminds me of shit when I look at the cookies, I shall sent mms to let you all see! Spent around 4 hours baking those stuff? Because I don't have enough tray and had to wait. Earlier, went to JJC carnival. Gosh, so many people, your perspiration will even stain your shirt even just walking! Bought 5 bucks worth ticket worth because I thought I can buy the test tube thingy that WeiTing showed me. But they said they don't accept orders anymore, business too good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't intend to stay there for long since I don't like crowds and Min needs to be at school by 3 pm. WeiTing accompanied me to Jp. We looked around for swimming suits, chit chat at Mos and buy my baking ingredients at Liberty. She is disappointed because the handsome guy that she is interested in already has a stead not long after? Lol, it is always like that one la. The person you like don't like you, the person who likes you, you&lt;br /&gt;don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hold on to me! I don't want to murder somebody because of his unnecessary comments! Zh said that if I have 50% of Boa's look, put on a little make-up, look neater by tie-ing up my hair, chop of my head, legs longer and thinner, he might likes me. Biang!!! Wtf!!! Did I say I want him to like me???!!! Okay okay, I welcome comments and he needn't repeat it SO MANY TIMES. I also have a mirror at home!!! I'm not angry at his comments but angry because why he thinks that I NEED HIM TO LIKE ME?!. I just entertained his senseless comments by saying that I should go for a plastic surgery later and talk craps like what I did usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min is another people that pissed me off today! I'm experiencing severe moodswing and she still provodes me by her words! Heard from friends that there's a rumour saying that those who receive a letter asking you to be a teacher by MOE is most likely to score points of 14-18 for O'. While Min and her friend were chatting on the taxis about it when going to JJC, I said that I've received it a few weeks ago. My long-time friend's reaction, 'HUH? HOW CAN THAT BE? YOU GOT IT? IMPOSSIBLE'. Alright, when can she put a stop to these INFRONT OF ME? Before taking O' she is like that, now, she is still like that. I don't need praises, neither do I need her discouragement! I, myself, doesn't feel proud receiving that letter. First, it's because getting 14-18 points is nothing to be proud of. Secondly, I don't believe in this rumour either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers who have read my blog, should know that I've straighten out my thoughts for such matters as I grow up. I'm no longer as petty as before. I can accept both negative and positive comments. These comments will not haunt me. Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look on the brighter side I just borrowed Jay Concert vcd from Min and I can watch them to kill my insomnia! Been sleeping late recently, can't get to sleep even when the clock strikes 4 am. Okay, I shall call the doctor to make an appointment now. Lol~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110882626940550291?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110882626940550291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110882626940550291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110882626940550291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110882626940550291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/mission-completed-ive-finish-baking.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110857593607226589</id><published>2005-02-17T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T01:45:36.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall blog for awhile now. Met Min just now at Jp and we went to library to find recipes for making chocolates and cookies. Managed to hand copy them into her handbook. She then came to my house after taking her afternoon nap. Oh gosh, it is disastrous!!! We baked 2 types of chocolate cookies and both of them were burnt!!! Made my mom's room smell and she nagged. It's like if you have to bake the cookies for a longer time because the inner side were still soft. This is my second attempt to bake a cookie and mission failed again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my money for the 3 big bars of chocolate and the ingredients that we bought from NTUC, effort, perspiration, water to wash the equipments, time... I actually intend to make cupcakes instead since during secondary school times I've made endless of successful cupcakes (right 4/9? we made ALOT ya). But that ZH say this golden word 'please' and wanted me to try baking cookies again because he wanted to eat. I'm a soft-hearted person, lol, so I guessed tomorrow other than cupcakes, I'll try baking cookies again... Max wanted to come to my house to bake those stuff together with Min and me, but I DON'T LET him come. Wahaha, am I bad? No la, I just felt that 2 person is more than enough because I usually prefer individual work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called YJC's office and they said I've to go to school to take withdrawal form from my CT before 25th. Orelse MOE will charge me the school fee. Initially wanted to bake some stuff for my new friends as farewell gift and passed it to them tomorrow when I take the form. But now... had to wait till Friday because I'm going to bake the cakes tomorrow. Jie Ying was shock that I'm leaving out of the sudden and asked me to tolerate for 1 more week. It somehow shuttle my determination to quit schooling at YJC when I think of my friends there. Hai, but 'tian xia wu bu shan zhi yan' (not sure this phrase correct ma) right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110857593607226589?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110857593607226589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110857593607226589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110857593607226589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110857593607226589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-shall-blog-for-awhile-now.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110840015215230039</id><published>2005-02-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T01:13:25.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quite excited about going to school this morning until that I couldn't get to sleep last night. It's Valentine Day today!!! More like a friendship day to me though. Because JieYing and Rini both went to the extra miles to make their own chocolate and give them as a small gift to me. I'm quite surprising that Rini gave me because not everybody gets it and besides, I'm not really close to her although we went to the same permanent class. Our CT even bought us sweets! Everybody's hands seems to be holding at least some small gifts, whether from their love ones or friends, so today is not all about relationship love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept during GP lesson and the teacher didn't even scold me or wakes me up? My first day attending this lesson has already gave her a bad impression of me due to my talking attitude. So I slept through the lessons while the rest of the class were engaging in some discussions on Tsunami incident. Skipped Econ's tutorial and went home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went home, ZH smsed me to ask if I wanted to join him and his friends for a movie. But it's at Yishun! So far, I don't want to bathe and then travel back there just to catch a movie. So I rejected. He then asked me where I wanted to go blar blar. Hmm I only mention that if he comes to the control station now, I'll go out with him. Before that he said that he is spending a lonely Valentine Day and that he don't want to be mistaken as a gay going out with guys blar blar... But maybe he got the message wrong, he asked me where I wanted to go instead. Anyway, since I've nothing better to do and had already agreed indirectly just now, we met at Jp with Avril(because she don't want to be alone with Simon) and Simon to catch some movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon was late. Anyway we waited and ZH was holding a packet of present behind his back. He gave it to me after Avril asked whether the present is for me. I was like still nagging that he is a insincere guy, never buy at least a chocolate for me when I sacrificed myself to be his date today... ... And now there the present is... Kinda weird receiving present from him though it can also be a token of appreciation to friends. As usual, that black monkey ZH was saying lame things about Avril's and my height. Asked Avril if I'm saying the truth that he always crack such lame jokes. Lol~ We joke around (only Avril find ZH's jokes interesting) and walked the whole Jp. We really did walked outside the shop, so sick of Jp that I don't even bother to walk inside the shop. Everywhere is so packed, we can't even find a proper seat at any fastfood restaurant. So went to Kopitiam to have my 'Qing Tang' and their dinner!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a extra Qing Tang for Avril, but she seems fulled, so ZH drank it. There's even a dead mosquitoe inside! Hmm, I didn't do that purposely to poison him as they joked previously. Guess what? We watched 'I do I do' again!!! Avril and me doesn't felt like watching it AGAIN. But since ZH pays for the tickets and he WANTED to catch that movie, we gave in to his demand. Sometimes being with ZH can made you laugh because of his many lame jokes and actions, but to me, he's always a childish guy although clever. Simon and him clicked and they chat as though they knew each other already? Nah, that black monkey is a sociable person that gets along with everyone well. That ZH seems to look happy although he travel until so far? He was like smiling all along? Hack care... Maybe because he needn't complain about being alone for this festive and now he has 3 of us as accompany. Simon sent Avril home, while I walked ZH to the control station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've opened up the plastic bag already. There's a cute fake rose with a small bear holding onto the stalk. When I tear off the wrapper, there's a puppy inside the small pink handbags. And further inside the wrapper, I found a rectangular box with a necklace inside. Amazing isn't it? I didn't expect to 'dig out' so many treasure!~ Lol... And and the pictures of the wrapping paper was the one that Venus bought and I took a photo of the monkey face that I sent him the mms previously!!! He actually found it and use the wrapper! I don't know if the present were bought last minute or what, but felt kinda heart warming that he used the monkey wrapping paper that I said is him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things he bought for a friend (or guy like me? because he don't treat me as a girl) and I didn't even gave him the chocolates that I receive from friends this morning. But he's the one who didn't find me during break time to collect the chocolates as agreed, so it's not that I didn't want to share the chocolates with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue is... I'm simply wasting my 2 months time in YJC previously!!! How can I be blur until that I mistaken that if I attend the 3 months course, I'll be able to use the 2 points cut off point for ANY OTHER JC??!! Today I then found out from my classmate that actually, you can only use the 2 points IF you wanted to stay in YJC AND PROVIDED that you are qualified for this JC. If you've already been qualified for this Jc, what for you need the 2 points? Sounds stupid isn't it? So... In a nutshell, I've wasted my precious 2 months in YJC when I didn't even plan to stay there after getting the result. However, I've made a lot of good friends (Rini, Jie Shi, ZH, HuiLian, Xin Lin, Jie Ying, Wileen &amp; a lot...) and share those happy moments with them during orientation and the outing. Hmm, can I still considered as wasting the 2 months since I've exchange it for so many memories that I'll never get to experience if I didn't went to YJC in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, there's so much of stirred feelings going on my mind now. To continue attending school tomorrow or not to? Friends like Si Wei and ZH urged me to continue studying there since we only left 2 more weeks before we get our result. While I, enjoyed the moments outside lectures with my new friends, but hated going for lectures and tutorial. I don't even understand a single damn things about what those lecturers are teaching about. There's not even a slightest interest in me to study. But if I continue going to YJC just to have fun with my friends, won't I be wasting my train fare and time travelling to and from? Hai, I think I'll not go to school tomorrow, reconsider about this issue again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I've lost my EZ link a few days ago and to find out from the school gaurd today that someone has use my EZ link to enter school this morning! That means the idiot holding onto my card now is making use of my identity to enter YJC. And... my parents told me that people at the Hawker centre saw me at Jp just now. They're hinting me that I've got a boyfriend. Personally, I do not wish to have a stead so soon also. Anyway, I'm not feeling guilty or what upon discover being with guys on Valentine Day. Because I knew that they're just a friend to me and besides, Avril was there too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110840015215230039?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110840015215230039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110840015215230039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110840015215230039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110840015215230039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/quite-excited-about-going-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110821957423109067</id><published>2005-02-12T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:46:14.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Laptop's battery spoilt again. Don't know what the hell does the laptop gone wrong, keep giving me problems. So I'm using sis's computer with the risk of getting virus, I've had to be fast in my using. To summarise today's activities, I went out with Liting and WeiTing to Bugis. We shopped, LiTing brought bear for her stead and WeiTing a school bag, while I fancy nothing. They're kinda more choosy than me. Or is it that I shopped very fast. I just need to scan through the shop and then I'll know if there's anything I wanted to buy. If there's something I like, I'll just see if the price is reasonable and buy it. While for them, they need to reconsider whether they wanted to buy that items a not for so long. Haha~ We took neoprints 3 times and none of the pictures I think I looked nice in. We've a some sort of mission to complete during the trip, that was to transform WeiTing!!! We pulled her to have her eyebrow trimmed and urged her to buy skirts and tops. She had too much of shorts and OP tee already. Monday is coming soon, means my holidays are coming to an end... ... Hate school... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110821957423109067?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110821957423109067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110821957423109067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110821957423109067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110821957423109067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/laptops-battery-spoilt-again.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110805585276138697</id><published>2005-02-11T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T01:17:32.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Visited my relative's house as they planned, but there's something different this year, that was... ... We travelled by cab, MRT and buses instead of car. My dad sold his car and we've to take the trouble of waiting for cabs and travelling by MRT/LRT under the blasting hot Sun. My younger cousins has become more mature le! Last time he and his sister used to pester me to play catching or games with them. Just sat on the bed with Ah ma and him listening to Mp3 rotting there... Anyway, went to catch 'I DO I DO' with Avril, Linda and their 2 other guy friends. The show is hilarious man, especially the part where Adrian Pang sang songs on stage. There's a singer called 'Ah du' and he called himself 'Ah tu'~ Lol. Love to watch movies by Jack Neo and we should support production from Singapore okay! Gtg to do that damn Econs project now, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110805585276138697?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110805585276138697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110805585276138697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110805585276138697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110805585276138697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/visited-my-relatives-house-as-they.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110796452857652616</id><published>2005-02-09T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:02:25.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time spending my CNY Eve outside, working as a waitress. This job is recommended by Min's sis because her friend needed waitress badly. Min and me went to this restaurant at Tanjong Pagar and we were late. The person in charge (female), was kinda mean to us because every other workers were having their dinner, while we have to start work immediately. Even if we were late, we also need to eat one right! Gave us the restaurant shirt for us to put it over our white shirt. She still commented that why I'm wearing a T-shirt but not a collar shirt. And that I look so weird and wanted me to hide that printed design of my shirt. Shit her la, also never specify must wear what! Both of us were kinda angry with her attitude that she treated us and doesn't quite felt like working. But no choice, we've already taken up this job, can't swallow up our words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around pouring tea for customers the whole night as we don't have the skill to deliver dishes. I kept walking around and pouring which ever cups I saw with tea. There's this table full of ah pek and aunties kept teasing Min and me that they've to drink tea very fast. Which means that we do nothing but kept pouring tea la! But what to do, that person in charge must see us walking around or doing something, if not she'll nag! I think a uncle drank some beer and his face look soo red! When he saw me, he asked me to wait and PURPOSELY drank the whole cup of tea down his throat. Bo liao~~~ I rarely walk to that certain area after since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy recognise me and asked if I work in GIANT before... ... ... ... How come wherever I go people ask me if I work in GIANT before or not ar? I'm not happy, but instead guilty when people recognise me because I knew that my service suck! Working as a waitress sucks, only makes my legs suffer for that tiny 60 bucks... Only reached home around 1 plus and ate steamboat. So hungry! The whole family sleeps around 4 or later than that... And as usual, I'm always the one who was in charge of arranging those sweets inside various containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, first day of CNY, according to our usual practise, go to both grandma's house and then relatives will come to my house to pay visit. Nothing much to elaborate though because the routine throughout the years are the same. And you'll hear the same old things like, "Oh kelly, you've grown taller and prettier each year... ...". Hmm but I didn't grow much after secondary 3? Initially wanted to take picture with mom with our new year clothes on, but she took out her shirt already as the material makes her arms feel itchy... My sis said that I look like I'm going to work, which means office girl, in this outfit. And it gave me a feel of being lady-like. Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110796452857652616?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110796452857652616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110796452857652616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110796452857652616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110796452857652616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-chinese-new-year-my-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110779545968772838</id><published>2005-02-08T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:57:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from GIANT~ Saw a few aunties that I know and chatted abit with them. HQ and me joke about dad's walking pose. He was walking around with his arm folded, as if he was the supervisor. And we laughed at the way he observe those workers moving goods and all sort. Mom said he can't change his old way of doing things because he has also once been supervising and ordering workers to move goods. Anyway, we brought alot of things till 100++ bucks instead of steamboat stuffs. HQ and me share a bottle of Volka, cool, long time since I drink it. I brought a lot of own stuff like chocolate biscuits, shampoo and yogurts instead of new year goods. Lol~ Quite fun buying groceries together but sometimes my dad will nag about what we take, even how to put the things inside the trolley he wanted to comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110779545968772838?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110779545968772838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110779545968772838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110779545968772838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110779545968772838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-came-back-from-giant-saw-few.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110778657878183766</id><published>2005-02-07T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T01:15:05.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to Pet Farm with mom and HQ. All sorts of farms you can find there. Got dogs, cats, fishes blar blar... It lies along the stretche of the road. Of course we went to cats farm to put my cats there for a few days. My cats will have to spend their first CNY at that 'hotel' and will only be back after CNY. There's a huge dogs outside the gate, so scary!!! I'm really scare of dogs, what's more that this is a BIG one! I offer to stay outside and wait til they're done with the cats. But mom said it'll take a long time and with no choice, I HAVE TO go in... Tou Suan (my mom's friend's nick) held my hand TIGHT while walking past that dog. My leg was already trembling slightly when I walked past it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are SO MANY CATS inside. Mom said there are 130++ cats in total. When you walk in, you can see cats sleeping on the floors, walking around you or some k-poh cats even watch you at the top. Somehow you'll feel kinda scare at first because there are so many cats around you. There's this white cat very k-poh, keep following me wherever I go... Many of the cats's faces look so alike to my cat's looks!!! Their colour, eyes and size also about the same! Some cats are really pitiful... It's either they have only 3 legs, blind or that they're suffering from lung failure. 4 of the kittens are actually rescue by them from the evil government's cage. Just kittens ok~ But now they're safe. Not to forget that there are still hundreds of poor cats wandering out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a long time inside finding places for my 2 cats to stay because it's packed. My cats are anti-social like me, doesn't get along with other cats well and even wanted to pick up a fight everytime they went to this pet farm. When about to walk out of that gate, there're 2 dogs outside now!!! 1 even walks around sniffing people's leg... ... No choice, but to held Tou Suan's hands tightly and force myself out. Went to fish farm to watch fishes. Tou Suan even suggested going to dog's farm, but please no, we're already perspiring and the weather is so hot. We then took a cab to Jp to eat dinner. Met Avril at PM to take Jay's new album and then study... Hmm study? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Force myself to wake up this morning and went to school! Went to library with Aileen and Si Wei to slack during break. This library has 2 storey? Weird. We went to the first floor to sleep, or in specific, I'm the one who sleeps. Aileen and Joanne aren't that bad as I thought afterall la... Maybe just that I haven't discover more of their good sides. Econs tutorial is so boring and I kept looking out of the room. That lecturer even force people to give answer. She even asked the Econs's rep to take down names of those who never voice out during her tutorial, so that she can called them to give answer during lectures (better not, because alot of people from different classes, very sia suay). I was obviously daydreaming and she discovered it! Force me to read out that sentence when I don't want to read together as a class. I really feel moody today, don't feel like talking and I didn't participart in the tutorial. So I guessed I'm black listed. The menstruation pain is killing me now!!! SO PAIN~ I haven't ate dinner too... Maybe that answer for my lost of appetite and pimple outbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY coming and there's so many small pimples below my chin and forehead~!!! Can somone give me a hammer and knock it on ZH's head??!! He's disgusting, keep saying I'm blur and because of that, I look cute and chubby blar blar... Yucks! Since today then he started all these nonsense... He must've eaten some shit or forgetting to take his banana's medicine on time!!! Can't update much, going to GIANT (opens till midnight today) later to meet mom and sis to buy steamboat stuffs for CNY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110778657878183766?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110778657878183766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110778657878183766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110778657878183766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110778657878183766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/yesterday-went-to-pet-farm-with-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110760446844118496</id><published>2005-02-05T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T19:58:09.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This afternoon, went to the wet market in Central with mom. She brought fish and prawns for steamboat next week. It's so hot and I can't stand the disgusting feeling of perspiration rolling down your skin! Quickly brought vegetarian bee hoon and went home. I'm so bored staying at home and I'm lazy to dress up to shop also. All I can do is to sleep sleep sleep or eat chocolate biscuits and ba gua till I grow fat. I do not wish to do tutorial although I knew I'm gonna die on Monday. I've not done a single tutorial of my own and now it's tutorial 3 for every subjects already? Doing school stuffs makes me feel like dozing off. Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110760446844118496?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110760446844118496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110760446844118496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110760446844118496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110760446844118496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-afternoon-went-to-wet-market-in.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110751766753382873</id><published>2005-02-04T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T19:47:47.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't went to school today!!! Hmm, are you all sick of reading this starting line over and over again? Met Venus to Jp to buy/do stuff like Mp3 and handphone pouch, dinner, shampoo, bank in money for mom and update my own bank book. Yeap, my saving has finally tide over the crisis of reaching to 200 bucks only! Venus went to my house to use internet and we took a lot of photo using my handphone. I send a lot of pictures to friends and her since there's M1 promotion stating that it's free! ZH put a crying face when starting the conversation in MSN and to think that I still asked whether is it that he's a black monkey. But to find out that his grandma has passed away. Hmm, I'm bad again, console him and all sorts by words and pictures of my pets. He said he is mentally and physically tough. True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110751766753382873?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110751766753382873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110751766753382873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110751766753382873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110751766753382873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-didnt-went-to-school-today-hmm-are.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110743226578541208</id><published>2005-02-03T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:15:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took cab to MacRitchie Reservoir and I was early by 45 minutes. Wasted over 10 bucks because I don't know how to go there by bus and I was late. I shouldn't have went today, my legs is damn pain and it is not fun at all!!! I sat at the see-saw and quickly capture photo of the squirrel climbing up to the tree. CT and some of us who were on time, waited for more than 1/2 hour before the JC2 arrived. Bowen Secondary School was having their cross country today and watching them running reminds me of my secondary school days. We find a shelter and picnic there. Our CT bought tidbits and made sandwiches for us. I don't feel like eating and make up excuses like I can't eat in the morning orelse I'll vomit when my CT wanted me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored that I decided to sit by myself at the bench facing the river. Took pictures of the sky all these using my handphone since I don't want to join the rest of the class in their conversations and all sorts. Si Wei join me later on. After eating and all, we started the walking. I was in Nelson or Wilson or Alvin (??? I forgot his name) group and he lead all of us. We saw monkeys climbing on top of people's car! So daring! We walked walked walked and after 1/2 hour, we only walked less than 1/10 of the Reservoir!!! My group leader has walked before and he said that there's still A LONG LONG WAY to reach our destination. The walking part all these were boring and I was panting while walking up the slope. Damn, so many slopes and the path were difficult to step on with so many stones on it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly 2++ hours of walking, we finally reached the bridge. Nothing to see one!!! When you look down, it's all patches of green colour trees!!! We walked so long just to see this bo liao sight?!! By the way, there cannot be over 30 peoples walking on the bridge at the same time and there were guard counting heads. Leonard, a irritating guy in my class, was purposely shaking the bridge, making my head so giddy. He only stops when a lot of us asking him to stop his stupid acts. I'm desperate for water and rest as it is so tiring!!! So the also desperate JC2 actually went inside the golf area because there's water spraying onto the grasses. No trespassing into the country club's territory and our CT was so angry with them. Walk for another 1 hour or so and we rest at the canteen near the country club to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after 15 minutes or so of walk, we walk out of that area and found a bus stop!!! Took bus with Si Wei to AMK's MRT. By the way, I don't quite feel like talking to Aileen, Joanne and those JC2 and I kept quiet most of the time. Aileen is just someone who make use of people and was not helpful. For example, that time when I was eating with Xin Lin and her at the canteen. Xin Lin and me went to the toilet and when we came back, she was gone with Rini to the Lecture Theatre, leaving our bags there. She can at least take our bags or inform us that she's not waiting for us right? Oh ya, I still asked her to join Xin Lin and me and even inform her where we're going, asking if she's eating all these previously. Today, Aileen just board the bus when a bus came. She didn't even bothered asking classmates if they're taking the same bus or not, or at least bid goodbye. She is making use of people to accompany her and then ignored you when you're no longer useful. Joanne, a girl who is making a lot of noise and doing things which I dislike with those JC2. Haiya, I just dislike my new classmates. That explains why I rarely laughed naturally and hated going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took train to Je and meet Mom and Hui Qi there for a hair cut. I cut my fringe shorter and trim my hair. I'm not satisfy with my hairstyle. The lower fringer should be shorter so that it cannot be tie and that it will cover my face. Only notice it when I'm home now... Now my face look so big and round! Sucks~~~ Secretly took pictures of mom while the dye is still on her hair and she discover it! There's a bald man working inside the salon and I crack some stupid joke that if it rains, he'll be the first to know. I think I speak too loudly and another female worker actually heard it? 22 bucks for my hair~ So expensive!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda piss by mom because she said she has no time to go to GIANT to buy new year goods. So we went to JP NTUC to buy before she went to Dad's stall to help out. Bought those usual tidbits like Love Letter, nuts, chocolate, sweets and so on... So heavy man!!! Still had to take bus before we reached home!!! Not really into details into activities but more on my grumbling for disliking my class for today's entry because I feel so moody~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110743226578541208?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110743226578541208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110743226578541208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110743226578541208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110743226578541208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/took-cab-to-macritchie-reservoir-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110735809042159336</id><published>2005-02-02T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:28:10.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahahahaha!!! I can online now even if my sis is online too! I'm a suan ku, don't know got such device until she told me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110735809042159336?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110735809042159336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110735809042159336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110735809042159336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110735809042159336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/wahahahaha-i-can-online-now-even-if-my.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110734676746319020</id><published>2005-02-02T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T20:25:13.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up late and actually wanted to go to school a few hours later, but Venus called and I went out with her. Anyway, I don't like my new class either. She wanted to find T-shirts and pants for her new job, while I wanted to get my Chinese New Year shoes and bag. Took neoprints and it doesn't look nice as the pictures are blurry. She bought her T-shirts and presents, while I get myself 2 pairs of earings and my New Year slippers!! Finally I've found myself a slippers for CNY... There's even cute ribbon at the side! And I've trimmed my eyebrow already! Love it and I'm so happy!!! Because it was coarse and unbalance when I pluck myself and now it has become so neat! We took photo using my handphone and some passengers peep at us? Haha... I've decorated my handphone with the crystal stickers thingy that I've bought just now and it's so Barbie-like! (Inreturn, I've lost my handphone pouch) I mean using all these cute thingys makes me feel like a princess~ I HATED pink colour and ribbons thingys in the past because it represent girly to me, but now I actually kinda like such things? Weird, I've changed to like cute and girly stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min, sorry because today made you go to the restaurant yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110734676746319020?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110734676746319020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110734676746319020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110734676746319020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110734676746319020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/02/woke-up-late-and-actually-wanted-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110717939162281633</id><published>2005-01-31T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:23:07.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whole day &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; for the CT and new classmates in P16 to get to know each other. We had &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; up to 15 stations or more until afternoon! We play all those simple and not-fun-&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt;. There was a SASS boy who is VERY FAIR with dyed hair. To me he kinda look like Sylvester from far, maybe because of his hairstyle. But of course, when you stand near him, you'll notice there were a lot of freckles and blar blar imperfection... There was game which we play on stage and everybody need to form a circle. You have to use your hands to hold onto the person's shoulders infront of you and SIT on the person's lap behind you. And I'm the first girl, which means that infront me was that SASS boy!!! Luckily he know that I'm praying within my heart 'please don't sit~ please don't sit~' and he only ACT as if he was sitting when the station leader check our positions. I'm always so unlucky~! P16 compete with P15 in all the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; and we won effortlessly! We didn't discuss any strategies for the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt;, not really united, cheated in most of the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; with CT and we actually won!? Haha, we're real lucky to be exempt from the forfeit and all sorts for most of the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt;, we had to assemble in our new class to discuss which are the place and what are the activities that we'll be going/doing on Thursday. By the way, it's something lame decided by the school that we MUST decide on a place to go on Thursday for each class and the venue CANNOT be the school. You must plan with activities that will encourage interaction with your new classmates. And the duration of the class outing must be AT LEAST 4 hours!!! What a 'good' activity that YJC has plan... But it's good for me anyway, because there's no lesson on the day itself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new CT was a 50+ chinese female teacher and she speak to us in chinese since there was only a single race in my class. And those JC2 retainees actually requested her to speak in English because they don't fluent in Mandarin!!! I was like thinking:"Shame on you guys, a Chinese doesn't know how to speak chinese and that was a subjects you took since you were of the age of 7!!! You guys should go and eat shit la!!! A bunch of useless kids~". Am I too mean to have think of all these? The strong feeling against Chinese who doesn't know how to speak chinese just blew over me whenever I encounter such morons. Simple chinese words that the CT said, they also need to ask what's that... They should've just take a dictionary and check up the words, instead of wasting others time because they are REALLY SIMPLE chinese words. Besides, the only language, so called 'ENGLISH', that they always speaks doesn't sound perfect either~ Are they speaking E.N.G.L.I.S.H or S.I.N.G.L.I.S.H??!! LOL... I shouldn't be mocking at their imperfection, but I DO ADMIT that I sucks in speaking English and I'm always speaking Singlish plus chinese all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, while waiting for the CT to come to the class and discuss about the outing thingys on Thursday, we stayed inside the classroom for more than 1 hour and they were making so much noise!!! I'm used to noise, but the problem is, they are laughing at something which is not funny AT ALL!!! There were around 6 JC2 retainees in my class? And majority of the girls and some of the guys were so lame~ The girls flirts with guys, the guys laugh at their really-not-humorous jokes. The girls were stomping on the floor with their feets, and what's so funny about that? Does the guys wear underwear or boxer concern them? They want to see is it? So lame and cold that I decided I should listen to my Mp3 instead to gain some balance of peace and normality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of those bo liao JC2 retainees and some classmates. By the way, most of the JC1 pupils even laugh just to entertain them. I won't do such things! I just ignored them and do my own business! After much discussion, we've decided to go to MacRitchie Reservoir to picnic, play &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; and walk the whole areas and the new bridge (not sure of what it is called). There were be another 2 school functions, which that every class will have to set up stalls to earn profits to help the poorer students, something like the Charity Bazaar that I did in secondary school. And on Chinese New Year Eve, everybody in YJC had to go to East Coarst Park to jog. ... Sounds stupid to me though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to that I wanted badly to go home, I just give as many ideas as I can think of, even stupid ones. By the way, that SASS guy was really so quiet, he rarely gave any suggestions, or even can say he didn't give any. Why guys from boys school were mostly like that one ar? I cannot condemn ALL boys from boys school were like that, but MOST of them were so 'shy'? But a exception that I knew were not la, that was... Zheng Hui! He wasn't shy with girls, instead, much more talkative and lame. By the way ZH smsed me early in the morning, while I was still in train, just to hao lian that he can woke up late without being late for school. It's 720 and we've to be at school at 740 and he just woke up? He live near YJC and that's why... I'm still late for school as usual. But who cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few new friends namely Cai Yu, You Yi (my T7 friend, Rini's friend), Si Wei, Joanne (noisy) and Aileen. Cai Yu and Si Wei waited for Aileen and me to come back from the canteen to collect Aileen's bag, while Rini and gang just took their bags and walk off? Seems like Cai Yu was quite a nice girl and from then, I started to chat with her. Mostly hang out with Si Wei, Aileen and Cai Yu. We even went home together, as in walking to the MRT. Hmm, I still prefer my T7 friends... They're not bitchy and more fun to be with... But we still smile and say 'hi' to each other in school. Hui Lian even drew a card each for the girls in T7 during her free time. A shocking news that I heard from Liyana. That was... I like MH!? Hui Lian told her that because I was asking about MH during the outing last Saturday and they suspected I like him. Words do spread~ Xin Lin and Hui Lian think so, everybody know already... ... ... Please don't spread to MH's sides, I only admire his looks but don't like him~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110717939162281633?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110717939162281633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110717939162281633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110717939162281633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110717939162281633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/whole-day-games-for-ct-and-new.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110701497205775322</id><published>2005-01-29T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T00:27:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T7 outing today!!! Only 7 turn up, and can that be consider as a class outing? Those who didn't turn up were either they are not interested or not free. So only Hui Lian, Jie Shi, Rini, Zheng Hui, Boss, Jia Jun and me went to Cineleisure's arcade. We played the gun &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; and Hui Lian play DDR. She wanted me to join her, but no matter what, I still refuse because I know myself too well, a dancing idiot. Quite boring at first and not much interaction between the 7 peoples. Except that Boss keep peeping at Jie Shi and me playing the shooting game, wondering if we're dead yet. Since this might be the first and last time that the 7 of us went out, we took neoprints! Poor me, have to stand infront all the time (ZH say that shorty CANNOT stand behind), while they can change their positions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rini and Jia Jun left because they have something on in the evening, while the 5 of us went to Marina to eat steamboat as agreed! We took the mini van that transport us to and from the place (provided that we ate at this particular stall). Alot of people and we sat outside. Hmm, not bad, it's windy and can see the night scenery. The details on what we ate can be ignored here but they are kinda cruel. Because there was a plate of live prawns on the table and they just cook it!!! I can still see the prawns struggling on the hot grill. I do eat prawns, but they are choosing lives to eat. It's like YOU ARE choosing to kill a particular living thing's live, not like those you eat outside that are already killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, ZH buy tissues from a blind old man, and Boss buy also after seeing ZH's acts. Hmm, I'm bad, rejecting the old man outright when he approach us. Hui Lian didn't want to dirty her fingers and we asked him to peel it for her, which he actually really did so. He offered me one, and I didn't ate that pitiful prawn of course! Boss was full not long after, but I still felt as if I've eaten nothing! Didn't know that his stomach can contain so little foods, though his size was kinda big. We sat there and chit chat about all kinds of things. They were chatting about their school life, teachers, bad things that their schoolmates do blar blar... Oh ya, I didn't knew that Chinese High was a boy's school until ZH told me. Boss actually kept soft toys! Not 1, but quite a number. Never judge a book by its cover! He even took a picture of all his soft toys and show us! I wasn't very much interested in such topics and just do the listening job. They felt that it's very unusual of me to talk so little and didn't believe that I was a quiet girl... Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going back, I sat at the front seat and gosh, that was so tall and I've to jump up. The uncle driving chat to me and we laugh about those girls sitting at the back of the van (it's the girls on the other van at the road). He said that the wind was so strong and that their hair and clothes will be blown off. And I said that'll be better if their skirts were blown away by the wind. He said because of these, his boss was bald. Hahaha, I actually find his jokes very funny and we laughed so loud until Hui Lian and gang wanted to know the jokes after we alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we intend to watch movies or go to Changi Airport to see aeroplanes and stars, but didn't went ahead as Boss and Jie Shi cannot went home so late. The eating part at Marina is the main part that makes the whole trip enjoyable. Throughout the whole journey, ZH kept saying that I'm short and comparing my height on escalator blar blar... Oh ya, they found something new to say about me, that was... My head was too big for my height and that I'm actually a guy wearing skirt!! Even Hui Lian was at ZH's side. ... ... When can there be one day where I wrote about ZH in my blog and he didn't mention anything about my height? I doubt this will happens, not when I still talk to him. Hai, he's the joker in my temporary class la, because of the lame shit that he always said, there'll always be laughters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday will be playing &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; the whole day because we'll be seperated in our permanent class according to the subjects we take. Sian, nobody close I knew was in the same class as me... I hate playing such stupid &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; that they actually said can gel up the class and CT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110701497205775322?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110701497205775322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110701497205775322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110701497205775322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110701497205775322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/t7-outing-today-only-7-turn-up-and-can.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110666733482902017</id><published>2005-01-25T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:53:52.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't get selected into Squash at yesterday's trail. Felt kinda giddy and wobbily in the train after that. Maybe because I felt bad. Bought my Mp3 at Sim Lim Square. As Avril and I never been to that place before, we even asked a uncle to double confirm if this's the place. We're 'sua ku', or rather me. She saw her schoolmate and they chat, as if they knew other very well during secondary school times. And surprisingly, Avril told me that they rarely chat in school. The guy happens to work around there and said that he could get us a discount. I'm very fussy, choosing and thinking so long before I could decide which to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman kept recommending another Mp3(brand that I've never heard before) to me when I wanted to buy a Creative one. He even went to the extend of letting me to hear the sound clarify of the brandless Mp3 that cost more than 300 bucks and the maximum volume of the Creative Mp3. Indeed, the sound of the brandless Mp3 sounds great, while the Creative Mp3 sounds so soft when it is the maximum volume. I don't believe Creative products although made in China, will be so lousy until the sound is so soft and insist on buying the Creative one. When I got home and play the new Mp3, the sound is not as soft as he played just now. Luckily I'm not taken in by him, he must have do despicable things to the Mp3 to decieve customers into buying it so that he can earn some commission or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home with her schoolmate together. Avril finally gave the the small gift that she already said that she wanted to give me at the end of the day. It was Xiao wan zi's keychain! SO CUTE! It's hard to find Xiao wan zi's things in Singapore and she spotted it. Though only a cheap keychain, but at least she thought of me when she goes out. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened in school, maybe I shall elaborate more on the conversations with my classmates. Again, 4 hours free period before my next lesson and I slack at my usual hangout(the same bench) with Xin Lin. We need to filled in our name at the notice board of which chinese AO' programme we wanted to study. There're 3 choices, chinese literature, &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=movies" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt; and songs previewing and drama performance. Of course, I chose &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=movies" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt; and songs previewing la, the rest sounds boring. There're alot of people crowding around the board and luckily Xin Lin manage to write my name on it. Because the programme that I chose was hot and there are only 200 vacancies. I thanks her for doing the job as I don't like squeezing incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought drinks and tidbits and slack at the table bullshitting, doing &amp; reading through notes(that's her) and sleeping(me). We only started going crazy until Wileen and Jie ying came in the afternoon. Then Ming Hui, Jonathan and Boss sat at the bench next to us. I borrowed the Econs notes from him and discovered that his name was spelt Meng Hui instead of Ming Hui. All the rest disappeared don't know doing what and left MH and me. He sat beside me because there's no place and I started the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You stand there, leg not tired meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: No.(Going to sit down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You take what subjects combination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: Econs, Math C and Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I thought you take Physics instead of Chemistry? (Thinking that we're not taking the same combination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: I wanted to take Physics but fail, so have to take Chemistry loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh, so after 3 months, you intend to go which JC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: should be SAJC.(The rest of my classmate came back and we ends the conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That monkey Zheng Hui and another classmates came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You go and die la, Xin Lin asked you to help me write my name on the board and you don't want. Still say that I asked her to help me write because I'm too short and needed a ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZH: Ya la, shorty... (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, yesterday you basketball training got see volleyball girls practising anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZH: Ya, I even saw the JC 2 butch. (giggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZH: You want to join volleyball ar? Cannot la, you so short, cannot even touch the net. You cannot join golf and floorball also, if not, you'll be holding the center part of the stick. Tennis, your eyes too small to see the ball. (He continue his lame shit about other CCA that I cannot join and came to a conclusion...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZH: Ar... I know what you can join. Table tennis! People hold the racket pointed to the side direction, while you can play as if you're playing badminton. (Everybody laughed, ZH laughed too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya right, lame... (Expression that hack care his lame shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left and I've nothing to do but to tease Boss and Xin lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh boss, you are Xin Lin's stead. You both share the same name, next time wedding dinner, it should write 'Xin Lin &amp;amp; Xing Lin's wedding dinner'. (Take the card which I previously push it into Xin Lin's face and touched boss's face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all my lame shit about them, both get aggitated. Xin Lin took my bag and refuse to return me, while boss use his water bottle to splash water on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: You look like the Chemistry teacher leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chio anot? Confirm not chio and is ugly right... Ya la, I know I very ugly can... (Jonathan, MH and him laughed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: You look like ghost. I already notice that you look like a ghost the first time I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Which types of ghost? Cute one is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay okay la, I very ugly I know, never see such people before meh? (They laughed even louder this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Funny right, the more I say I'm ugly, the more you all laughed, siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: How much you brought for that Mp3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 200 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After knowing that he brought his at a more expensive price, I knew he wanted to hao lian again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha, you kanna chop by the salesman, your Mp3 sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Ya loh, your one got FM? How many MB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 512. Got. Please la, nowadae Creative Mp3 mostly got FM loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: HUH? 512? Don't bluff me, mine is then 512 and some Mp3 don't have FM ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Please la, got different MB you can choose one what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After showing him the number '512', he then became speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss is having his lunch at the bench and the fragrance of the smell fly into our nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh you purposely eat chicken rice here ar? No eating and drinking here please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Why? You no money buy lunch ar? Jealous? (eating as if very satisfy &amp;amp; contented)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya loh, you want to treat me one grain of rice anot? Give us each a grain of rice loh. And your chicken rice stinks, please go away la. (Xin Lin and Jie ying said that it smells nice and wanted to eat it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You very funny hor, the more I suan you, the more happy you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Lin do her tutorial, I was listening to songs and they chat. While I was listening, they spoke ill of me, trying to test if I can hear what they're saying. I ignored since I'm back to normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, I became bored and started to bullshit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh, er xin er xin, you very disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss answered me knowing that the 'er xin' was referring to him obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WAHAHA, you ARE er xin, next time call you er xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to use his water bottle to shoot me again before he went home.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like Boss and I were staging a show like that, my classmates were laughing there at our childishness. Anyway, EVERYONE there was childish also, just that I was listening to Mp3 and did not hear the lame things they are conversing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss even stress that his water bottle is a 'NIKE' one. Stupid hao lian, what's the big deal... He even purposely asked if we studied a certain topic or not and said that the teacher already teach him everything about the topic in just a lesson, while we need to take a few more lesson to finish up. Boasting about his F math again~ This guy is really bth, everything also can boast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why I so bo liao to write down those meaningless small details conversations? Because I'm ripping the CDs now and it takes a long time to do so~ I have not collected the rest of the payment from that Daryl Ho who brought my sell-off Mp3, he said by this week, hope he not lying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s tolerate my nonsense, but I know you already knew that I'm a lamer from the start that you read my very first entry. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110666733482902017?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110666733482902017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110666733482902017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110666733482902017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110666733482902017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-didnt-get-selected-into-squash-at.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110639136862692447</id><published>2005-01-22T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:02:10.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hui Lian, my YJC friend, asked me out today. But I rejected and I thought that I can use the weekends wisely as to catch up with my A math. However, most of my time were either spent sleeping or surfing net. Brought dinner for mom, myself and cats from PM just now. And mom saw me panting at the door. Because... While I was walking home, a guy aged around 25-30 was following me from PM to the main road. And he asked if I worked in IMM before and wanted my number. Kao! So old already still want to take number from little girl!!! Somemore a lot of people says that I looked like a secondary 2 kid okay! Initially wanted to scold him but you know, things are different when you are alone and when you are with your friends. I commanded my legs to speed as quickly as it can despite that I was carrying packets of foods. My mom said that I must be feeling damn happy that someone want to know me, but pui!!! But come to think of it, how nice things could turn out if Ming Hui was the one asking... LOL! STOP DREAMING KELLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110639136862692447?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110639136862692447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110639136862692447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110639136862692447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110639136862692447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/hui-lian-my-yjc-friend-asked-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110631825814007363</id><published>2005-01-21T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T22:37:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There isn't much customers at my dad's stall yesterday after I came. So it's glad that I needn't walk here n there. The slippers that I rarely wore for more than 10 times, was spoilt when I was sitting down. Lousy slippers that I brought at Sentosa the other time. Walked bare-footed up to my auntie's house to wear my cousin's slippers. Although lots of attention were given to me, but this is the only way out. Had to find bloom to clean the area and my dad just pointed to the back direction. I go according to his direction and saw a man pee-ing in the toilet! My dad didn't gave the specific direction and luckily the man was not facing towards my view, if not, I gonna clean my eyes lots of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go JE swimming complex with Min this afternoon but found out that my mom didn't sew the stripe of my swimming suit! Min lend me her swimming top but I found it too tight for me and had to make do with my own swimming suit. Finally the Sun is on my side!!! The facilities of the swimming complex no longer attract us and we just sit inside the Jacuzzi after 2 rounds of slacking in Lazy River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min is crazy again! She had nothing better to do and use her leg to kick my butt and tight inside the water. Haha, I ignored her. For the past hour inside the Jacuzzi, I was facing the hot Sun all along. Yeap, I got slightly darker!!! After that we went to return the float, bathe blar blar. Then went to the counter to ask for any female coach and leave my number there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min went home to take dinner for her grandpa, while I wait for her at the bus-stop before we went to eat at Boon Lay. The chinese Nasi Lemak and the fried oyster that I ordered, really cannot make it. So full in our stomach, we headed towards Jurong West 500+ to walk around. I used to go there with my mom last time when I was young to shop for new year clothes, shoes, decorations and so on. That was the place where I grew up. The swimming coach called me. The voice was obviously a male's voice to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to double confirm, I asked:"Are you female?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I am, just that my voice is abit hoarse", she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not abit hoarse, IT IS hoarse. I'll double confirm with her tomorrow about the price, time all these. Anybody interested can contact me, haha. Anyway, we went home after that. So tired although I didn't exert much energy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110631825814007363?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110631825814007363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110631825814007363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110631825814007363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110631825814007363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/there-isnt-much-customers-at-my-dads.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110620919302980077</id><published>2005-01-20T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:21:35.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I overslept today till nearly 3 and skipped school again~ Physics is SO BORING, it's good that I needn't attend the lesson today. Just to share my disgusting-eye-sore experience yesterday...- On my way to school, there was this uncle who stands infront of me with his zip unzipped! But the upper part of this zip was covered by the shirt, however, it was so obvious(my point of view) that he didn't zip his pants!!! I wonder if he do this purposely to gain attention or maybe he really forgot to zip up his pants. Anyway, it doesn't matter since I've no intention to look at him. And on my way back home after school, on the train again, a auntie was cutting her toe nail! Yucks, this is more disgusting as she just threw those cut-nails on the floor. Luckily I was sitting opposite her. Taking train has an advantage that was, you can see different kinds of interesting people almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wileen is so funny, I never failed to laugh with her and Xin Lin together at the same time. She will always be laughing at Xin Lin's seriousness and lame shit whenever we chat. While I, was laughing because Wileen was laughing. Yesterday we have 3 hours of free time and instead of catching up with them on my A math, we ended up joking and laughing. By the way, the guy that I mention was handsome in my class(found out that his name was Ming Hui), was just sitting on the bench oppositive us. Since that day Xin Lin told him that I find him quite handsome, we've been stealing glances of each other. Or perhaps, I'm only the one stealing glance at him. The more I look at him, the more I find him nearly to perfect, that's what my dream guy should look like. He is handsome because he didn't gel his hair, needn't wear exaggerating accessories, yet he still looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprising was, almost every lecture that I attend, he was also attending, which means, it's highly possible that we're taking the same subjects combination and high chances was that we will be in the same class again! Whenever I turned behind during lectures, I always found him either sleeping or looking at me. Or I must be thinking too much, he look at me because I always look at him. Xin Lin also said that he always top the class for A and E math during secondary school times. So clever. For sure, I don't like him, but I am just admiring his looks. And even if I carry a little bit of crush for him, he won't like me because he already have a nice stead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Lin kept teasing me that I like that Ming Hui and whenever we go inside the auditorium finding seats, she always find places either infront/behind of Ming Hui and commented that I like to sit near him so loud when Ming Hui was just there!!! She did it purposely and I get kinda piss off by that. She even said that she notice that I'm behaving weirdly and was smiling to myself that time when Ming Hui was sitting behind me. Bullshit~! I thought I was always smiling to myself and she knows that okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to yesterday at school. I was supposingly sitting with Rini(the girl staying in Orchard was actually a Indonesian), Hui Lian and Jie Hui doing Math tutorial, but after 2 hours of cracking my brain juice for the pathetic 3 questions, I moved next to Xin Lin's bench to joke with them. To share 1 of the jokes was that Xin Lin said that she didn't know of any fun online games and I asked her to go into a really fun webby that was &lt;a href="http://www.PORNOGRAPHY.COM"&gt;W W W.P O R N O G R A P H Y.C O M&lt;/a&gt;. I spelled out the spelling and she couldn't catch my jokes, in the end only Wileen and me was laughing at her ignorant of the jokes. Later on, all the girls in my class went to ate in the canteen together. Gosh, the foods of each serving in EVERY stalls were as comparable to those meant for primary school kids. I'm not exaggerating, it's the fact. I'm always feeling hungry even after lunch and ended up with gastric pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Lian was a sporty girl and she love PE and went for any CCA sports that she's interested in. The free time left was boring and she took my handphone taking pictures of my handphone pouch. And Liyana was laughing at my first-stage big pimples with her last-stage small pimples. She's always full of craps and it's quite fun sometime la. To introduce some of the guys in my class, there are 2. The guy from Chinese High(Zheng Hui) and Boss. Boss's real name was not boss, but everybody called him that and he was some sort of playing the role of monitor in our class. Don't know since when he and that Zheng Hui kept teasing me for my small eyes and height. Both are so childish and always making silly comments such as that they feel so tall whenever they saw me and the feeling of being able to breathe fresh air among the peoples were great. Zheng Hui even went to the extend of paste-ing those 'invisible stickers' on my back. Invisible because he didn't paste them and want to trick me into believing him that there are stickers on my back. Real childish isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he's lame but quite a nice chap afterall because he offered to helped me in my Physics that time when I was sitting beside him. He wasn't paying attention in class all along but still able to explain those theory to me. Or maybe I'm stupid. It's just secondary topics like acceleration and velocity all these. He's from Chinese High, he should be clever and I believed that despite his childish acts in school, he still put in some efforts in doing and reading through the notes at home. Boss was a Hao Lian. Kept emphasising that he always gets an distinction in his A math and tease me when he saw there was a A math guide book for O Level in my file. A shitty guy sometimes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna helped out in my dad's stall later so that my mom can go out and buy her new year clothes. Biang~~~ Hope there's not much customers later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110620919302980077?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110620919302980077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110620919302980077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110620919302980077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110620919302980077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-overslept-today-till-nearly-3-and.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110587675643947368</id><published>2005-01-16T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:59:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so bored to stay at home... And I went to central with mom just now. We brought dinner and groceries at PrimeMart. We had a hard time carrying those heavy drinks and cans with our hands home. The cashier was brainless. How can we possibly carry 3 packets of toilet roll when there's no handle? Hug it home?! We even need to tie them overselves with the string that we took from them. Brainless people with attitude~ I can't help but to compare the price of those vegetables, drinks and everything with Giant. I just have the conception that things in Giant were far more cheaper and superior than the rest of the supermarkets although I do not know the actual price of the items. And I kept mentioning going to Giant to shop when my mom brought a mini van infuture. I still felt abit of attachment for Giant ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my mom was chatting with those hawkers, I secretly took some pictures of her talking. After I showed her, she said it's ugly and want me to delete them and to take a better picture of her when she dress up nicely blar blar. Lol, she's same as me, going for perfection when taking picture. Because we're all not photogenic, I need to take AT LEAST 6 pictures using my handphone before I choose the best of me among it. Anyway, I didn't delete the picture of my mom because if I were to take 1 picture that she was satisfy with, it might takes a veryyy longgg time. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110587675643947368?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110587675643947368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110587675643947368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110587675643947368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110587675643947368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-so-bored-to-stay-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110580175682714758</id><published>2005-01-15T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:14:09.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday after school, I went to IMM with Venus, Joanna and Min because they wanted to get the application form for jobs at Giant. But before that, Venus and Joanna were late for more than 1/2 hour and we've to wait patiently at the MRT station. To go up to the HQ of Giant to return the uniforms, I'll have to exchange my IC for a visitor pass before I can take the lift. The Indian auntie at doing all these procedure was so fake, trying to crack lame joke that my company was YJC and asked me about my school life and all sorts. Alright, no matter how she try to act friendly, her bad impression as a evil security guard will still be a stain on my mind. My replies for her questions were either a word or I never reply. When the lady at the office check the uniforms, I was relieve that she didn't notice there's a missing button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to drink 'Qing Tang' at the foodcourt. Oh gosh, I'm addicted to 'Qing Tang' after since Avril introduce me to this dessert!!! I don't quite like to eat the ingredients, but I just have the urge to drink whenever I am outside!!! Went to Customer Service to page for that idiotic William Shit to collect Luke, Avril and my own plus-selling money. He is really a shit man, made me waited so long before he come. Took the money inside the cashroom and he acts as if I care a lot for this tiny 33 bucks. You should imagine his idiotic face as if every women like money when he was giving me and the other female cashier the money. Yucks! I really suspect that he was suffering from some mentally unstable disease or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna and Venus went home, while I was waiting for White face outside JE Popular to pass him Luke's plus-selling before he go to work. He wore the necklace that Simon, Avril and me brought for his birthday present the other day. Glad that he said that he like the design of the pendant. We talked and he wanted me to acompany him to IMM when I just took the shuttle bus from there! Of course I rejected, but to give in to him shortly and inreturn, he must wait together with me for the shuttle bus back to BoonLay. Anyway, I asked him to report for work shortly after we reached since he was already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping til nearly 3pm until Avril called and woke me up. We went to Westmall after she've shopped with her friends just now. There wasn't much nice clothes, most of the clothes were so auntie-like. Both of us brought the same pair of earing and necklace instead. The more I look at the necklace, the more I like it although I brought it only because Avril want me to acompany her. Yes, I love stars, and there's bronze, silver and gold stars for the design of the pendant. Okay, I love all the items I've brought today in conclusion! I felt the urge to laugh whenever I tease her for her smelly feets when we past by the shoe shops and when she try those slippers. Lol!!! I just felt that it was something so funny that I can't stop laughing at that instant. Anyway, she know I'm going crazy again and ignored my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to JP to shop for my New Year clothes. I saw Esther working as one of the sale assistant in a shop! Ya, becoming more mature. I think everybody has change to become more mature except me. We chatted and she introduce me those pretty clothes and I brought 2 skirts and a shirt there. Yes, she gave me staff discount and I got all the clothes at 25% lesser!!! She's nice yea, helped me to save a pile. The total cost was more than a hundred(uncluding Avril's skirt) and with the precious discount, I spent only 60 bucks!!! Heehee, so glad that I met Esther~ There settle my New Year clothes!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I've been enjoying discount recently ya. I remembered I went to Pioneer Mall's Giant a few weeks ago and brought 30 over cans of cat's foods, biscuits, 10+ yogurts, tissue paper and tidbits for only 30++ bucks! Because I happened to come across a cashier that I know when I was working in Giant and enjoy the privilege of staff discount! No doubt, I've to carry all the heavy bags by myself! Hee, I'm a poor girl, I mustn't spent too much of my bank saving! Must control!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For friends that had previously helped me finding buyers for my Mp3, thanks and I've already found a buyer(my sec sch classmate). Okay, I'm going downstair to meet him now, fingers off now~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110580175682714758?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110580175682714758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110580175682714758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110580175682714758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110580175682714758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/yesterday-after-school-i-went-to-imm.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110554433209510077</id><published>2005-01-12T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:38:52.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nearly overslept this morning but I decided to rush and turn up for school. Attend lectures at the auditorium as per normal. But for today after Physics lesson, I'll have free period for 3 1/2 hours before the talks at the hall. I thought it was some important talk touching on topic related to subject combinations and decided not to skip that at 1.30. During the long 3 1/2 hours, I'll have to sit by myself at the table, while the rest of my friends attend the lectures. It's not really pathetic actually because everybody were studying at the benches and tables. I took out my Economics notes and leave them untouch on the table, and instead of revising what I've miss out for the previous lesson, I sms and chit chat with friends and Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she suddenly sms me and we chat on phone for kinda long and we've plenty of things to say to each other after 1 month. She said that the reason why she didn't contact me during this 1 month was because almost everyday she was working and that nobody pick up the phone when she called my house. Nobody will pick up the house phone because we've have had our own handphone and all the calls are mostly for my mom. The reason that I gave her was because I thought she had already forgotten about me and thus decided not to sms her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to today's happening during school. The talk was just rubbish on school rules and all sorts. I shouldn't have wait for the talk and should just go home with Xin Lin earlier. After the talk, I'm meeting Venus at Bugis to shop since it's been so long since we've go out together. Therefore I'll have to skip the games part. By the way, I'm not keen to go for those lame blind folding games also. The teachers said that everybody will have to assemble a few minutes later and it's so thrilling to have escape out. It's like only a handful of students were walking towards the gate and I've no idea whether I'll successfully pass at the guard there. By right, everybody (including JC 1 &amp; 2) were to assemble at the hall for the games. Only two JC 1 students, which I am 1 of them, escape for the games I think. The guard stop us and ask us what is suppose to be our dismissal time and I can't find a answer for him at that instant. The other girl, knowing I'm speechless, quickly help me and said 1.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, if not for her, I'll leak out the truth that we're suppose to be dismiss at 5 to the guard. Then the new friend I've know, Wileen, was a talkative girl as I was and we chat almost about everything(etc; our part-time jobs, classmates, school...). We chat all the way while walking and on the train, until I drop off at Bugis. Her character is kinda similar to mine, dislike those lame games, talkative and her way of speaking. She is also one who skip lessons occassionally and we've exchange number incase we wanted to find each other to chat during our free periods and if we can skip lessons together. Haha, that's great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When seeing Venus, she'll still the same, looking great and slim. She haven't change a lot except for that she hasn't been getting along quite well with her family. Perhaps it's been a month since we've last seen each other, I've not been feeling bad that she has broken her promise of going out together during the December holidays. I'm feeling normal and thankful that I've knew so many new friends and that I still can meet up with my dear old friend. Yesterday was the last day of my girl's thingy and that's why I'm not experiencing moodswing again I guessed. Luckily Venus didn't meet me yesterday, if not she'll be like Min's fate. Lol~ I'm just feeling irritated about everythings yesterday I can said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus and me shopped around Bugis for New Year clothes and both of us bought the same brown skirt and each a top. It's not deliberately buying the same skirt, just that we both find it cheap and nice. Finally we can sat down at KFC, fighting over the right of who shall talk first, sharing what we've been doing for this past month and updating each other our life. There's soo many things that we wanted to tell each other, but didn't know where else to start. Her love life is complicated and screw up. My advice for her was to concentrate on only one person. We saw Shafik on the way back to Boon Lay and chat with him. I crack about jokes which I think was funny (not to him) and even made fun that Venus dye her hair blue and he was colour-blind not to see that. Later on then found out that he was really colour-blind, alright, I didn't mean it just now. He was still the same, saying my eyes small and all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring to have walk around Bugis street and that area after my school and we went home shortly after shopping around Jp. Afterall, we can still chat on Friday since I'll be meeting her and Min to go to IMM to return my uniforms and to get their application forms(they're planning to work there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I hope was that someone will buy my Mp3, I'm feeling regretful after since I bought it. Almost everybody felt so shock that I've buy a Mp3 that can contain 5GB. Come to think of it, I'm also shock that I'll buy the Mp3 on impulsive thinking and spent almost half of my salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110554433209510077?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110554433209510077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110554433209510077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110554433209510077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110554433209510077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/nearly-overslept-this-morning-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110542699116017580</id><published>2005-01-11T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T16:05:51.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Called Harvey Norman and they don't allow me to exchange the damn Mp3 to other products. And there's not even a single buyer from friends's friends or sister's friends that are interested in this 5gb Mp3. I must be real crazy to have brought this Mp3 because I don't even have a thousand songs to transfer inside. Still feeling worried that I might not sell off this Mp3, but even if there's tiny hope like selling it off at forum as recommended by Jess, I will still try it. Sounds as if I'm doing something big ya? No la, just a difficult task of selling that Mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pig! I woke up late this morning again and skip school again! I escape PE lesson and went off at 1.30 when I was suppose to end school at 3.30 yesterday. This school is really stupid, you've to wait until at least 1.30 before you can went home, even if you have no more lessons later on. For JC1, it's stupid because our time table have not been set and we've not been assign to our permanent class according to the subjects combination that we've chosen. And this means that chances for having no more lessons after 12 noon is high. Just like yesterday, Xin Lin(a girl from Monk Hill Sec Sch) and me have no lesson from 10.30 to 2.30, and we've to wait for 2 1/2 hours at the school before the guard open the gates at 1.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these few hours, she've come up with silly ideas like buying the guard a packet of bandung and thus he'll go toilet and that we can escape from school earlier. Why bandung? Because she said that at Indian Pasa malam, most of the drink stall sell bandung and she assumes that Indians like to drink that flavour. So bored that we really decided to carry out this silly plan. Xin Lin was too shy to pass the bandung to the Indian guard, so I'll have to pass it to him then. I then bullshit that this drink was actually brough for 1 of my friend but I've no idea where the hell she've gone and so decided to treat him this drink and blar blar to make the story convincing. Alright, in the end he really did go to the toilet, but another lady guard came to take over him. Wtf!!! Alright, so we wait pathetically till the guard opens the gate at 1.30 with the rest of the many students who were also planning to go home. At the same time, we chatted nonsense with another clever girl at the table about everything we can think of. We don't know that clever girl, but maybe because she was also a JC1, we click off well. From the way she speaks all these, I knew she was a intelligent person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't knew that Xin Lin know the guy whom I find him quite handsome in my class and told her about it. God knows, he was her classmates during secondary school time. And Xin Lin told him that I find him handsome while waiting for the gate to open! Gosh, that'll be so e&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;rrassing when I saw him next time. By the way, he was the guy who I said his face going red when we were playing the toothpick game at the orientation. Anyway, he already have a stead and heard from Xin Lin that they're a happy couple since secondary school. The girl will be so fortunate to have found such a caring stead, if what Xin Lin said was true that he's a really nice guy. But to me, he doesn't seems the person that Xin Lin describe, or even, I still find him kinda unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school and lectures for several times that my mom was telling me to stop wasting her money if I'm not interested in studying. Frankly speaking, I'm not really prepared for school life now. I still felt so slack and lost inside the Science and Math lectures when I know that if I continue this way, I'll never survive in JC. I've not even done even one of the tutorial and this should not be the way. But I'll TRY to be more hardworking, at least read a few pages of the lecture notes and skip lesser lectures. Maybe it was the lack of strong Science foundation and A math knowledge that were making me hard to cope in Jc. Overall, I might not even be qualified for Jc when I got back my result isn't it? Don't worry, be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110542699116017580?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110542699116017580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110542699116017580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110542699116017580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110542699116017580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/called-harvey-norman-and-they-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110528667906451736</id><published>2005-01-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:10:01.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit la, I feel as if my heart is crying softly inside... I brought a Creative Mp3 just now and found out that I didn't know how to use it!!! Even my eldest sister have no idea, but would this electronic idiot like me know how to use it!!! It cost me nearly 400 bucks okay! There should be 2 user manual guide, how there's only one... There's also no warranty card when there should be one!!! Shitty saleman!!! I'm gonna find him tomorrow since I'll be meeting Avril to return Giant's uniform after my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning went to collect the edusave award and have to wait for the MP to end his speech. Alright, nobody want to listen to what he said, not to mention to take photograph with him, I only want the cheque. But there's still some of the minority who even bring their whole family along to take the photograph with the MP. Kailing, Avril, Wt and me went to IMM to return our Giant's uniform, but later on found out that the HQ was not open on weekends. Then saw that William Shit inside Giant. He bullshit about my school uniform being ugly or what, and I just reply him that his aren't any better too. Alright, I can't stand his face and nonsense, this really irritates me and makes me felt like talking back at him. Such a shit he is. He is the Department Head and I suppose he CAN return the uniforms for us, it's just that he want us to make a wasted trip. Okay, a bad man he was. Anyway Avril gave her number to DaPang already, hopefully D.P won't do anything bad to her. I just have a feeling that D.P is a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Tampines Mall and Queenway to find clothes and bags. But in the end, we brought non of that, except a Billabong bag for Avril's birthday and some small accessories. And then back to Jp, where I bought this damn Mp3. While choosing the Mp3 at Harvey Norman, this saleman was chit chatting with his friend at the counter. His friend was blocking my view okay! He thinks he is as tiny as ant or what. Anyway, I chat with the saleman and kept empathizing that he must've a enjoyable chat with his friend. And he bullshit about what we must chat with friends all these and asked about my age. Crap crap crapS! Of course I didn't tell this person whom I was already very irritated with his working attitude in the first place and even told him directly that his friend was blocking my view! Stupid ass... Okay, that poor saleman was just a scrapgoat for venting my anger on because I don't know how to use the Mp3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Avril and Kailing went to my house. Kailing was scared of cats, so she just stood outside, while I pass Avril the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=perfume" target="_blank"&gt;perfume&lt;/a&gt; that she brough from Min. Not in the right mood to continue, gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110528667906451736?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110528667906451736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110528667906451736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110528667906451736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110528667906451736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/shit-la-i-feel-as-if-my-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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-8546795.post-110518074689572787</id><published>2005-01-08T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:51:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new year, new start and this explains how this new blog layout comes from. Since this is my first entry in this new layout, I shall not start off with the bad thing. I skipped school yesterday because there's only one lecture that I need to attend. And I also miss out a lot a lot of fun I guessed, judging from what Liyana, Huilian and Tian ying smsed me. 3 persons all commented that the disco part was the climax of the day. Anyway, bad news was that I cannot help to do the packaging thingy for the Tsunami victims because Tian ying forgotten to take the consent form. Not much to update about these few days. Talk about the subjects in Jc then. Without the background of A Math, Math C seems complicated to understand for me. And with my lousy grade for Science, Physics are a foreign subject to me also. Looks like every subjects wasn't easy huh? For the start, I find Economics the most easiler among these few subjects. Maybe the tough part hasn't come yet? Alright, I really gotta reconsider my subject combination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the nagging and bad part. Min said she was bored working at Tpy and I thought I can accompany her later. So after I've bathe, gel my hair, change the clothes, put on my make up, pack the lecture notes and tidbits into my bag, she said her boss is there. I swear that I never want to act as a good guy again and never will accompany her during her work!!! Okay, I'm not angry with her, but angry with the situation that was going on. If I had not sms her to ask for direction, would I know that her boss was there? And then I would be acting like a stupid fool staying at Tpy alone. Forget it, since I've already re-shampoo my hair and change everything out already. I feel so easily agitated and irritated these few days, blame it on those 'da yi ma' thingy that I'm going through! So please don't said anything that sound stupid or what to me! Because of that I felt so guilty after I scolded my mom for cracking a not-funny-joke when she tries to crack one just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8546795-110518074689572787?l=blueangelkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/110518074689572787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8546795&amp;postID=110518074689572787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110518074689572787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8546795/posts/default/110518074689572787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueangelkiss.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-new-start-and-this-explains.html' title=''/><author><name>««kö®ëö»»</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874117345211113639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
